Nangong Yao was slightly startled, and then said seriously: "Siqing, uncle is thirty-two years old this year, I really want to find a wife, have a child, and be with you."

"I don't want it, I don't want it!"

Nangong Siqing jumped away from his side violently, her eyes filled with tears: "Uncle will definitely not love me when he has a baby."

"Siqing!"

Nangong Yao felt a little heartbroken. He never thought that this child would be so dependent on him. Four years ago, he returned to China and found the woman who saved his mother's life. He was very moved at that time and wanted to have a further start with her. Unfortunately, that night, Nangong Siqing, who was only nine years old, took a knife and planned to cut his wrist. At that time, he was directly shocked. He did not expect her reaction to be so strong.

Now, he spent another four years with her. He thought that when she grew up, she would be mature and sensible, but in fact, he seemed to be wrong.

Just when the atmosphere was deadlocked, the doorbell rang, Nangong Siqing glanced outside the gate, turned around and ran upstairs.

Nangong Yao frowned, when a servant came over, Nangong Yao waved his hand: "I'll go by myself."

The servant backed away, and Nangong Yao walked slowly to the door, walked through the beautiful courtyard, and opened a small door at the gate.

The street lamp next to the small door reflected a face that he still remembered deeply, and he lost his soul instantly.

Standing outside the door was Ling Nuannuan, and Mu Yun who was forcibly dragged over by her to act as a lobbyist.

"It's you?"

Mu Yun also recognized Nangong Yao, because his facial features are very profound, with a bit of mixed-race profound facial features, especially his eyes.

Nangong Yao's breathing was slightly tight. He really didn't expect that he would meet someone who surprised him in this ordinary night.

"it's me!"

Nangong Yao's thin lips were lightly raised, and she smiled a little embarrassedly, but her eyes fell on Mu Yun's face uncontrollably.

Ling Nuannuan looked at the two people in surprise: "No way, so you know each other?

Don't say it early. "

"I don't know each other, I just met once."

Mu Yun replied lightly.

Nangongyao's expression was a bit complicated. He remembered that he went to the school to find the principal in person. In order to meet her, he even asked the principal to pressure her to help his niece with her studies. Unfortunately, after the wrist-cutting incident happened, he dared not continue.

"Come in, both of you, to talk."

Nangong Yao came back to his senses, suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and opened his mouth pretending to be calm.

The two women walked in, Ling Nuannuan looked around, and secretly marveled, it really is a rich family, the gardens are so well-maintained, so majestic.

Mu Yun felt a little bored in her heart. Back then, she always felt that she was being played.

Although she was reluctant to be a tutor at the beginning, but she made an appointment to meet at night, and then called directly to say that everything was cancelled, what did she think she was?

Nangong Yao walked behind, and couldn't help but look at Mu Yun. After so many years, is she married?

Have a boyfriend yet?

Heart astringent, want to ask but can't ask, Nangong Yao's heart is very painful.

Entering the living room, Nangong Yao asked the servant to bring drinks and fruits, and put them on a table. They were all exquisite things. Ling Nuannuan and Mu Yun sat on the sofa, exchanged a look, and suddenly felt that this man seemed to be living very delicately. JrNovels.com