"They are not me."

Miyagi emphasized again.

He spoke in a low tone, with unspeakable depression, “They are my enemies, the covettors of my body.

Any of them will become stronger and will want to replace me."

Shu Yanan noticed Gong Yuan's sudden sharp aura and stopped.

Miyagi took a deep breath, slowed down his emotions and said, "You know what I'm going on now.

I can promise you a condition as a reward for keeping a secret for me.”

Shu Yanan leaned against the stone railing, looked at Gongyuan's expression without any storm, and deliberately joked: "I'm trampling to save you tonight, but it's not just about keeping a secret. I want to send me a single condition?"

"good.

You can bring three."

Miyagi said.

Shu Yanan wanted to laugh, but found that she couldn't laugh anymore, "Is this the case for capitalists?

Whenever you encounter anything, do you agree on terms and make a deal?”

“What about it?

Do you have a better way?”

Miyagi turned to look at her.

Shu Yanan shrugged, "I know that the eldest young master of the Gong family is rich and powerful, so it is easy to promise us and other poor people to have the conditions.

But I am not so despicable yet, using other people's pain and secrets to make transactions in exchange for what I want."

She raised her face and looked at the stars in the sky, and suddenly felt lost.

For a moment, no one spoke.

The two stood quietly, with only the breeze swaying beside them in the middle of the night.

Shu Ya Nan Station straightened and said, "Go back."

I have to go to bed.”

Miyagi, who had been silent, suddenly grabbed her hand and her pace stopped.

He looked at her with a cold and unwavering expression, and there was a slight tide in his eyes, "Do you feel very distressed to stay with me?"

"What's going on with your grievanced expression that is disliked?"

Shu Yanan quipped.

"I don't."

His expression stopped, and then he dropped several times, making him even more cold and solemn.

"Of course you didn't, I'm talking nonsense."

Shu Yanan smiled.

She found that Doudou's cold facial paralysis was quite interesting.

“I really want to go back to bed.

Women stay up late and get older quickly.

Even if the sky falls, you must ensure you go to bed before twelve o'clock.”

She raised her hand and looked at her watch, "Hey, it's already twelve.

Take me back quickly.

I'm going to sleep with my beauty sleep.”

"Let's go."

Miyagi took the lead and said, "I am worried about the days when I eat, eat, sleep and sleep."

Shu Yananming knew that his words were so disdainful and contemptuous, so he didn't argue, but said, "Yes, what's more important than letting yourself eat and sleep well?

Being good to yourself is really good.

So, you can also refer to this guideline to make your life less worry-free.”

"I'm different from you!"

Gong Yuan suddenly turned around, interrupting her with a cold tone, and his eyes were shining with a cold light, "Do you think anyone can live that simple?

Do you think life is one plus one equals two?"

Shu Yanan lowered her eyelids, "I'm sorry, Mr. Gong, I accidentally offended you. I didn't mean it."

Seeing her lowered eyebrows and looked at her, the inexplicable anger in her heart burned even more vigorously.

But the trigger point and vent can't be found, so we can only ignite the suffocating fire.

He turned around and strides forward.

Ferrari galloped rapidly in the quiet night.

No one was talking in the car.

Miyagi had a tense face and looked at the road ahead.

After a while, he unbuttoned the second button of his shirt, as if he wanted to relieve this inexplicable sense of depression.

He spoke without squinting, "I'm not so easily offended, just say whatever you want."

There is no sound next to it.

He was silent for a moment and said, "I am used to being trained, so you don't have to take it to heart."

Still no sound.

Miyagi's expression calmed down, and he turned his head unhappily, "You..."

...A sleeping face came into view.

The picture he imagined was that Shu Yanan was burying her head and biting her lips, looking unhappy, and the picture she saw was that she leaned on the seat and fell asleep, and the seat was adjusted to a comfortable 145 degrees.

Miyagi looked at her in surprise for a few seconds, turned his head silently and continued driving.

The car stopped outside the gate of Shu Yanan's house, and he pushed her, "Here."

Shu Yanan opened her misty sleepy eyes, her expression was a little confused, "Ah, it's here.

Then goodbye.”

Just as he was about to get off the car, Miyagi grabbed her hand.

He looked at her with some gritted teeth, "Why are you so heartless, woman?"

"ah?

What's wrong?"

Shu Yanan rubbed her eyes and wanted to wake up, but she accidentally rubbed her red and swollen eyes and immediately bleeded in pain.

Seeing her dazed look, the anger that had turned into helplessness the previous second, he pulled her hand down and said, "Don't move."

Then take out a bottle of spray from the medicine box and "close your eyes."

Shu Yanan closed his eyes obediently.

He took the spray and sprayed it at the corner of her eyes a few times.

The cool and refreshing feeling faded away immediately.

Shu Yanan opened her eyes and smiled at him: "Thank you.

By the way, what did you just say?"

Miyagi took a deep breath, restraining his words, and was actually treated as unhappy.

He looked at her and said, "You don't want to negotiate terms. Don't you want to talk to me about your relationship?"

Shu Yanan looked at him in a daze, "Talk about feelings..."

He put his arms around her waist, pulled the distance between them much closer, leaned over and stared at her, "Did you forget I was chasing you?"

In the not-so-spacious space, the male breath was wrapped. Shu Yanan frowned, very cramped and uncomfortable. When she was used to grab her hair, she was held by Miyagi, "Don't move around, the wound will hurt again later."

He held her handbag in his palm, and his other hand walked around her back and hugged her. The two were close together. He lowered his eyes and could clearly see her eyelashes trembling like a feather fan.

The hand held in the palm of the palm is dry and warm.

On her beautiful face, there were bruises, redness and swelling, and white gauze... These were reminding him of everything that happened tonight.

However, these eyes that looked at him were clear and bright, without any fear or hesitation, without any incredible views of monsters, without secret thinking, simple, you can see the bottom at a glance.

She blinked at him, "Mr. Gong..." He saw his reflection in her pupils, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and responded softly, "Yes."

“That, I’m really sleepy.
To be continued...