Sweetheart,Come Back!

Rosa shrugged her shoulders in a way he didn't know.

An Yin can not get the answer, return to feng'er, can not say the guilt.

Out of consciousness, see Qin Jian holding arms sitting on the bedside chair looking at her.

Did he stare at her after she closed her eyes?

Anyin suddenly feel guilty. I don't know what he said to feng'er during her lethargy and whether she told feng'er to change her business.

"When is it?" An Yin looks to the left and right. I don't know if Qin Jian has brought her mobile phone out.

"Three thirty in the morning." Qin Jian looked at her with a faint expression on her face.

"It's so late. Let's go back." An Yin sits up. Qin Jian has a lot of quirks. She can't sleep in other people's houses easily. She can't sleep by herself, so Qin Jian sits by the bed all night.

We?

Qin Jian did not answer. In his opinion, it was not appropriate to use the word "we" before we knew who the woman in front of him was.

Qin Jian's reaction makes an Yin's heart more and more bottomless.

Because she is in her body, she can't see the outside world. Her perception of things is the same as feng'er's.

So what Rosa can know is only what is reflected in her brain. As for other things, it has no way to know.

So thorn Mei only know that Qin Jian almost killed feng'er, but she can't tell the details.

She doesn't know, but Youbao can.

An Yin can't wait to call out you Bao immediately, ask her unconscious this period of time, feng'er and Qin Jian are how to carry on, they said what.

But in front of Qin Jian, she did not dare to ask.

An Yin strongly pretends to be calm, but the heart of his eyes can't hide from Qin Jian.

The corner of Qin's mouth leads a trace of coldness.

This is the Phoenix son to suffer, in order to survive, pretended to be an yin? Or did an Yin do something guilty, just this pair of ghost expression?

An Yin was Qin Jian to see the whole body of hair are up, dry cough a, "do not go?"

Qin Jian did not immediately answer, looked at her for a while, then slowly opened his mouth, "go."

Finish saying, get up, turn to walk toward the door, crisp and neat, not a bit greasy crooked.

Anyin got out of bed and couldn't stand.

Qin Jian turned to see, but did not come to help her meaning, stood in situ cold eyes, indifferent and alienated.

Anyin stood by the bed for a while, let her legs return to normal and walked over.

Qin Jian's line of sight swept her feet, did not see a problem, just take back the line of sight, straight out of the room.

Anyin trotted after him.

Down the stairs, Qin Jian glanced at the sofa, motioned her to stay on the sofa, "you wait for me here."

"Good."

Anyin's eyes are dark now. I don't know what's going on. What he says is just what he says.

Qin Jian took out his mobile phone, made a phone call out, told people to stare at an Yin, don't let her run away.

Then I went to the curator's study.

The curator is standing in front of the huge Mahogany Bookcase, turning over an ancient book.

Qin Jian walked over and said, "she is awake."

Curator: "is it anyin?"

"I don't know at the moment." Qin Jian's eyes are slightly dark. Although he has not seen feng'er's trace on an Yin's body, he must further confirm.

"What's your next plan?"

Qin Jian knows that the curator is referring to an Yin's identity. "She grew up in the Qin family, and she is an Yin, not a mu'an Yin."

"Blood is thicker than water, and kinship is constant." Although the curator chenganyin's feelings, but also can not forget the family hatred.