Husband is a little milk dragon

Chapter 275 Walnut Crisp 1
Gong Ninghuan stared at him for a long moment, then slowly withdrew her gaze, pushed away his fingers playing with her hair, turned around, looked at the plum blossom tree not far away, breathing very calmly, she gently She lightly pursed her pale lips, suddenly thought of something, pulled the corners of her lips, said softly and hoarsely, "I remembered something."

Nan Jue looked behind her, seemed to be thinking about something, and didn't answer right away.

"You said it was you for half a month, and you said that person wasn't Nan Gu, so who is that person who gouges out dragon scales and boils medicine for me day after day?" Gong Ninghuan turned back, icy cold There was an extremely faint smile on his cheek, mocking something clearly.

She looked straight at Nan Jue calmly, locked his eyes, not letting go of any flaws.

However, she did not find the slightest flaw in Nan Jue's eyes, and even Nan Jue just smiled when he heard this, "Naturally it is Nan Gu. Didn't the World Honored One say that the dragon on Nan Gu's body The scales belong to the extraordinary dragon people."

He intentionally went around in circles, and didn't tell Gong Ninghuan what she really wanted to know-whether Nan Gu's heart was directing such a result, or Nan Jue was manipulating the whole thing himself.

"Really." Gong Ninghuan whispered to herself, her mind was full of thoughts, she remembered many details, but all the details seemed to be inseparable from Nan Jue...

One thing she can't deny...

Everything that happened these days has an inseparable relationship with Nan Jue...

He would always suddenly appear by his side, how could he know where he was and what he was doing?

Is it simply because he dominates the copied puppet Nan Gu?

This reason sounds very sufficient, even reasonable, but how can she believe that Nan Gu, whom she has been with so sincerely, is just a puppet?
How can she believe that she just... She just fell in love with a puppet?

This is even more unbearable for her than Nanjue killing her.

And Nan Jue was relying on this point to recklessly tear the wound on her heart even bigger.

Until she herself had to bear it—this dreamy and warm dream that was so woven, turned into a nightmare in the end.

Bai Ji asked someone to bring a table of meals over again, and because she was worried that Gong Ninghuan would still refuse to eat, she did not forget to repeat what Nan Jue had ordered: "If Miss Gong can't cooperate with the meal well, she will suffer a lot. It's your husband."

At that time, Gong Ninghuan was squatting on the cold stone steps of the pavilion, calmly looking at the deer running happily not far away, without blinking her eyes, she also turned a deaf ear to Bai Ji's words, or rather, she didn't pay attention to them. What did Bai Ji say.

Bai Ji walked up to her again and repeated her words impatiently.

This time Gong Ninghuan heard it, but she just let out an "oh" indifferently, and didn't say anything, her eyes still fell in the direction of Xiaolu's running.

Bai Ji wondered whether the word Gong Ninghuan answered was in response to eating or the last sentence, but in the end she still couldn't figure it out, so she sighed softly and said, "Miss Gong Er, don't embarrass me."

Gong Ninghuan still didn't speak, with an indifferent expression on her face. After seeing the chill that Nan Jue brought her, she seemed to not care what Bai Ji threatened her anymore.

(End of this chapter)