Mr. Ou, your wife is so good at fighting

Chapter 114 'Ordinary Friends'

"Don't say good things for me. Every time grandpa scolded me, I always pointed to you to say good things for me. I'm sorry, fourth brother, it's not because I don't trust you."

Jian Li chuckled, and said in a soft and coquettish voice.

Jian Jun smiled helplessly at the other end, "Can you stop me from worrying about you? I'm already Amitabha, don't worry about me."

Jian Li thought for a while, and then quickly said, "Then I'm worried that you will be blinded by the beauty of that guy Nicholas, don't look at him, he is actually a bad old man who has lived for nearly a hundred years! Besides, that old man is so weak, he just relies on his beautiful appearance and eyes to confuse people!"

Jian Jun was amused by these words, and he smiled happily at the other end, "Okay, I see."

"Really ordinary friends?" Jian Li asked seriously.

Jian Jun: "It's really ordinary friends. Xiao Wu, I'm looking for another relationship right away before I just finished my affair with Shu Ming."

Jian Li thought about it and thought it was right, so she felt relieved a lot, and then hung up the phone.

On the other end, the call just ended.

A slender black figure suddenly approached and moved behind Jian Jun, and a magnetic and charming voice with a wicked smile fell on Jian Jun's ear, "Ordinary friends, huh?"

Jian Jun's eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of her lips raised slightly, "Don't make trouble."

Nick chuckled a few times, "Jian Jun, are you protecting me?"

"Yeah, aren't you afraid of our little five?" Jian Jun raised her chin forward, pointed at the chair in front of her while holding the paintbrush, "Go and sit."

Nick was very obedient. He walked towards the chair in front of him, and said stubbornly as he passed, "I'm not afraid of her, I'm just..."

Before the words were finished, Jian Jun answered with a soft smile, "Let her go, I know, you are already old, you really have to make way for the younger ones. Bad old man, sit down, don't flinch It's..."

Nick turned around suddenly, looked at Jian Jun with a half-smile but not a dangerous look, and called his name threateningly, "Jane, Jun."

Jian Jun smiled and waved her hands, her eyes were sincere, "Well, I was wrong, I'm sorry."

In fact, even Jian Jun didn't know whether she and Nick were ordinary friends or not.

In short, Nick was entrusted by Jian Li to come to the lounge to guard Jian Jun that night, and Jian Jun was slightly drunk and asked Nick to drink half a glass of his blood.

The two kept in touch. After sunset, Nick would sometimes come to him. Jian Jun felt that it was a pleasure to chat with Nick.

Probably because of his long life, he has already seen too much.

Even if it is just a calm narrative, what I have seen and heard always seems to have the color of legend.And Nick knows a lot, from history to art, whether it is music, art or literature, he always has his keen and unique views.

No matter the topic of conversation, Nick always picks up and never stands cold.And I don't talk too much, always like an outsider who is drawn away, expressing opinions from an objective point of view, which is just right and pertinent, and does not make people feel arrogant at all.

Jian Jun is a person who can calm down very much. He can smear in front of the canvas for hours without saying a word.In fact, sometimes to others, he is even boring.

But Nick seems to have developed a temperament that is particularly resistant to silence because of the long years of experience.

Jian Jun sits for hours painting, and sometimes the long night passes between his brushes smearing on the canvas.

And Nick can stay in his studio all night, reading an old book, if it weren't for the occasional sound of pages being turned, he would be as quiet as if he didn't exist.

But as long as Jian Jun glances in that direction between paintings, she can always see that handsome blond-haired and blue-eyed vampire sitting there reading in an elegant posture, feeling at ease, as if wanting to blend in with the quiet atmosphere. as one.

If Nick notices his eyes, he raises his eyes slightly, meets them, looks at each other and smiles, the tacit understanding is natural.

Sometimes even Jian Jun would be confused, as if we were not acquaintances for the first time, but as if we had spent a long time together in such a tacit understanding, so I got used to it.

Because Jian Jun was not used to his own space being invaded, even Shu Ming was not allowed to come to his studio.

But Nick's silent and quiet company will not make people feel offended by the invasion of their personal space.He was so smooth and silent.

But Nick's feelings for Jian Jun may be more subtle.Regardless of what it feels like emotionally, but Jian Jun offered to donate blood to him, and after he accepted it, from the perspective of Nick's racial instinct.

In Nick's eyes, to a certain extent, Jian Jun's ownership belongs to him, Nicholas Northman.In a real sense, this is his person.

So it was only natural for Nick to come here at night to watch Jian Jun draw, or to chat or something.After all, no matter what, Jian Jun is a person who makes people feel very comfortable.Whether it's chatting with her, or just sitting next to her quietly, she will feel very comfortable.

Stay with Jian Jun, even if you don't say a word.Nothing is more comfortable than following Lu Fei in the mansion to watch a stupid TV series.

"Tomorrow night, Xiaowu will bring Oulu back to Jane's house for the first time. I'm afraid the dinner will not be over early, so you should stay in the mansion." Jian Jun said, looking up at Nick's pale face, "From now on, you Let’s go back before, my place is not as strict as the mansion after all. You will feel bad after sunrise.”

Nick is indeed a little tired, nestled in the recliner in the corner, although Jian Jun's curtains are good blackout cloth, but compared with the vault and basement of the mansion, they are still not tight enough.

He felt a little uncomfortable, and he responded in a low voice, his beautiful eyes like a deep blue lake slowly closed.

The paintbrush in Jian Jun's hand was about to fall onto the canvas, but it stopped suddenly, and the tip of the brush hovered half an inch away from the canvas.

His eyes could not help looking towards Nick.

Suddenly, I thought of what I said to Ou Lu and Xiao Wu on the phone earlier.

He, Jian Jun, has always done things properly.

Jian Jun smiled helplessly in her heart, that's right, Jian Jun, Jian Jun, you must grasp the proportions in your heart.These years, your family has worried enough about you, you can't let them worry anymore...

Jian Jun is well aware of her broken temper, since she was a child, she has always recognized something, and she will not turn back if she is hit head-to-head.This is what Jian Li admires most about her fourth brother, who has carried out 'self' to the extreme...

So Jian Jun knew that she had to keep the sense of propriety in her heart, otherwise...

Therefore, ordinary friends are the most suitable relationship.

Jian Jun sighed softly, put down the paintbrush, turned around and took a blanket, shook it out, and went up to cover it for his 'ordinary friend'.

(End of this chapter)