Even though he knew there was no one inside, he still imagined that she was sleeping sweetly and sweetly in it. She would like this room that he had carefully decorated for her.
"Stab-"
The door to Yan Nian's room opened from the inside.
It seemed that there was some kind of telepathy, and it seemed that she knew he would come back, so she waited deliberately.
She wasn't asleep at all.
Those eyes were as clear and clean as usual, but also revealed a touch of alienation.
She had long hair shawl, and was wearing long-sleeved bubble pajamas, a conservative piece of clothing that looked inexplicably more charming when she wore it.
The faint fragrance of orchids floats in the air, refreshing the mind.
Yan Nian had been soaking in the bathtub for more than an hour today, and the smell of essential oil had completely covered up the smell of alcohol on her body.
Jiang Beiyuan calmly took a sip of her scent. It was a scent that made him feel comfortable and comfortable, and his eyebrows relaxed.
"Still not asleep?"
He raised his eyebrows and asked.
It sounds like a bit of an awkward chat.
"Well, I can't sleep," Yan Nian answered, smiling harmlessly, "You just came back?"
"There was an emergency operation in the hospital, so I came back late."
"Really? Did you really go for surgery?"
She suddenly came over and pretended to sniff his clothes.
Her sudden approach made him a little distraught, and his heart beat faster in an instant, but soon, Yan Nian stepped back.
"Tsk tsk, it smells like a woman's perfume. It's very strong."
Jiang Beiyuan frowned. Could it be the smell that fell when he returned to Xuanting Pavilion
"I-"
"Oh, by the way, I'll give you back the two hundred thousand."
Yan Nian said nonchalantly, took out a bank card from his pajamas pocket and handed it over.
"From now on, we won't owe each other anything."
She shrugged her shoulders and said, still the same harmless face, the same delicate oval face, and the same pair of pure and clear eyes.
She is so pure that it makes people feel angry. Why is her expression so clean, without even the slightest hint of jealousy or care
Jiangbeiyuan was always staring into her eyes.
Trying to see a hint of jealousy in her eyes.
Even a little bit is fine.
Nothing at all.
She kept handing him the bank card, raised her arm, and said impatiently, "Hurry up and take it, my hands are sore."
Jiang Beiyuan lowered his eyebrows.
Her indifferent attitude made him suddenly have the illusion that her care and jealousy several times before were all due to his own passion
"Where did you get so much money?"
As far as he knew, she still couldn't earn more than 200,000 yuan.
Yan Nian rubbed his ears and said honestly, "Ask He Huaiguang to borrow it. I've thought about it, but I'm not sure what I owe you."
"Not at ease?"
"Yeah, I feel like I've kicked a stone in my heart before the money is repaid. He Huaiguang is my sister. We have been friends for so many years. Even if I lose his money, I won't feel anything. But you …”
She paused and fluttered her long eyelashes twice to cover the strangeness in her eyes.
"I don't want to owe you anything, that's all."
Jiangbeiyuan did not reach out to take it.
He put his hands in his pockets, and his slender shadow fell on the ground, creating a sharp dark light, which made his brows feel a little chilly.
"Don't you want to know whose perfume I am wearing?"
His voice was clean, as deep as a pool of clear water, but it contained an imperceptible hint of...expectation.
(End of chapter)