Jia Cong was scrambled so loudly. Qingwen was still feeling distressed when she hit him, and she couldn't help but come back to wipe him.

One party, Qingwen and her party complained: "Why don't you know how to hide? Are you a fool?"

Jia Cong was so guilty of Meng Lang that he couldn't help feeling guilty for his own slightest moment, and was even more ashamed. He was afraid that Qingwen would classify herself as Meng Lang's shameless disciple. Suddenly, he saw her turn to comfort herself, and immediately felt relieved. He smiled and said, "Good sister, how could I know that you act so neatly and beat me at any time?"

His nose bleeding was even more cheerful when he spoke, and it was dripping everywhere. Qingwen felt even more distressed when she saw it, so she hurriedly covered her and whispered: "It's like this, why are you called sisters? Why don't you raise your head quickly? You can't stop seeing the blood after a while..."

Jia Cong looked up as he said, but saw Qingwen's bright eyes full of care, and she was looking at him.

Jia Cong couldn't help but feel heart waving again. He reached out and gently touched the shallow tooth mark on her face, and asked softly: "Good sister, does it still hurt? I didn't mean it..."

Qingwen might as well, she was touched by his furious hands and feet again, and immediately felt that her face was so tingling and numb that it was impossible to say something strange. Her whole body was so numb that she lost a trace of strength.

When Qingwen heard Jia Cong's soft voice in her ear, she became even more beating harder and her hands and feet became weak. She quickly turned her head to avoid it, slapped Jia Cong's hand away, gritted her teeth and said in a low voice: "It's still so frivolous. It seems that she still beat you up lightly, right?"

After hearing her coquettish voice, Jia Cong woke up and quickly retracted his hand and smiled: "Good sister, I really don't think it's yours. You are so beautiful, I can't help it..."

Qingwen was both amused and angry when she heard this. She glared at him fiercely but stopped talking.

Jia Cong looked up and saw Qingwen's pretty face as if she was angry and happy. She was so obedient and cute that she felt unbearable and itchy. She was afraid that she would not be able to help but be abrupt again, so she had to turn her head aside and dare not look at it anymore.

Qingwen felt a little moved when she saw him like this, and she wanted to speak but tried her best to hold it back. Seeing Jia Cong turn his head, she felt embarrassed for a moment and hurriedly turned her head aside.

For a moment, there was no sound in the room. Only two children did not look at each other, but their hearts were beating in panic.

Time is undercurrent, just like a river running into the sea and never returning.

I don’t know how many grains of sand in the hourglass have passed away, and I don’t know how many times the bells in the room have quietly walked away. Suddenly, a loud collision sound scared both of them, and then my heart that has calmed down a little and turbulently beat again.

Qingwen was the first to look up at Zimingzhong. She couldn't understand what time it was, so she just said casually: "Why is this time? I should leave."

After saying that, the girl stood up straight, carefully took off the handkerchief, and carefully saw that Jia Cong's nose was no longer bleeding. Then she smiled with confidence: "Okay, it's always okay. Now I don't care. I should leave."

Jia Cong smelled the faint fragrance of Qingwen for a long time and peeked at the beauty for half a day. He was secretly intoxicated. He didn't want to be woken up by the bell. When he saw that the beauty was far away, he felt indescribable and lost. He turned his head and glanced at the bell ringing, hoping to smash it to relieve himself.

Seeing that Qingwen got up and was about to leave, he hurriedly shouted, "Sister, go slowly, I really have something serious to tell you."

Qingwen blanched him after hearing this and said angrily: "What serious things can you say?"

Having said that, Qingwen stopped as she said, and asked with a smile: "What's the matter? Tell me quickly, I should really leave. Look, Baoyu should come back in a while."

Jia Cong hurriedly advised in a low voice: "Sister, do you really don't want to go to Prince Zhongshun's Mansion?"

When Qingwen heard him mentioning the Zhongshun Palace again, she immediately turned dark and frowned and said, "I have told you so many times. I don't want to, don't want to, I don't want to. I don't want to. It turns out that you are deaf? If you are willing, you can marry that old man. Don't blame me for taking this seriously with you. We will not know anyone in the future!"

Seeing Qingwen so decisive, Jia Cong had to whisper with a shy face, "Sister, are you not willing to listen to me after I say something? I am really dedicated to your own good. If I have a little selfishness and a little bit of exchange for you for wealth and prosperity, I will kill me and be punished by heaven and earth and cannot die well. How about it?"

When Qingwen heard Jia Cong say this, she saw that his face was solemn and could not swear. She could only frown and said, "What else is there? Please tell me."

Jia Cong hurriedly said, "Good sister, Prince Zhongshun really likes you. Not only is he willing to redeem you, but he also wants to find a wealthy family to recognize his daughter first, and then he will hire you again and again, and he will marry you seriously. If not, I will not agree to him to help you ask."

Qingwen was surprised when she heard this, and couldn't help but ask, "Really, what did he really say?"

Jia Cong hurriedly replied: "Of course it's true. With me here, will I still harm you?"

Qingwen smiled and said, "I know people, but my face, but I don't know my heart. Who knows what you think? Maybe you are joining forces with him to harm me, so I don't believe your nonsense."

After hearing this, Jia Cong swears again for a long time, then whispered and said, "Good sister, I really do my best for your own good. Now, Baoyu is in the Jia family, who is so beautiful that he protects you, spoils you, and lets you live by your own temperament. But what should I do in the future? I know that the old lady values ​​you. She likes you and wants you to be a concubine for Baoyu, but what will happen in the future? How old is she?

Even Miss Lin may not be able to protect you well, let alone you? The most important thing is that the shrew named Wang has never liked you, and if you have Xiren above you, you can beat her with such a scrupulous attitude? It’s okay now that the old lady is, you can’t make a name for her, let alone go back. If that bitch named Wang really wants to attack you, the old lady is still alive, I’m afraid she won’t be willing to stand up for you, right?”

Qingwen couldn't help feeling confused after hearing Jia Cong's words. She bit her lips for a long time without saying anything. After a long time, she sighed: "They are foolish about me and the uterus is not like me, so what? After all, I am not Baoyu, so I am the only one who is the world. Is he the only man?"

Seeing Qingwen's face full of sorrow and staring at the ground in a daze, Jia Cong couldn't help feeling heartbroken, and hurriedly persuaded, "Good sister, I see that this prince is really attracted to you. You might as well take advantage of the situation and agree. There is a destination in the future. I don't have to worry about you anymore, how about it?"

After hearing this, Qingwen looked up at Jia Cong and asked in a low voice: "Are you really worried about me? Although we two are not strangers, they are not so good. Why do you worry about me? Are you sincere?"
Chapter completed!