Jing Yue flexed his toes that were stepped on, and while complaining about the sudden irritability of the saintly senior sister Chen Ruxue, he entered the body of the saintly girl Ye Ning.
The pain caused by the saintly senior sister can only be soothed by the saintly girl.
I have to say that this method is quite effective. Once it enters Ye Ning's body, the pain in his toes disappears.
It is already a mature entity and must learn to bear pain on its own.
The next moment, just as Jing Yue was about to say hello to Ye Ning, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
Opposite him was a beautiful lady.
The woman was wearing a form-fitting dark green dress. She had bright, white teeth and a slender waist. It was difficult to tell her exact age.
Especially the plum blossom embroidered on the waist is very eye-catching.
"This is my mother."
The saintly girl's voice rang out in the sea of consciousness, making Jing Yue tremble in fright.
Only then did he realize that the lady's features were indeed somewhat similar to Ye Ning's.
Oh my god, mother-in-law, bah, aunt!
"What's wrong?" The lady looked at Jing Yue and asked.
Jing Yue quickly replied: "It's okay."
In the sea of consciousness, the saint girl joked - "Aren't you usually very talkative? Why are you so nervous when you see my mother?".
Yes, she could feel the stiffness of Jing Yue's muscles in her body.
In front of Ye Ning's mother, Jing Yue couldn't ask Ye Ning what was going on for a while, so he could only choose to watch his words.
As the saint girl said, he became nervous when he saw the other person's mother.
This is definitely not because Miss Ye's mother is beautiful. Of course, this is only a very small part of the reason. The most important thing is that it feels like meeting a parent.
Jing Yue and Ye Ning's mother didn't have much contact before. Only when Ye Ning was injured and took a shower, the other party said a few words outside the window. .
That and the four-eye contact are completely two different concepts!
At this time, Ye Ning's mother said: "Don't deliberately change the subject. The younger brother of the Zhu family is a nice person. The eldest brother died unexpectedly. Not surprisingly, he is the heir to the Zhu family. He is also interested in you. He has come here several times after traveling thousands of miles away." Now, can’t you just meet me?"
In the sea of consciousness, Ye Ning's voice sounded again - "My mother wants me to get married.".
"How can that work!" Jing Yue couldn't help but said excitedly.
I saw Auntie Ye's beautiful eyebrows raised slightly, and she asked doubtfully: "Do you mean to see or not to see?"
"Of course he's gone, tell him to get lost!"
When Jing Yue said this, he felt a little regretful for a moment, after all, he was a bit fierce like this.
In her consciousness, Ye Ning laughed and said, "What you said is quite like mine."
Jing Yue didn't know that Ye Ning's communication with her mother was not like that of ordinary children from aristocratic families. They had this straightforward style, which was similar to her marksmanship.
Aunt Ye pointed her finger at her and said angrily: "You! You! How arrogant are you? You don't even look at the heir of the Zhu family."
Seeing his aunt's chest swelling with anger, Jing Yue didn't want to continue to refute for a moment, but his intention didn't change and told him to get out!
Just when he was thinking about how to tactfully refuse this marriage and ease the relationship, Aunt Ye spoke first: "Daughter, I know that you are good-looking and talented, and the nobles, nobles and nobles who are eyeing you are not Few, but in the end you have to choose someone who is particularly interested in you.
It is not easy for me to teach here in Shu. In the future, you will be the leader. I don’t want to see you working hard alone. "
Hearing this, Jing Yue felt a little flustered for a moment.
Just like when he was with the eldest lady, for so long, Jingyu thought that the eldest lady and the saintly girl were both exclusive to him.
Because for a long time, they were lonely. The eldest lady was alone with a lamb. Although the saint girl was surrounded by her subordinates, she seldom communicated with others except to explain tasks to her subordinates. Therefore, That’s why I’m so addicted to stories.
They were closed in their own space, and he took advantage of it, grabbing their feelings as if taking advantage of them.
He thought it would go on like this forever.
However, they will eventually move towards a broader world. In the past, the eldest lady went to the Cangyu Palace to learn skills, and in the later, the saint girl was talked about by her mother to go on a blind date.
Only then did Jing Yue realize that as long as the man was not blind or had orientation issues, he would always admire these two treasured girls.
Among them there are many nobles, nobles and sons from aristocratic families.
For a moment, that familiar feeling of inferiority crawled into Jing Yue's heart again, like a whip covered with thorns, constantly tightening and beating him, constantly telling him the cruel truth...
You are sick and you will not live long!
You take the medicine, but your life is still short!
You are just a ghost wandering between two solitudes, why do you want to occupy this beauty forever?
As a result, at this time, Miss Ye Ning's voice sounded in the sea of consciousness - "Reject her quickly, otherwise when can we talk to each other."
With these words, the whip covered with thorns in Jing Yue's heart loosened, and he said to the elegant aunt in front of him, "She said, hum, no, I want you to go too."
"You leave too." It's not a derogatory term, but when combined with "Let him go!" above, it becomes a derogatory term.
Visible to the naked eye, Aunt Ye took a deep breath and said gracefully, "Ye Ning, you are such a good and filial daughter."
"No wonder you're so fat!"
With that said, Aunt Ye left with a puff of sleeves.
Although her steps were still calm and elegant, it always gave Jing Yue the illusion that she was jumping.
After she left, Ye Ning quickly asked: "Little thief, am I fat?"
Jing Yue walked to the mirror and replied, "Your figure is simply perfect. You were right before, my aunt is jealous of you." "
"That's good." Ye Ning said happily.
Seeing the beautiful woman in the bronze mirror, Jing Yue couldn't help but complain: "Aunt actually wants you to get married, what a bloody idea."
Ye Ning said in confusion: "Why are you so angry? Didn't I reject them all?"
"No, are you jealous?"
"I don't!"
"Are you jealous too, little thief? He's so cute."
"I don't."
"Come on, be good and call me sister."
"Go away."
...
After returning from the saint's place noisily, Jing Yue looked at the moonlight outside the window, feeling half happy and half gloomy.
Joy is brought by the saintly girl, and depression is your own.
Even though he refused to admit it just now, he knew that he was jealous and had low self-esteem.
But Jing Yue did not feel sorry for himself, but quickly went to bed to rest and recuperate.
Now he is not worthy of a fairy girl like the Saint Girl, but who says that he can't have it if he doesn't deserve it?
As the saying goes, "There are times in your life that you have to have, but there are times in your life that you don't have to force," but this sentence doesn't apply to him.
From the moment the cold poison broke out, everything he did was forcing.
From now on, he, Jing Yue, must force harder. What he wants is not only longevity, but also the relationship between the saint girl and the eldest lady.
Because he really...can't bear it.
"System, give me more!"
The system ignored him. It probably didn't understand what kind of command "add points" was because it didn't have this function.
Jing Yue still had no intention of being discouraged. Instead, before going to bed, he silently recited the name "The Second Young Master of the Zhu Family" with a vengeance.
You are the only one who is obsessed with going on a blind date!
At the same time, another saint, Chen Ruxue, was sitting on the bed wearing only a close-fitting underwear, and the ravine exposed outside the skirt was bottomless.
At this time, she looked at the dress that Jing Yue had worn in the daytime, and wondered, "What does it smell like?"
