Sweetheart,Come Back!

An Yin gently licked her lips, she is not afraid, but suddenly some reluctant to leave the gate.

He did not say whether she would be punished or whether she would be expelled from the gate.

As soon as you close your arms, take her to the motorcycle and sit in front of you.

Anyin thinks that he wants her to drive.

But he was standing on the ground with his feet, holding the tap in one hand, so he didn't mean to go.

An Yin is confused and looks at him.

Qin Jian took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Nie Zheng: "I will deal with anyin's downhill affairs when I come back. 】

an Yin can't see his mobile phone screen and doesn't know what he does.

After sending a text message, Qin Jian took a look, put away his mobile phone, stepped on no door, and the motorcycle drove forward smoothly.

She just went to the East Pavilion to see Qin Jian, and someone came to Meng Renqi to make a report. She didn't expect to rob the motorcycle and leave the gate. There was nothing wrong.

But at this time, she leaned against his arms, smelling the faint, unique man's breath on him. Suddenly, she didn't want to think about anything. She just wanted to finish the journey quietly. As for the future, how could she love it.

Anyin is silent all the way. Qin Jian thinks that she is worried that she will be expelled from the gate when she returns to the mountain. She looks down at her. She is as quiet as a kitten. Her long and thick eyelashes hang down. She blinks gently from time to time, like a small black goose feather fan sweeping her white cheek, which makes people itch and gives birth to a trace of pity.

He didn't know whether he wanted to make her feel at ease or what he wanted. He lowered his head slowly, put his jaw on her forehead and said nothing.

An Yin was slightly stunned and looked up to him. They looked at each other's eyes, and no one said anything. After a while, she still bowed her head, and he gently pressed her forehead. Along the way, no one said a word.

She felt that sometimes, any language is redundant, as long as it stays together quietly.

The motorcycle arrived at the foot of Xuanmen mountain, but did not go up the mountain. Instead, it drove along a path on the right side of the mountain foot.

"To where?" Anyin is not familiar with Jiuchuan and doesn't know where he is going.

"Come out of the herbal hall, haven't you eaten yet?" He looked down at her.

"Well." Anyin came out of the herbal hall and went to see Qin Jian directly. Then he continued to do nothing. How could he have time and mind to eat.

"Then eat."

"Where to eat?" An Yin is confused. Why didn't you eat in the town just now?

"There's a farmhouse ahead, and the food they cook is pretty good."

"It turns out that you go down the mountain alone to eat delicious food."

"I won't go alone."

"Why?"

"No why."

"You don't have to go out and eat for me. I'll just go to the grocery store and buy a box of instant noodles."

"I have no appetite for instant noodles."

"But if you have a wound, can you run around?"

"It's OK." She left Xuanmen without authorization. Although she disrupted his plan, he was pleased to be able to get along like this, which was a joy that had not been experienced for a long time.

For about half an hour, he parked his motorcycle outside a farmyard.

A pair of simple and honest peasant middle-aged couple came out of the thatched cottage. When they saw Qin Jian, they were overjoyed. "Here comes Xiaoqin, Fengfeng, Xiaoqin."

When they saw an Yin in Qin Jian's arms, they were slightly stunned.

Qin Jian put an Yin out of the car, and he followed him out of the car.