In the end, under Yan Jinyu's pestering, Yin Jiujin didn't even wash his face and had no choice but to go to the study to find the photos.

Yan Jinyu followed him to the study, holding his back robe with his hands, looking like he was afraid that he would run away.

"Finished? Found?"

Yin Jiujin reached out and took a small wooden box from the top of the bookshelf, turned around and bounced her forehead, "What's the hurry? I won't be dependent on your account."

Yin Jiujin didn't play heavily, and Yan Jinyu still accused him and raised his hand to rub his forehead, "Brother Jiu, if you treat me like this, I will resist!"

Yin Jiujin raised his eyebrows and quickly lowered his head to peck at her forehead, "It won't hurt if you kiss it."

Yan Jinyu: "..." He snatched the wooden box from his hand and was too lazy to pay attention to him.

"The photo is here?"

"Well. I'll go find the key..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a "click" sound, and the lock on the wooden box was opened by her.

Now Yin Jiujin saw clearly that a thin golden thread popped out from the "watch" on her left wrist, but the length of the popped out was not long, about fifteen centimeters, which was only enough for her to hold it in her hand to unlock it.

Yin Jiujin's mouth twitched slightly, feeling that this killing weapon is still omnipotent.

She also opened the wooden box and said with some pride: "It's opened, Brother Jiu, don't worry, my technique is very accurate, the lock has not been broken."

Yin Jiujin raised his hand on the top of her hair with a little expression and rubbed it, "Yeah."

Then she saw that she ignored him, and Gu Zi walked to the sofa beside him and sat down, put the wooden box on his legs and opened it.

There are not only photos of Yin Jiujin in the wooden box, but also some relatively old photos. In addition, there are also some things like letters and greeting cards.

Yan Jinyu was not interested in the letterhead greeting cards, so he picked out all the photos inside.

Looking at each photo, the first two were not Yin Jiujin's, but it seemed to be a photo of Mr. Yin and Mrs. Yin when they were young. Yan Jinyu glanced at him and put it down.

The third one is Yin Jiujin’s.

The photo of me when I was about four or five years old was wearing a long robe with an old house in the background, which looked like the Yin family's old house.

He has delicate facial features and a smile on his little face.

It's the kind of innocent smile that comes from the heart.

Yin Jiujin had already come over and sat down beside her. Yan Jinyu looked at the photos and then looked at Yin Jiujin.

Nowadays, even if he smiles, he usually just curls his lips, and his smile is not obvious, and the rest of the time he looks serious.

Yan Jinyu's mood suddenly became a little complicated.

Thinking that he was the second young master of the Yin family, he was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, but he didn't have to bear the family mission, he should be carefree at birth, and it would be good if he didn't grow up to be a playboy.

But he is not only not a playboy, but also grows so well.

Not to mention these, his temperament...

No one will have a major change in temperament for no reason. He went from a laughing person to a cold and gloomy look later. He must have experienced a lot.

Thinking of this, Yan Jinyu held the photo in one hand, raised it up and stroked it on his face with the other, and rubbed it carefully, "Brother Jiu, you looked good when you were a child, but you looked better when you grew up, and you didn't grow up."

Just because she saw her expression was a little complicated, and she didn't know what she thought and was in a complicated mood, Yin Jiujin heard her words and said, "..."

"Luckily, you haven't grown old, otherwise I might not look down on you."

"..." Are you still a face-controlling relationship?

"After all, your reputation is there, and your status is there. You will feel superior everywhere you go. If you are not good-looking and your fiancée is a beautiful and charming person, you may feel inferior, which is inconsistent with your aura."

"..." Holding her hand on his face in the palm of his hand, pinching her fingertips, "It's quite narcissistic."

"I'm not narcissism, but self-confidence." After this shift, the slightly heavy feeling just now disappeared.

No matter how he did it before, he had experienced nothing important, and with her around in the future, he would always make him laugh more.

Looking at her arrogant little look, Yin Jiujin couldn't help but chuckle: "Well, it's confidence."

Yan Jinyu glared at him again and actually teased her.

He broke free from the hand he held and continued to look through the photos. Yin Jiujin followed her and just reached out to wrap her waist, leaned her lazily on the sofa, looking at the photos with her.

Yan Jinyu couldn't help but look at the photo just now and then.

Sure enough, Yin Jiujin doesn't like taking photos. Apart from two separate photos, there are only three photos of him.

One is separate from Mrs. Yin, with the background like a stage. Yan Jinyu guessed that it should have been taken in Liuyuan;

One is a photo of the Yin family. There is no Qin Jianjia on it yet. Qin Jianjia should have not married into the Yin family at that time;

One is a photo of three people wearing camouflage uniforms.

Yan Jinyu's eyes stayed here.

At that time, Yin Jiujin should have looked like he was fourteen or fifteen years old. His eyebrows were no longer like when he was a child, and he felt a sense of coldness and sharpness.

He stood in the middle, the person on the right was about the same height as him, and he also had a cold face, but this face was cold and honest, and his eyebrows were somewhat similar to Qin Jianjia, so he should be Qin Hao, the eldest son of the Qin family.

The boy on Yin Jiujin's left was shorter than him and was not badly tall, but standing with two outstanding and noble people, he was a little inferior.

None of this matters, what matters is that she has seen this person!

She has always had a good memory. Even if she is not a person who deliberately remembers it, she can remember it as long as she looks at it, not to mention that this person is more than just a glance for her.

This was a person who entered Guisha Island at the same time as her. He suddenly disappeared in the third year. After seeing him again many years, she recognized him.

In that year, he was already a man wearing camouflage clothes and had a group of comrades around him.

She recognized him because she had seen him in her early years. This was a person who had seen her appearance. In order to prevent future troubles, this person died at her hands.

Thinking of this, Yan Jinyu's hands froze.

This is the comrade Yin Jiujin cares very much about?

Seeing this photo, Yin Jiujin's expression also changed significantly.

The deep eyes are emotions that others cannot understand.

Perhaps because he was thinking about something else in his heart, Yin Jiujin, who was keen, did not notice something wrong with Yan Jinyu.

Yan Jinyu is not the one who escapes when encountering problems. She adjusts her mood. She looks back at Yin Jiujin and points to the person in the photo and asks: "Brother Jiu, this person is..."

When she saw it, Yin Jiujin's slightly complicated expression had already stopped. He took the photo from her hand, but he ignored the oldness of the photo and made the photo wrinkle.

"It's not important." Yin Jiujin said.

"Look at the others."

He threw the photo on the coffee table in front of him, and then picked out one from a stack of photos in her hand, "This photo of your grandmother and my grandmother when they were young, look, you really look like your grandmother."

This obviously diverted topic made Yan Jinyu feel silent.

As long as she is willing to use her brain, she is a very smart person. No matter how well Yin Jiujin hides, she still can see that his attitude towards the comrade in the photo is particularly strange.

Take a look at the photos he picked out.

The gray and old photos show two girls of seventeen or eighteen years old. They each hold two books in their hands, which are dressed as female college students during the Republic of China.

One beats one beautiful two young girls.

One of them does look very similar to her.

Yan Jinyu was naturally interested, but she was not the kind of person who was easily distracted, especially at this time she cared more about Yin Jiujin's comrade-in-arms.

So she turned her gaze away from the old photo on Yin Jiujin's hand, looked at the slightly wrinkled photo on the coffee table, and said, "I killed that person."

"What?"

Yan Jinyu looked at him and pointed to the photo, "I killed the person standing on your left in the photo." That was eight years ago, and she had just become famous not long ago.

Then, Yan Jinyu saw Yin Jiujin's expression change at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Some were surprised and some were shocked. In addition to this, there were some emotions that she couldn't understand.

Immediately, she saw Yin Jiujin put down the photos in her hand and the wooden box on her legs to the coffee table. The next second, she was pressed down on the sofa by Yin Jiujin.

Before he could react, his lips fell on hers.

This kiss was very cruel. It was the first time that Yan Jinyu felt a little unbearable to kiss since they were intimate.

Yan Jinyu didn't know how long it lasted, she only knew that when the kiss ended, she was dizzy.

Her nightgown was already messy.

Obviously, Yin Jiujin did not only keep his lips at the touch of his lips after this long period of hard kiss.

After kissing, Yin Jiujin had no intention of stopping. He slid down and buried his face between her neck.

It was Yan Jinyu who pushed him gently before stopping his movements.

Her face was buried between her neck and stopped moving.

After adjusting his breath evenly, Yan Jinyu raised his hand and pushed him up so that the two of them could see each other.

However, Yin Jiujin did not get up, and just supported her with both hands and looked at her.

His eyes were too aggressive, and Yan Jinyu was stared at by him and was a little unnatural, "What, what's wrong?"
To be continued...