When Yun Jiao saw this scene, she paused for a moment.
Their relationship seemed to be very good, intimate, with physical contact. He was handsome and she was beautiful. They were both ruthless people and were a perfect match.
She lowered her eyes and was about to leave when Ling Che's voice suddenly rang out from behind her:
"Bright."
"Aren't you concerned about my injury? Why did you leave?"
She paused and after a brief silence, she turned around and looked at the hugging couple, not knowing what expression to make or what to say.
For a moment, it was quiet.
Instead, it was the cold woman in Ling Che's arms who spoke first: "Hello, Jiaojiao, I'm Sang Xue."
She gave her name.
Yun Jiao pursed her lips: "Yun Jiao."
Sang Xue was obviously surprised when she heard these two words, but she soon returned to normal. She hugged Ling Che's neck and smiled as she breathed in his sweet breath:
"Ah Che, you are such a powerful martial artist, how come you are injured? Who hurt you? Catch the person and I will kill him myself."
Ling Che smiled and waved at Yun Jiao, "I will risk my life for the love of my beloved."
Since ancient times, heroes have been unable to resist the temptation of beautiful women.
"Jiaojiao, come here."
Yun Jiao bit her lower lip lightly, thought about it, and decided to go over obediently. However, as soon as she got close to him, Ling Che put his arms around her waist and held her in his arms.
Hug left and right.
One in each hand.
Yun Jiao took a sip of the fragrance.
"Sangsang, you must live in peace with my Jiaojiao from now on. Jiaojiao will live in Ling Mansion from now on."
"I know." Sang Xue scolded with a smile, "Don't I know your temper? Even if you leave a hundred women at home, I can still take care of them for you."
“Sangsang is still less of a worry.” Ling Che leaned back in his chair comfortably, like a king with three thousand concubines in his harem.
Yun Jiao clenched her hands, her face looked cold, and she was trying her best to endure something. The cheek that was kissed by Ling Che just now was burning hot.
Glancing at Sang Xue beside her, she stood up:
"I'll go find the doctor!"
After saying this, he turned around and strode away.
Until she ran to the corner, she picked up her sleeve and wiped the saliva on her face viciously, rubbing it over and over again for more than ten times, until half of her face was red and she didn't stop even when the skin was almost broken.
Ah Yu, who came over, was startled: "Miss Yun, what are you doing..."
Seeing someone around, Yun Jiao immediately put down his hand, regained his composure, and said as usual, "The young master is injured. Go get a doctor."
"good."
After instructing A-Yu, she returned to her room, filled a basin with cold water to wash her face, and cooled it to make her cheeks look less red.
Just as I was wiping my face, a voice suddenly came from behind me:
"Your yard is quite nice."
She paused, quickly wiped her face, turned around, and saw Sang Xue lazily leaning against the door frame with her arms folded across her chest. She looked lazy and cold, with an indescribable arrogance between her brows. She was beautiful.
"This was arranged by Ache. If you like it, I'll give it to you." Yun Jiao picked up the basin, walked around her, went out, and poured the dirty water into the flower bed.
"This is the best courtyard in the Ling Mansion, and it's closest to Ache's main courtyard." Sang Xue looked at her.
Yun Jiao didn’t know whether it was close or not, nor did she care.
"I've already told you that if you like it, I'll let you live here, but you're saying something else. What's the matter? If you want to tell me something, just say it directly. There's no need to beat around the bush."
Sang Xue was slightly surprised.
Her temper is exactly the same as her mother's.
She had just returned from the Western Regions, where she had dealt with Jing Yi Yunying. Neither side got along well with her, and it was pointless for her to stay there, so she simply returned to Lanzhou City.
Unexpectedly, I met Yunying's daughter here.