When it was noon, it was a pity that he was so bored that he had finished reading the entire original book, and he had a simple and rude plan for the future, and Jiang Qingyue came back alone.

He pushed open the door and entered the room, only to see a tall man wearing a black dragon-patterned kesi round neck robe standing with his back to the door, a thin bee with a dagger tied around his waist, broad shoulders, and his hands behind his back. He heard the sound and looked back. .

Jiang Qingyue was stunned for a moment.

"Shh," Ren Shuhan said with a smile in his eyes, turned around and walked in front of him, raised his arm, crossed his armpit, as if to hug him, and whispered, "Don't make a sound."

But Ren Shuhan just closed the door.

Jiang Qingyue turned her back on the guest and hugged him tightly, burying it in front of his chest and not moving.

"What's wrong? Miss me so much?"

Ren Shuhan stroked his back vigorously, lowered his head and kissed his hair again and again.

Jiang Qingyue shook her head in his arms.

"Don't want me? Then I'm leaving?"

Jiang Qingyue shook her head again.

How could this arrogant young master be more coquettish than the previous world? Ren Shuhan chuckled... I like it!

"I thought you weren't coming," Jiang Qingyue said after a while, "Qing Ci said you were missing, and he didn't accompany him when he returned home."

"What should I do with him?" Ren Shuhan used his palm to lift his long hair, which was half strayed on his shoulders, and pinched his head, "I have someone I like to accompany, but I don't have time to accompany others."

Jiang Qingyue's whole body trembled as he pinched her, but she didn't change her movements and still hugged him tightly.

"But he brought your letter," Jiang Qingyue said dully, "I thought you had something to do, and I won't be able to see you until a while."

"The letter was written before. I was afraid that he wouldn't send it to you, so I wrote another letter to send it to Wenxin." Ren Shuhan touched his hair and was completely reliant on him. all floated.

Jiang Qingyue smiled softly when she thought of the letter.

The letter sent today, he couldn't wait to open it on the way back, probably because he was afraid of being peeped by Jiang Qingci. Ren Shuhan wrote it in English, the content is more straightforward, and he also wrote him two A love poem.

Ren Shuhan's earliest memory is in the first world, when he was an actor, so English is actually his native language. Writing is smoother than using a brush, but he should be better at using a brush...

Thinking of this, Jiang Qingyue suddenly turned red.

"sorry……"

His voice was also very choked.

"What's wrong?" Ren Shuhan wanted to look at him, but he couldn't move him and couldn't break free, so he could only ask in panic, "Baby? What's wrong? Don't you have a system? You should You know, it wasn't you who killed Jiang Qingci in your last life, right?"

He could only think that his family Qingyue wanted to cry because of grievances.

What else could it be?

Do you think it's so hard for me to think? Ren Shuhan thought, it was my fault for not being able to come here earlier.

"I know, I know everything," Jiang Qingyue nodded, wiped tears from his chest, and sobbed, "The one who doesn't know is you."

"I'm sorry," he repeated again, looking up at Ren Shuhan, as if looking at an old friend through his eyes, "I just, I just never thought in two lifetimes that you would really like me."

Chapter 79

Ren Shuhan was keen to make him cry, but not on this occasion.

"Baby, where is the grievance?" He held up Jiang Qingyue's buttocks and shook him in his arms like a child. He sat on the chair himself, let him sit in his arms, and patiently gave He wiped his tears, "Tell me, how could I not love you? Can you stop crying?"

Jiang Qingyue was so ashamed that she struggled, but she didn't move.

"You let go," his recent memories were all in this world, his thoughts were mostly stuck in feudal society, and he was especially shy, "I'll tell you seriously!"

"Okay," Ren Shuhan let go, "I'll listen carefully."

Jiang Qingyue was flushed red by his tone, she turned around, walked to the window and kept brushing her hair, occasionally wiping the corners of her eyes, and after taking a few deep breaths, she turned around and said:

"Your original memory was sealed by me."

Ren Shuhan asked quietly, "Why?"

"Aren't you angry?" Jiang Qingyue looked at him pitifully like a puppy, "I did this kind of thing to you without winning your consent..."

"There must be a reason for that," Ren Shuhan smiled nonchalantly, "I believe you."

Jiang Qingyue stopped sobbing, looked at him quietly, and asked, "Why?"

Ren Shuhan held his cheeks, raised one leg, looked at him, and asked, "How many years have I known you?"

"It's been dozens of years," Jiang Qingyue murmured, "I... It's been almost a hundred years since you started writing books."

"It's been so long," Ren Shuhan nodded. "Then if I don't trust you, who else can I trust?"

Jiang Qingyue slowly sat on the couch, lowered her head and said, "But why? People like me..."

"What kind of person are you?" Ren Shuhan's eyes showed a distressed look, "You are kind and gentle, diligent in learning, even smart and beautiful, why can't I like you? Who am I to be worthy of you? like?"

Jiang Qingyue was shaking her head slowly, but when she heard this, she immediately raised her head and retorted: "You are different from me, you..."

He opened his mouth, but because he was shy, he couldn't say anything to praise Ren Shuhan.

Ren Shuhan's intuition was funny, but he was afraid that he would be annoyed, and his stomach hurt a little.

"I'm just an ordinary person, I have neither your brain nor your face..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Jiang Qingyue sternly scolded him, "Of course you are much stronger than me, who only knows how to study hard. Originally, your martial arts were unparalleled in the world. Never slack off, I don't know how many people like you..."

As he talked, he was also proud of Ren Shuhan in his heart, but seeing Ren Shuhan's expressionless face, he summed up in doubt: