Autor: Zhao Xibao Máquina traductora
Therefore, it took more than two hours.
Outside, fireworks exploded and firecrackers exploded. It was the first night of the New Year.
Nalan Yanran spent her time on Gu Shiyu's bed, leaning against the fan.
Nalan Yanran fanned herself as she looked out the window. She wondered if she would have a rough year if she was pranked on the first day of the New Year.
Her thoughts ran wild for a while, and her hand that was fanning the fan became slower and slower.
Not long after, the fan fell from Nalan Yanran's hand.
Nalan Yanran nodded her head sleepily, her eyelids heavy.
In a daze, she fell onto the bed. She even squeezed the man next to her unhappily and skillfully got into the quilt.
The winter night was still a little cold, and there was a heat source beside her.
Not long after, Nalan Yanran moved closer to Gu Shiyu.
In the darkness, the man who had been sleeping slowly opened his clear eyes. A few seconds later, he closed them again.
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On the other side, Jiang Jingming and Zhao Yancheng sat in the living room until one o'clock in the morning.
Finally, he got up, took his coat, and left the huo family's old mansion.
He drove all the way to a familiar place, an old house.
Jiang Jingming parked the car downstairs, got out of the car, leaned against the door, and lit a cigarette.
The cigarette nodded. He looked at the familiar floor. It was dark inside, and he thought that she must have fallen asleep.
He stood in the darkness for an unknown amount of time, until he heard the sound of blood under his feet. Only then did he turn to look.
Seeing the woman walking toward him, he could not help but be stunned for a few seconds, and his throat tightened.
Jiang Chuchu obviously didn't expect him to be here. She was stunned for a few seconds when she saw him, but she quickly recovered.
Their eyes met for a moment in the cold night. Jiang Jingming stared at her without moving his eyes.
However, Jiang Chuchu calmly avoided his gaze and walked towards the front of the building as if she didn't see him.
Jiang Jingming's car was blocked in front of the door, so she had to walk past him.
Jiang Jingming didn't make a sound, but his eyes followed her footsteps and couldn't move an inch.
The woman was wearing a black coat, a burgundy scarf, and a face without a hint of blood. Her black hair was like a rose blooming in the snowy night, exuding an indescribable aura of death, but it also made people feel pity for her for no reason.
Jiang Chuchu slowly walked past him, as if she really treated him as a stranger. She didn't even intend to make a sound.
However, the moment she walked past him, Jiang Jingming couldn't hold it in anymore.
He subconsciously stretched out his leg and tripped her.
Jiang Chuchu obviously didn't expect him to do this either. She tripped over him and fell into his arms.
The tip of her nose bumped into a warm chest with a faint tobacco smell.
Jiang Jingming directly pulled her into his arms. He looked down at her with a cigarette in his mouth, but there was a rare seriousness in his casual gaze.
She was still as soft and cold as before. He couldn't help but want to pull her into his arms to warm her up.
However, this woman's heart was cold. Sadly, in the end, it became the story of the farmer and the snake. Even if he couldn't warm her up, he still wanted to touch her.
Jiang Chuchu looked up at him and said slowly, "have you hugged enough? "
Hearing her cold voice, Jiang Jingming's Adam's apple moved slightly. He wanted to say something, but he could not say a word.
He hugged her with one hand and took down the cigarette with the other.
Looking at the pair of black and white eyes in front of him, which were full of coldness, he actually wanted to ask her if she would still be willing to be with him if he did not care about those things in the past and how many men she had been with.