Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Pen Fun Pavilion www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update after wearing the book, I married the male owner and his own uncle!    Life is always quick in the middle of a fight.     This winter vacation, Nangong Cold Jade returned home.     Standing in the empty dormitory, Huo always felt like there was something missing in his heart. Push open her door, and her smell still remained in the house, so that his heart was much more stable.     By this time, she should have gotten off the plane.     Huo Wu texted: Little white face, are you home yet?Did my fiancée pick you up?     Ten seconds. White face is dead. Why didn't you reply to him?     One minute. White face may not have gotten off the plane yet, maybe it's late.     Five minutes. The little white-faced son of a bitch must have lived with his fiancée in two dormitories and left him behind.     Shit, that little white face must have deliberately missed his texts.     Thirty minutes. Is something wrong with the white face, the plane crash?Hijacked? Thirty-one minutes later, he couldn't help but call her directly. He wasn't worried about the safety of his little white face. He was just afraid that if she died, he would become a ghost who would haunt him.     Soon. Over there.     Nangong Cold Yu: "Are you sick?" Huo: "Shit!" Hang up the phone directly.     He's crazy. Just leave her alone!     Look at that attitude. She's sick!     Nangong Cold Jade looked at the hanging up phone and frowned.     Nangong looked at her indifferently: "Sister, who is it?" Nangong Cold Jade turned away and sneered coldly: "I don't know, it's a nervous illness.”Nangong looked indifferently at her sister, who had always been calm. Her uncovered dislike at the bottom of her eyes always made her feel a little strange.     Nangong Cold Jade did not know whether she was crazy, no one was working against her, and no one fought with him in a clean life. She actually lived a little unused. She always felt something was wrong and something like that was missing.     She couldn't help but wonder if she had been living with Huo for so long that she had St. Golem's syndrome.     Nangong indifference also found that no matter what she did, she was a little distracted. From time to time, she looked at her mobile phone, as if she was waiting for someone.     At 8: 30 p.m., Nangong Cold Jade went to take a bath.     Nangong watched the game indifferently in the living room. When he heard the phone ring, he glanced at it and shouted: "Sister, you're on the phone.”Nangong Cold Jade shouted in the bathroom:" Don't pick up, don't pick up, I'll leave right away.”Nangong is indifferent at the age of rebellion. The more I refuse to do it, the more I want to do it, the more I stand up to get my phone and see the words that beat on the screen: xxx.     Nangong looked indifferent and more interesting. I want to know who this XXX really is, so that my sister can give him such a special note.     Who knew that this side had just been connected? Nangong Cold Jade stole the phone. Hearing the voice across the street, he sneered: "It's none of your business.”Nangong indifference: Sister is so fierce!     Nangong cold jade frowned: "I don't care!" Nangong cold: Sister so cold!     Nangong Cold Jade: "Fuck off!" Nangong Cold Jade:... Sister, who is this to pick up the phone? It takes less than half a minute to pick up, just three sentences, not ten words.     When Nangong Cold Jade left, he also took his cell phone away. He glanced at him with a warning: "Desert, don't answer this person's phone when you see him later.”Nangong's cold eyes were about to fall off the ground. When she turned around, she smiled and really smiled. It was obvious that after receiving that strange call, her mood instantly improved.     He had never seen his sister so disdainful, naked, with messy, wet hair and even a bathrobe on her back.