Ling Bing still went back to the Star Picking Tower, where he was going to wait for his star to come back.
Nangong Qixing was not angry, anyway, what he was thinking about was no one else.
She just felt sorry for him.
Some people always like to find guilt on themselves, just like Ling Bing.
Living in the castle, Nangong Qixing couldn't find a chance to clean up He Moyu, and he didn't dare to use Ling Bing's people to find trouble with He Moyu.
Because she didn't know if Ling Bing still cared about He Moyu's face, if she cared, she moved, I was afraid that she would have a gap with him.
But with He Moyu's thorn not to pick her, she felt very uncomfortable.
After enduring it for two days, Nangong Qixing still made a move, and she took the opportunity to accompany Yu Zimo to celebrate her birthday and leave the castle.
In the middle of the night, Nangong Qixing sneaked into He Moyu's room and ruined her fake face.
He Moyu cried to death, but he didn't dare to tell Ling Bing, for fear that even the last glimmer of hope would disappear.
She wanted to fix her face and then find Ling Bing to take revenge on her.
No matter how tightly the He family hid it, Ling Bing still found out about it three days later.
When Ling Bing received the news, Nangong Qixing was also there.
Ling Bing kept his face calm and didn't speak, and Nangong Qixing buried his head in his homework in order to hide his nervousness.
After a long time, Ling Bing let out a long sigh, and then laughed.
Nangong Qixing felt that Ling Bing was a little sad and wanted to tease him and make him happy, but Ling Bing left her and went to the wine cellar.
By the time Nangong Qixing had absentmindedly finished his homework and went to him, he had already drunk.
"Xing'er, I'll never see you again.
The only face that resembles you is also ruined.
I'll never see you.
Xing'er" Nangong Qixing suddenly regretted it a little.
Maybe she shouldn't have ruined his last thoughts.
But if she doesn't do this, he will never forget her in the past, let alone fully accept her now.
Better a finger off than always aching.
If it hurts to the extreme, let it go.
Shen Qinghong wanted to help Ling Bing return to the Star Tower, but Nangong Qixing pushed him away, "Let me come." ” It is still very difficult for the one-meter-six Nangong Qixing to support a one-meter-nine drunk Ling Bing.
He kept bending, and she couldn't lift his shoulder.
Bare on his waist couldn't keep his balance.
Shen Qinghong saw Nangong Qixing's struggle and wanted to come over to help her.
Nangong Qixing suddenly hugged Ling Bing horizontally.
"It's a lot easier."
Nangong Qixing held Ling Bing's steady pace, not showing any difficulty at all.
"This" Shen Qinghong was stunned.
It's too domineering and too good.
Shen Qinghong hurriedly took out his mobile phone to record this rare scene.
Nangong Qixing was self-aware, and stopped holding Ling Bing downstairs to pick up stars.
"Brother Zero, one day, you will carry me to the Star Picking Tower."
Nangong Qixing bent down and kissed Ling Bing's lips gently.
After Ling Bing sobered up, he felt very embarrassed when he learned about it, and forcibly took Nangong Qixing in one hand and circled the castle several times.
In order to satisfy Ling Bing's vanity, Nangong Qixing put a lot of homework and didn't do it to accompany him, but Ling Bing was still not satisfied, so he had to compete with her and compete with her.
"Than what," Nangong Qixing asked patiently.
She could do nothing better than him, unless she became a bestiality.
"Running, weightlifting, archery, boxing are yours."
"Pick a fart, you're a psycho."
Nangong Qixing was furious, turned around and left.
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Didn't you just hug him once?
How can it damage his dignity as a man He carried her around the castle for several days in a row, delaying her homework a lot He can't be pampered anymore.
"What are you talking about" Ling Bingteng stood up.
His handsome face was cold, and his eyes were threatening.
The demon wife is sweet, and the tsundere Ling Shao is really good at petting :