Chapter 859： What's your name?

Mime private 859

The big bed fell down and made a fierce collision sound, and at the same time the black shadow came down, Jiang Ke subconsciously screamed, and even his breathing became panting and urgent.

She hugged her head, her whole body tight.

After a long time, the pain that was expected did not appear, only a low sneer sounded in front of him, low and low, with a charm.

Jiang Ke slowly opened his eyes, his sarcasm in the eyes.

Unfamiliar and familiar eyes.

He raised his hand, opened his palm in front of her, without saying a word, the momentum in his eyes was enough to crush her to breathe.

Jiang Ke knew that what he wanted was his mobile phone, but he wondered if anything bad would happen after giving it to him.

After figuring it out, she gestured and touched her pocket to get him something.

Standing up slowly, her hand slowly pulled out of her pocket.

Nan Zhen slowly raised her eyes, watching her every move.

At this moment, a strong wind blew in and there was a little movement, and Nan Zhen subconsciously turned his head to look over.

At this moment, Jiang Ke sprinted past him to the door.

The scalp hurt, the man grabbed her hair and pulled the person back, his palm wrapped her chin, and his fingers pinched her cheeks tightly.

He smiled, "Do I look like a good talker?"

Jiang Ke's eyes were a little scared, "You calm down, I'm just going to find you a mobile phone, not doing other things."

Nan Zhen closed her eyes, pinched her fingers tightly, and pinched a blush on her cheek.

He reached into her pocket and took out the phone.

Jiang Ke quickly snatched it back and held it tightly.

Nan Zhen raised her thin lips and pushed her away directly.

boom!

Jiang Ke fell to the side, his forehead hit the ground with a "boom".

The dizziness and tingling spread at the same time, and she was clutching the wound with a wet palm.

Only then did I find that I hit the foot of the big bed lying on the side.

She tried to get up, and she fainted without struggling for a while.

She ran in a white fog, looking for an exit. After a long time, she was tired from running on both legs and she didn't see a way out.

As if trapped in this dead end.

The head is also swelling up, unable to distinguish things.

An inexplicable sense of suffocation covered her, and she breathed in uncomfortably, only to find that she did not breathe in a breath of air.

She thought that she must be dying to have these strange reactions.

The eyelids opened with force.

It turned out to be just dreaming.

The pain in her forehead quickly reminded her of what had happened before, and she quickly observed her surroundings.

It's a hospital ward.

When someone came in, she turned to look over.

A nurse came over with something, saw her wake up, smiled and said, "It's fine if you wake up. Apart from the headache, is there anything uncomfortable?"

Jiang Ke was thinking about Nan Zhen and pulling out the needle.

The nurse hurriedly stopped her, "What are you going to do? You haven't finished losing yet. If something happens to you, the Young Master Nan will find us trouble."

Hearing his name, Jiang Ke was nervous, "Where is the other person? Where is it now?!"

As soon as the voice fell, the man just walked in, wearing a casual coat with a few patches of white snow on his shoulders.

His eyes were gentle, "I'm here."

Seeing his smile, Jiang Ke was dumbfounded for a while, and then immediately reacted, sure that the person in front of him was definitely not Nan Zhen.

Nan Zhen didn't have such a good face to her.

The nurse went out soon, and the man walked over and sat down beside her.

Raised his hand and leaned towards her face.

Jiang Ke fled away suddenly, his eyes full of alert, "Nan... Zhen?"

She screamed tentatively.

The man frowned, holding her head and rubbing it with his hands, taking into account her injury, after all, he stopped his hands, and instead squeezed her cheek gently.

"You can't recognize me, you disappoint me too much."

Jiang Ke grabbed the quilt and pulled out, "Nan Yunchuan?"

"I'm angry." The man pretended to be angry, but his eyes were doted.

Jiang Ke's heart trembled, and the messy memories suddenly connected together.

The person who made up her lessons, the person who helped her dad trim the fence, the person who took her to the garage... are all in front of her.

What they have in common is that their smiles are very warm.

She moved away and murmured, "I don't know what your name is, Nam Er?"

"Or Nansan?"

His face leaned close, staring into her eyes, as if to say seriously, "You can call it whatever you want, I don't have a name."

After speaking, he smiled.

Jiang Ke was a little surprised, "You didn't name yourself."

"Why don't you get one for me?"

Jiang Ke was used to the name corresponding to this face as Nan Yunchuan, so he said, "Nan Yunchuan."

"I want to refuse." He smiled slightly, "Well, my last name is yours."

Jiang Ke blushed, "What are you doing with my last name, you are not my son."

He stared at her quietly, his eyes smiling.

After a few seconds, he asked, "What do you like best?"

Jiang Ke didn't know why he asked, and answered suspiciously, "Photography, what's the matter?"

"Then listen carefully, my name."

He took her hand, and gently traced the words in his palm.

"South, photo, shadow."

Jiang Ke smiled, "Is it so casual?"

"Not casual at all," he said.

Jiang Ke was a little embarrassed by his eyes and scratched his head subconsciously.

He held his hand in time, "The wound is not healed, don't touch it."

His hands were warm, and Jiang Ke pulled out from his palm uncomfortably.

"understood."

To her, Nan Zhaoying is a strange man, not Nan Yunchuan, and it is a bit awkward to get along.

The air suddenly became quiet, and she felt embarrassed.

At this time, he handed her a few peeled oranges to her mouth, "Eat some and add vitamins."

Jiang Ke reached out and took it by himself, "Thank you."

He frowned. "Why are you so polite to me? Isn't it the same as before?"

prior to……

Jiang Ke thought of countless pictures of himself unable to help "beaten" him.

"That's different. I thought you were Nan Yunchuan at that time."

He approached, "Do you like him?"

Jiang Ke's eyes waved, and his five fingers curled up quietly, "I...not."

He gently raised the corners of his mouth, "That's good."

She glanced over.

What does this mean?

What is "that's good"?

Inexplicably, she suddenly remembered the kiss.

Now think about it, the most likely one is him.

But when I saw his eyes, I always felt that something was wrong.

She breathed tightly and deliberately asked, "How is your kissing technique?"

Nan Zhaoying paused when she peeled the fruit and looked up, looking at her in surprise.

"Why do you suddenly ask?"

Jiang Ke looked away, "I... just curious."

Nan Zhaoying looked at the emotional changes in her eyebrows, never letting go.

Ten seconds later, he lifted his lips and whispered in her ears——

"Last time, did you try it?"