Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 687 Don't touch my bed, thank you!

After finishing speaking, she opened the zipper on the back, and the white tube top skirt fell to the ground. Under the dim light, her snow-white skin was as delicate as a baby, especially her chest.
Nangong Jing frowned, her eyes were colorless, she approached him step by step...

A hint of disgust flashed across Nangong Jing's dark eyes, just when he was about to speak...

Jian Junxi opened the door, and Ling Yiren screamed "Ah..."

Wanting to rush into Nangong Jing's arms, he didn't even think about it, and immediately stepped back, casting a blank glance at Jian Junxi.

Ling Yiren didn't expect Nangong Jing to be so cruel, squatting on the ground, hugging her arms, sobbing sadly.

When Jian Junxi saw this scene, a strange color flashed across his dark pupils, he picked up the satchel on his suitcase, glanced at Ling Yiren indifferently, and then looked at the expressionless Nangong Jing.
He turned around and was about to go out. When he was about to close the door, he said in a neutral tone: "Sorry, you continue, just to trouble you, when you get out, don't touch my bed, thank you!"

After finishing speaking, she closed the door. Nangong Jing was so angry that her chest heaved violently, and said coldly to Ling Yiren: "Put on your clothes and get out of here immediately..."

Ling Yiren's nails dug into her palm. At this moment, her hatred for Jian Junxi deepened, because she almost succeeded just now, and what made her even more sad...

Nangong Jing looked at Jian Junxi's eyes, which contained love and fear. This kind of cognition made her cry even more uncontrollably.

Nangong Jing picked up his clothes and went to the bathroom, with huge flames burning in his eyes, as if he wanted to burn everything in front of him to ashes, although he couldn't tell why he was so angry?
After he came out after changing, Ling Yiren had already put on his clothes, sat by the bed and did not leave.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she looked up at him pitifully, as if she was making the last effort...

Nangong Jing glanced at her with disgust, turned around and was about to go out, Ling Yiren suddenly stood up, trying to hug him from behind, Nangong Jing turned sideways.
Ling Yiren didn't expect him to be like this, his body was unsupported, and he fell straight to the right.

Next to it was a solid wooden chair, with her waist just resting on the corner of the chair, and a piercing pain made her unable to bear it anymore, "Ah..." and cried out...

A heart hurts beyond words. Holding her waist, she sat on the carpet and wept aggrievedly. Nangong Jing didn't move, her brows and eyes were stained with frost. Hearing her babbling sobbing, she couldn't help but roared: :"enough……"

Ling Yiren was taken aback by his yelling. She had never been wronged like this since she was a child. The ruthless Nangong Jing made her feel like a knife was cutting her heart. The pain was beyond description, and her tears kept flowing like beads off the thread. flow.

"Ling Yiren, I told you a long time ago that it is impossible between us. You have to challenge my bottom line again and again. I will warn you for the last time. If you dare to appear in front of me again, you can give it a try...you What kind of death will it be?"

Nangong Jing's patience was exhausted, and Ling Yiren was so frightened that Ling Yiren stopped crying.

She leaned on the chair and stood up, with crystal tears falling from the corners of her beautiful eyes, she felt indescribably pitiful, and tremblingly said: "Since I was sensible, everyone told me
You will be my future man. This concept has been engraved in my mind and heart for almost 20 years. Tell me, what should I do? "

(End of this chapter)