C230

She couldn't see the comprehensive view of his back as a pair of eyes that were as deep as water entered the depths of her heart. It wasn't known when the wind was blowing his ink-black hair, but it made her feel especially absent-minded.

The first thing Fu Huayong did when he turned around was look at Ning Jin's face, the contrast between his fair face and a scarlet red palm print was especially obvious. A patch of redness dominated Fu Huayong's entire view, so she should be in pain.

Fu Huayong frowned, as though he did not know how these mountains and rivers were smoothed over.

Without her, why would he kick back? Why would she dare not look at him without her?

Blame him for not protecting her properly?

However, did she know that he, Fu Huayong, had never been a man who cared for women? Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so heartless towards Feng Yu.

She took a step back, and he took two.

He knew that there was no room for escape between the two of them.

"What are you doing?"

Ning Jin's back was pressed against the wall, with both of his hands placed on guard in front of his chest. Fu Huayong's head was lowered, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow around his eyes, but this shadow was actually very beautiful, and he did not speak anymore as if he did not hear the words of the girl who had directly raised his arm. He once again placed his hands on Ning Jin's face, and muttered softly, "There won't be a next time, other than me, no one else can touch you even a little."

Only the wind swirled between them.

The stinging pain on her face seemed to become blurry under Fu Huayong's touch, and a cool sensation reverberated in her mind.

"Don't hide from me in the future."

After he finished his last sentence, a huge figure of Ning Jin turned around and took form on top of his body.

The closest contact was his nose touching her cheek.

This time she fled, like a desperate deserter.

She was glad that Fu Huayong did not chase after his. She was also clear that he chose to retreat at the last moment, otherwise the softness under her mask would have exploded completely.

She once again sized up the city that she had lived in for so many years. At this moment, she felt like a stranger.

"With me here, how could I let people beat you up? Even if there is, I will definitely get it back for you."

"Really?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

"Mm. That's why I believe you."

When people were feeling helpless and indecisive, they would think of the people who accompanied her and covered their hesitations, but now, things were different. After that assassination plan, Ning Jin did not see He Jia again, nor did he ask about the He Family at all.

As the fuse that led to this entire matter, she did not have the right to look for He Jia again, nor had she met or faced anyone from the He Family.

Perhaps the mother in the sky knew that her current entanglement would laugh at her softness.

Ning Jin raised his head to look at the sky. Even though it was night time, she could still see the stars behind the white curtain of light.

Ning Jin found a public restroom to cover her face with a palm print. Although there were still marks on it, it was much better than before he put on makeup. It was already 2pm so he still had time to look at his phone.

And the time He Family she was going to was.

Maybe she should go and have a look. It just represented her former best friend.

As he drove, Ning Jin's head was empty.

When they arrived at the entrance of the He Family, nothing had changed. Not even the dignity of a large clan, a security guard walked over and asked, "Hello, may I ask who you are looking for?"

"He Jia."

Ning Jin said, the red sunglasses made it difficult for people to see what she was seeing, but she could see the handsome security guard's face for a moment, but after a while he said, "Young miss has gone far, I wonder when he will be back."

Ning Jin didn't believe it immediately.

So it was not hard to understand that using some kind of excuse to hide He Jia's tracks was not difficult to understand. After hesitating for a split second, Ning Jin gently rubbed her eyes that were right above her eye sockets, and in an instant, a domineering air leaked out.

"Just say that Ning Jin has come, in his identity as a friend."

The name Ning Jin was loud enough to be heard by everyone in He Family, causing the security guards to be stunned once again. "Ning, Ning Jin?"

"Right."

After more than ten minutes, the security guard who was with Ning Jin previously opened the door immediately. Ning Jin got off the car and walked forward resolutely.

He had come to the He Family Mansion before, but he had left in a hurry, so he had nothing to remember.

The one who led the way for Ning Jin was the Housekeeper Chen, and the one who sent her to hell was the one who saved her at the very last moment.

Housekeeper Chen seemed to have aged a lot, perhaps because he had experienced too much.

"Young Master Fu's Grandma used to be so sorry."

Ning Jin laughed but did not say a word, he really did not know what to say.

In the end, he got her to say something, "Call me Ning Jin."

This time, she only represented herself. She did not want to implicate others.

After a few corridors, he entered a large hall. Compared to the decorations of the Fu Family, it was a lot more simple and unadorned, but it was filled with a different kind of grandeur and aura.

Sitting on the orange wooden chair was an old lady in a flowery robe. Her white hair was tied into a loose bun, and the only ornament on her head was a gray wooden hairpin.

"You're here."

This time, Old Lady Rong seemed to have returned to the time when Ning Jin had first met his.

Housekeeper Chen left by his side, leaving only two people in the huge hall, the ancient fragrance in the air was intoxicating.

"Little Jin, I didn't expect you to come."

She hadn't thought about it either.

"Where is she?"

Ning Jin immediately went to the main topic, the expression on his face was ice, Old Lady Rong was not displeased with her way of doing things, he only sighed, then turned his wooden cane and stood up from the chair, his back looking bent under the sunlight.

"Come with me somewhere."

Ning Jin did not say anything, and the Old Lady Rong left after saying that, seemingly not caring if Ning Jin would follow or not, because this kind of scene was extremely similar. She believed in, but he was followed up by house arrest.