Chapter 481

"Brother Jian, what are you thinking?"

Ning Rongrong's pretty face suddenly appeared in front of him, full of exploration: "brother Jian didn't talk to me before. He was distracted when he said it."

"Oh, no, I just..."

Before Qin Jian finished speaking, na'er popped a small head from his chest: "he's just talking to me."

Qin Jian: "

Ning Rongrong lowered his head and was as high as na'er. His eyes narrowed: "what are you?"

"Hum, you don't deserve to know."

Na'er Xiu was ready to withdraw again, but Ning Rongrong's faint voice followed: "no matter what you are, you are just a little girl who covets my brother's sword."

"If he has anything to covet, you should be a treasure." na'er swished out again.

Qin Jian looked around and gradually looked over. He hurriedly pressed her head and stuffed it back into his body: "na'er, stop making trouble."

"Hum."

The girl was so upset that she snorted, and then withdrew again.

"Alas, since your transformation, you are more and more like a little girl. Does your body have such a great impact?" Qin Jian said at the bottom of his heart.

"Yes... Yes?"

Na'er seemed slightly surprised. Then she was silent for a moment and said faintly, "you don't say, I haven't found it yet. Indeed... I've done a lot of unknown things recently, especially today."

"The body... Soul... Consciousness... Can't exist independently, and it's normal to be affected."

She said faintly, "it seems that I should pay a little attention in the future..."

"No, you're fine." Qin Jian hurriedly said.

"Very good? You sighed just now." said Nall.

Qin Jian shook his head: "no, no, I like na'er's lovely appearance best."

"Cute? Is it cute to quarrel with your Rongrong?"

There was a smile in her voice.

Qin Jian certainly gave a positive answer: "well, that's also very cute."

"Well, since you like it so much, I'll go on."

Na'er's head came out again: "Ning Rongrong, he just said... Uh huh..."

Qin Jian covered na'er's mouth and pressed her back again. They were almost crying: "na'er, don't play with me..."

"Then you say again, who is the most special between me and her?" na'er carried out the delivery proposition again.

"Na'er... You've changed..."

Qin Jian said bitterly, "you wouldn't have embarrassed me so much before."

"I used to be outside the Bureau, but now I'm in the Bureau, how can I feel the same..." na'er said coldly.

Qin Jian was shocked: "what did you say, na'er? Can you say it again?"

"... no more." Nall said in a muffled voice after a long time.

It's over. I slipped my tongue and said my true feelings

She has never admitted what she thinks of Qin Jian, and has always emphasized partnership.

But just now this sentence was in the Bureau, but it was completely exposed

Not to mention Qin Jian's surprise, even she was a little confused.

Even if she asks herself now, she can't get the answer. Why does she feel like she's in the game.

Because, from beginning to end, she still felt that she was outside. Qin Jian was just a flower she raised. Why did she feel more and more strange recently?

If you really like him and have that kind of relationship with him, it will become what he talked about... Have you formed it?

If Nall's consciousness has an entity, now her body has become pink

"Na'er, na'er, say it again..."

No matter how Qin Jian called, na'er made up her mind and didn't say a word this time.

"Brother Jian, what is she?"

Ning Rongrong looked at him and was distracted by himself. He couldn't help but lift his long skirt, sit face to face on his legs and hug his neck tightly: "hum, I see if she can come out now."

Qin Jian put his hand around her willow waist and hugged her tightly.

This posture is really a little ambiguous, and reaped a wave of attention.

And xueqinghe's mood went down sharply, because now he can only see the back of Ning Rongrong's head, but can't see Qin Jian at all.

"Rongrong, didn't you say you'll talk about it later?"

Qin Jian in turn buried his head in her arms. It was warm, fragrant, soft and comfortable.

"Brother Jian..."

Ning Rongrong grabbed his two ears, pulled his face away from his chest and said, "there are many people here. Why are you..."

Qin Jian twisted his head, rubbed his hands on both sides, and said with a smile: "I just can't help it. I can't help holding my beloved Rongrong, so I want to be closer."

Ning Rongrong immediately left na'er behind, and all his thoughts returned to Qin Jian.

"Brother Jian, Rong Rong really... Really miss you..."

She held Qin Jian's cheek in her hands, and they looked at each other silently for a moment.

It is said that when couples who really love each other look at each other, a very magical thing will happen, that is, they can hardly control... They will get together.

Because when the beloved's mouth is in front of you, it is like a vortex, which will produce a strong desire to kiss.

The two kissed together again and left the surrounding people behind again.

Such a crisp feeling is really addictive, especially when they all have a strong desire for intimacy.

But the snow River on the stage is so angry

He has been preparing for this moment for a long time, waiting for Qin Jian to come back and take the bait!

As a result, this guy was buried in Ning Rongrong's gentle village and never came out again

"Pa pa..."

A song finished, and there was applause.

But xueqinghe was expressionless and walked down with a slight salute, aiming at Qin Jian sitting and kissing.

Seeing this scene, the eyes of the melon eating people lit up again.

What a good day today. There are so many melons to eat. It's really gratifying!

Tang San dried another melon. It was stuffy and refreshing.

"Younger brother Qin, what do you think of my special music?"

The voice of Xueqing River still interrupted Qin Jian's passionate kiss with Ning Rongrong.

"Hoo..."

Ning Rongrong gasped slightly, put his head on Qin Jian's shoulder, and his cheeks were red.

I haven't had a long kiss for too long. I even forgot the basic skill of breathing

Qin Jian looked as usual.

He tilted his head and looked over Ning Rongrong's shoulder: "is it your Highness the prince? What were you talking about just now?"

Xueqing River raised a big "#" on his forehead, but it soon disappeared, and his white face became as light as clouds and wind, as warm as jade.

"Nothing, just want to ask Qin Xiaodi, what do you think of this song specially composed for you?" he smiled.

Such straightforward words instantly quieted Yuexuan.

A collection of gossip eyes, one hand began to divide melons