Chapter 77: I don't want to owe you

Knowing that there is no one in it, she still imagines that she is in it, sleeping soundly and sweetly, and she will like the room he has carefully arranged for her.
"Stab!"
The door of Yan Nian's room opened from the inside.
It seemed that there was some kind of telepathy inside, and it seemed that she knew he would come back, so she waited deliberately.
She didn't fall asleep at all.
Those eyes were as clear and clean as usual, with a touch of alienation.
She wears a long-haired shawl, wears a long-sleeved bubble pajama, and a conservative dress. She wears it on her body, which is a little more amorous.
The faint fragrance of orchids floats in the air, refreshing.
Yannian had soaked in the bathtub for more than an hour today, and the smell of essential oils had completely masked the alcohol on her body.
Jiang Beiyuan calmly took a sip of her taste, which was a pleasant and comfortable taste, and his brows stretched out.
"Not asleep yet?"
He raised his eyebrows and asked.
It's kind of awkward to talk.
"Well, I can't sleep," Yannian answered, smiling harmlessly, "You just came back?"
"The hospital has emergency surgery and I came back late."
"Really, did the surgery really go?"
Suddenly she leaned over, pretending to be close to his shirt, and smelled it.
Her sudden approach made him feel a little bit contemplative, and his heartbeat accelerated in an instant, but soon, Yan Nian retreated.
"Tsk, it smells like a woman's perfume, it's very strong."
Jiang Beiyuan frowned. Could it be the smell of falling when he returned to Xuanting Pavilion?
"I--"
"Oh yes, the two hundred thousand will be returned to you."
Yannian said nonchalantly, took out a bank card from the pocket of her pajamas and handed it over.
"From now on, we will not owe each other."
She shrugged and said, still the harmless face, the delicate oval face, and the pure and clear Jianqiu pupils.
It's so pure that makes people angry. Why is her expression so clean that she doesn't even care about being jealous at all?
Jiang Beiyuan kept staring at her eyes.
Trying to see a trace of jealousy from the bottom of her eyes.
Even a little bit is fine.
Nothing at all.
She kept the motion of handing him the bank card, raising her arm, her tone was impatient, "Hurry up, my hands are sore."
Jiang Beiyuan lowered his eyebrows.
Her indifferent attitude suddenly gave him an illusion. Was it because she cared and was jealous several times before, because he was being affectionate?
"Where do you get so much money?"
As far as he knows, she still can't make more than two hundred thousand.
Yannian rubbed his ears, and said the truth, "Ask He Huaiguang for borrowing, I have thought about it, and what I owe you is not practical."
"Not down to earth?"
"Yeah, before the money was paid, I felt like kicking a stone. He Huaiguang is my sister. We have been in friendship for so many years. Even if I lose his money, I don’t think anything, but you. ..."
She paused, and her long eyelashes moved twice, covering the strangeness that appeared under her eyes.
"I don't want to owe you, that's it."
Jiang Beiyuan did not reach out to take it.
He slid both hands in his pockets, and the slender shadow fell on the ground and cast a sharp dark glow, and his brows and eyes became a little cool.
"Don't you want to know whose perfume smells on me?"
His voice was clean, as deep as a pool of clear water, but it contained something imperceptible...expectation.