"Give Yingqian back to me. She has accepted me. I... we want to be together forever..."

"No."

The blade of the knife sank deeply into his throat.

Nan Neighbor chuckled lightly, stepped on his calf, and said slowly:

"She's mine."

Lin Congxiao's body trembled.

His eyes were so wide open that he almost wanted to burst out of his eyes.

I don't know if it was because of the arrival of death or the words of my southern neighbor.

He never died with his eyes in peace.

Nan Neighbor's fingertips were stained with a dark red.

But his face was still full of indifference.

The still warm body of Lin Congxiao in front of him was not even worthy of another look from him.

He walked past Lin Congxiao naturally and walked back to Yingqian. The curve of his lips seemed more sincere at this moment.

"Now can we have a quiet talk?"

Yingying took a deep breath.

There is nothing at this door.

The so-called export does not exist at all.

She raised her eyebrows and said helplessly:

"Besides agreeing, do I have any choice?"

"some."

Nan Neighbor stretched out his hand and chuckled:

"You can choose black tea or coffee, but I recommend milk."

"Thank you." Ying Qian frowned, glanced at Lin Congxiao's body, and said, "I really don't have any taste now."

She wanted to walk out.

But Nan Neighbor turned sideways, his eyes wandering from the outstretched palm.

Yingqian understood what he meant.

But it didn't move.

The two of them stared at each other for a while.

Still Yingqian gave in.

Outrageous.

This person's hands are not sore.

After all, she took advantage of Nan Neighbor.

His palm is not soft.

Even a little rough.

But the palm is broad, the fingers are slender, and the joints are distinct.

The feeling when holding it is pretty good except for being a little cooler.

This should be a pair of hands that play the piano or paint.

Rather than holding a knife to slit someone's throat.

Nan Lin held Ying Qian's hand, and his palm was quickly stained with her uniqueness.

The faint scent of rose broke through the smell of blood.

Break into the breath.

There was a smile on Nan Neighbor's lips.

He stepped over Lin Congxiao's body.

Finally he lowered his head and glanced at him.

He must be very unwilling, right?

But it's a pity.

Lin Congxiao could only go to the sewers of hell to be jealous.

It's almost like a date.

Nan Neighbor held Yingqian's hand and walked through each room.

She really couldn't bear it anymore and asked:

"What exactly is my reward?"

"Don't you want to go shopping anymore?" Nan Neighbor tilted his head, a look of hope appeared on his handsome face, "I have a lot, I want to show you."

"Thank you, no need."

"Oh well."

The southern neighbor seemed a little disappointed.

He sighed first, and then as if he remembered something, he raised the corners of his lips in a happy mood, and his black eyes shone even more.

He stared at Yingqian and said softly:

"Yingqian, you can stay here."

The corner of Yingqian's mouth twitched, "Do you really think of this as a reward? What if I refuse?"

"reject?"

Nan Neighbor frowned, raised his hand and touched Ying Qian's cheek, his voice became softer.
Chapter completed!