True Love Lasts

"No?" Nangong Jincheng untied the whole knot, and holding one end of the rope was equal to holding her life and death in her hand, "then I'll let go..."

"... Nangong Jincheng, I will not let you go as a ghost!"

Xi'an closed her eyes and was in despair.

Pause a second, the rope did not continue to fall, even a little bit to pull up. Xi'an grabbed one end of the cloth and felt her body rise a little bit. At a place a little shorter than him, his left hand grabbed her and carried her back to the balcony.

At the moment when her feet stepped on the ground again, Sean's face was pale, breathing slightly, and her legs could not help feeling soft.

"If you jump off the balcony of my apartment." Nangong Jincheng let go of her, glanced at her faintly, turned back to the room, "the investigation of the cause of death and other issues, will make me very troublesome..."

Seeing that he didn't close the balcony door, Xi'an followed him in. He just heard the second half of his sentence: "next time I change a building, I'll really let go."

"Hum!"

She hummed coldly and didn't open her face sullenly. Before she had time to open her mouth, she sneezed with an itchy nose. She was so wet and embarrassed that if she didn't change her clothes, she would get sick

"Nangong Jincheng." She called to the man who was going back to his bedroom. "Do you have any clean clothes?"

In half an hour.

She was sitting on the kitchen table, her legs dangling to one side. She had just taken a bath, and her long hair was wet on her shoulders. After washing off the light makeup on her face, her skin became more delicate and white.

She was wearing Nangong Jincheng's large T-shirt. The bottom of the blue T-shirt covered her big leg, leaving only a part of her calf and knee, swinging slowly

"You look like a prisoner." Nangong Jincheng came out wiping his hair. He just went to the balcony and was caught in the rain. He took a bath again. He went to the kitchen and leaned against the door to look at the woman sitting casually. His brow frowned. "Come down, stand up! Who made you cook here? "

Just as the water in the pot was boiling, Xi'an jumped down from the cooking table and threw a handful of noodles into it.

"Chang ~ Guan, prisoners will be hungry too!" She replied, not to be outdone, put the lid on the pot, and then looked at him again, "you don't have to guard me! I just checked. I can't open the door here. I can't escape from the door outside the window. "

It was only after she realized that she could not get away from it that she "settled down as she came.".

After all, Nangong Jincheng hasn't hurt her!

As long as she takes the opportunity to lower his guard, and then take the opportunity to escape

"You know yourself well." Nangong Jincheng cold hum, put away the towel.

"Of course!" She cunningly smile, want to jump on the cooking table again, "my civet cat's name is not random."

"Oh... Civet cat!"

He gave a low smile and suddenly stopped her.

"What?"

"Cook one more bowl, and I'll eat it."

When Xi'an appeared at the door of his study with a bowl of spring noodles, he still couldn't react - would he want to eat noodles? And eat the noodles she cooked?! Isn't he afraid of her poisoning it?

Originally, he was looking at her, then he answered the phone and hurriedly turned back to the study, never came out again. If she had any medicine on hand, she would pour it on him

"Knock!"

After knocking on the door twice, she pushed herself in and bowed like a waiter: "your face! Please... Enjoy yourself

Nangong Jincheng is busy, frowning and staring at the computer screen. She doesn't care at all. She just knocks on the place above the table and signals her to put down her face. She "Oh" a, put down to want to go, but was stopped——

"And the sauce?"

"Ah?" Xi'an was stunned. Where's the sauce from yangchunmian? It's not fried noodles! Looking at Nangong Jincheng's look of disgust, she could only explain, "that's it... Really! That's what I eat! "

Nangong Jincheng gave her a silent look, but Xi'an said, "if you don't believe my share is outside, I can also show it to you."

As she spoke, she went out to get noodles.

In Nangong Jincheng's headset, in a noisy roaring sound, his hands innocently and doubtfully heard: "sauce? What sauce? What does sauce mean, boss

Xi'an really went to his study and ate the spring noodles with little ingredients in front of him. Anyway, she can't eat anything, as long as she's not hungry... Nangong Jincheng only takes a bite, complains that it's too light and doesn't taste any more."Forget it." Xi an an muttered, curled to curl lips Cape silk not to mind.

She has no sense of taste, and other people who have sense of taste can't get used to her "Craftsmanship".

Quiet but busy study, he sat in front of the desk, she sat on the sofa. Nangong Jincheng's ten fingers are flying on the keyboard, which can be called fast in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of computer expert civet cat, it's just like this

"Block the road. I'll contact them and open the road camera." He's got a headset and orders, and it's clear that he's setting up a chase.

"Who are you catching?" Sean, curious, got up and moved to his desk.

Nangong Jincheng didn't stop her. She looked down with ease - they were chasing a murderer! In order to steal national scientific research materials, he killed the professor's family, kidnapped the only child left, grabbed the car and ran all the way

Xi'an's eyes narrowed and her brows began to frown.

Killing so many people and kidnapping a child... This man is really hateful! But when she saw Nangong Jincheng's attentive and serious expression again, she couldn't help wondering: organizationally speaking, Nangong Jincheng only plays with her job and power, so she was at ease to steal

What about now?

Did he also "work for the people"? Make a difference to her.

"Block the x83." Nangong Jincheng quickly ordered to deploy control on the top view of the whole city.

But his subordinates were worried on the other side of the phone: "there are more and more cars here! Just now, the tracking point disappeared. Maybe he has removed the GPS tracking system on the car. If there is no help from the monitoring camera... "

Nangong Jincheng wrinks her eyebrows and wants to speak, but she is preempted by Xi'an.

"I'll do it!" She quickly pushed to the front of the computer, and her petite body pushed Nangong Jincheng to the side. "Isn't it just a few black cameras?"

This kind of thing, wait to contact relevant department ~ door, that child already died 100 times