Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

There are many things in Nangong Beibei's mind.

For example, the things butterfly said, such as now, the notice has been posted out, but if she goes back, there is no way out.

It can even be said that the danger is too great.

Her original intention is not to want the cold wind to follow in the past, but she promised him before, and now she has an appointment with Jialan. She has no intention to save, and linche wants to save. No matter what she has to face, she has to save her own life, which is inevitable.

But Lengfeng is different from her.

But Nangong Beibei couldn't say any more words of consolation. In the face of so many things, many words have already been said. Besides, it is meaningless.

What about the cold wind?

Lengfeng knew this in his heart, so he didn't say anything to Nangong Beibei. Anyway, he was the one who was with him.

As long as this point is still there, other things are not so important to him.

This time in Jianguo, Nangong Beibei thought that many things were not considered as much as before, so naturally they didn't have to consider as much.

The person Lin xuanlang really wants to find is Nangong Beibei. As long as she appears, they will put their eyes on her. Lin Che doesn't have to die. If Lin xuanlang wants to take this opportunity to attack Lin Che, she will try to stop her. Even if she takes her life, she will keep Lin Che alive.

After all, Lin Che gave his life to help her.

But the cold wind needs it.

When driving to the inn, Nangong Beibei told Lengfeng: "the person they are looking for is me, you..."

"Do you think I'm going to leave you here alone, or I'm afraid of death?" The cold wind interrupted Nangong Beibei.

Quietly looking at Nangong Beibei, the thin lips are tightly together.

Nangong Beibei is worried about something. Lengfeng knows everything. But Lengfeng is not a man who is afraid of death. He is a man and should not be weak in many things.

As soon as this sentence came out, Nangong Beibei didn't know what to say.

This is the argument between them every time. Nangong Beibei doesn't want this to happen again, and she knows the meaning of Lengfeng.

But she is a lonely soul in the world. If she doesn't care a little, who else will care so much for her?

Lengfeng, as well as the people around her, she is extremely cherish, because she died, because she had so many accidents, how about her?

Did you do anything?

Want to push them away, but sometimes, in the face of those words, they can't do it, because they will ask her in turn.

Her wish is not big, and her heart is just small. She hopes to make the people around her better, without disaster.

Nangong Beibei looks up at the bright moon above his head. It's clear and white. The same bright moon may be the same time, but the location and space are different.

And the people around her are different, but they are the most important.

"Cold wind, I just hope you can be better." Nangong Beibei has a sore throat. All she can say is this sentence, but she can't say anything else.

Those things, because the cold wind can't be clearer.

"You want me to be good and I want you to be good. That's the same, Nangong Beibei. You can't treat your man like that." The cold wind thin lips gently lift, words of incomparable firm.

A word, but also let Nangong Beibei more speechless.

She tightly pursed her lips, looking at the beautiful face in front of her, but she felt a pain in her heart. In fact, she didn't look at the cold wind like that.

She just

"Didn't you say that no matter what you did, you would take me with you? Will you give up easily if you have something to do? "

When Nangong Beibei was silent, Lengfeng held her hand and wrapped her tightly in his palm. In fact, what he said was that he wanted Nangong Beibei not to leave him.

That kind of taste is very uncomfortable, but Lengfeng doesn't want to continue. What he wants is to stand beside Nangong Beibei and protect her, instead of watching her hurt and helpless.

In fact, Nangong Beibei said he would go to find Lin Che, but he didn't want to. Nangong Beibei was his wife, especially before they knew each other.

And those memories for him is a blank, this is the cold wind most uncomfortable place.

But that man saved Nangong Beibei's life. Even if he felt uncomfortable, he had to hide those emotions. If he didn't think about it, he would not be sad.

But Nangong Beibei

"I..."

Nangong Beibei was speechless. She did say these words. She wanted to do it every time, but she couldn't do it.

Because, she does not want to see anyone around hurt, said she is afraid of death, she will immediately deny that she is not afraid of death.

But when those things happened, she was so afraid, life was so precious, so she was especially afraid of their death. Ah Ling and Liu Yi were digging their hearts alive. At that time, she didn't have the slightest ability to save them. She watched them die.

In this world, she is just an outsider. There are still many things she doesn't know about the world here. If you can't compete, you can avoid it.

All say, can't cause trouble, can hide, say she is afraid of death, say she is timid, people will have a lot of concerns in there.

It's lucky to be alive, isn't it?

"Come on, let's stay at the inn first."

Lengfeng released Nangong Beibei's hand and walked ahead.

If this meeting insists on saying something, it will certainly be speechless. Since there is a deadlock now, there is no need for further deadlock.

Nangong Beibei said nothing, followed the cold wind and walked into the inn.

"Nangong Beibei, after killing so many people, you dare to appear here. This time, you will never come back!"

There was a cold voice and a cold light. It was a blunt blade. They were surrounded!

Along the look in the past, those people's faces have a ferocious, there is a potential in must, Nangong Beibei so quietly looking at them.

In the heart is incomparable indifference, she didn't think of her present situation, turned out to be such a difficulty.

Nangong Beibei turns her eyes and looks at Lengfeng, but Lengfeng turns her eyes to the side, and their eyes are always facing each other.

The atmosphere is also quite stalemate, with a heavy smell of gunpowder.