Jiang Nuan has no habit of watching her back.

There are still some grudges between her and Jiang Qianxue.

Monica walked over and stretched out her hand, "Jiang Nuan, you're fine!"

Jiang Nuan smiled sweetly, a little shy, "Thank you, but...hehe, my boyfriend likes to be jealous."

She gradually got used to Li Xichen's domineering behavior.

For the sake of others, unhappy your beloved man...

Um……

This is absolutely not something you can't ask for!

Monica was not angry, smiled at her and returned to her seat.

Jiang Nuan stood in the center of the stage, smiled at the audience below, saying, "Thank you for your support. I am the author of "heart-moving", the author of "life and death", and the author of "moment". You all must remember and remember to tell others that they were all painted by me, not by Jiang Qianxue!"

The originally serious atmosphere became relaxed instantly after being amused by Jiang Nuan.

"Jiang Nuan!"

"Jiang Nuan!!"

"Jiang Nuan!!!"

I don’t know who started calling her first, but in the end, almost the entire venue, and the entire people watching the live broadcast, began to call her name like crazy.

Jiang Nuan stood in a highly anticipated position and raised the championship trophy handed over by Chrys himself. Her smile was on the rise and her eyes were shining with anticipation.

teacher--

Have you seen it?

Are you very well-behaved and excellent in teaching children to your older ones?

Jiang Nuan smiled, looked up accidentally, and suddenly saw a white figure flashing away in a corner behind the crowd.

A strange sense of familiarity filled the heart, ripping her heart so painfully.

Jiang Nuan was suddenly stunned and looked at him again.

But I only had time to see a pale side face, half-covered by the dark hair, outlining an exquisite and elegant outline in the sun, and soon disappeared.

Jiang Nuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and her heartbeat was out of control.

Before she could react, she had already thrown away the championship trophy and ran off the stage with her skirt.

"Director Jiang——"

"Why did the champion run away?"

Jiang Nuan rushed out of the gate of the guild hall, searching around the streets, looking around with an anxious expression, murmured, "White...white..."

When Li Xichen chased her out, she saw her standing alone on the road.

There was tears in her eyes, and she was confused like a child who had accidentally lost to her parents...

Li Xichen hugged his slender body from behind.

Jiang Nuan was stunned for a moment, raised her head, with transparent tears hanging on her cheeks, and her expression was confused, "I..."

She opened her mouth to explain, but she didn't know how to explain.

Li Xichen leaned over and kissed the tears on her cheek one by one, which was extremely gentle.

He looked at her, his voice was low and gentle, "Baby, go home."

Jiang Nuan lowered her head, twitched her slender shoulders for a moment, and still searched everywhere unwillingly, "Li Xichen, I..."

Li Xichen picked her up and turned around and walked back.

After he left with Jiang Nuan, a man in white was turned out from the corner of the street, so clear and elegant that he seemed to be a god who was not as good as a worldly fireworks.

His beautiful and deep eyes stared at the direction where Jiang Nuan left, with a bone-bending pain and sadness.

...

Until Jiang Nuan was taken back to Rose Castle, she did not get out of the sudden feeling.

She lay on the rattan chair and touched the position of her heart...
Chapter completed!