He looked at the necklace in his hand.

The silver hollow-shaped pendant, the place where it opened and closed was buckled and could not be opened.

She looked at the door that Ji Jingchen had closed, carefully closed the necklace, and turned and ran back to the room.

There was no tool in the room, and she went out again, asked the housekeeper for a toolbox for the renovation of cultural relics, sat down at the table, and began to examine the necklace carefully.

Her dream is to become a cultural relics restorer, but she has not received systematic learning before, and she has learned from the Internet.

Had it not been for being sent here, she might have now entered a school to study the artefacts and restoration profession...

You should have missed school, right?

The movement in the sweet hand slowly stopped and forced the sourness in the eyes to endure.

The next day, the housekeeper sent the tool.

"Mr. said you could use the second floor of the study."

Warm sweet and sweet look at the huge toolbox in his hand, the tools are available.

“The second floor?”

“Yes.”

Warm sweet and sweet look around, this is Ji Jingchen's room, but except for the first day, Ji Jingchen has never returned.

After all, the bedroom is not the place to work.

Wen Sweet and Sweet took the necklace back and took the box to the second floor.

The last time she accidentally fell down the stairs, she was very careful.

Upstairs, turn left, there are many rooms on the second floor, but the butler did not tell her the specific room.

She thought about it, quietly opened the door and looked inside.

In the large study, there was a man facing her side and was working on the case.

Is it Ji Jingchen?

He hesitated, turning his head, and his sharp eyes were sweeping at the door.

“What are you doing?”

She hesitated, trying to get out quietly.

A look at the sight of the hustle.

“Come in.”

She had to push the door open and hold the toolbox and stand in the doorway.

“The housekeeper said I could work in the library...”

He opened his eyes to look at him.

He did ask the housekeeper to tell Jiang Nianyao that she could use the study on the second floor, but there were two study rooms on the second floor, which he meant to let Jiang Nianyao use the other one.

Did she come here intentionally?

Warm sweet sweet by his frightened eyes to look down on his head, some cramped standing in place.

Why did he look at her so?

Isn’t it he who comes to the library?

Ji Jingchen looked at her for a moment and reached out and pressed the inside line of the phone on the table.

“Get a desk in.”

With that, he looked up at the sweetness.

“Come here.”

He licked his lips nervously and hesitated.

His lips became red, and his eyes became dark.

He thought he was angry and hurried to walk past with the toolbox.

“Mr. Ji.”

The smooth face is like a shelled egg, white, full of luster, the cheek with a red glow, a pair of cat eyes rounded inlaid on the face of the jade.

He held out her hand and put it on her back.

The hand slid down his back, stopped the waist, slightly forced, and the sweetness fell on him without control.

“What are you going to do... . . . . .

As soon as I spoke, my lips were closed.

His eyes were as dark as a pool, one hand stopped her waist, and one hand held her chin fixed.

Hold those red lips.