Rolling in the arms of the paranoid boss

Just when Dai Ning really wanted to attack Nanyan, Murong Yuan suddenly appeared at the door of the office.

"doing what?"

Dai Ning's steps suddenly stopped, and he turned his head to look at Murong Yuan.

Murong Yuan looked at the three of them for a while, then his thin lips moved slightly: "Come in and tell."

Dai Ning bit his lower lip, turned his head angrily and pulled Meng Qingning in.

Nan Yan paused for a moment, a cunning flashed in her eyes that didn't match her face and personality, and then she followed in with a card.

After entering, Dai Ning dragged Meng Qingning to find a seat inside to sit down.

After Nan Yan entered, she asked Murong Yuan softly: "Mr. Murong, do you need to close the door?"

Murong Yuan glanced at her and said coldly, "Shut up."

"Okay~" Nanyan closed the door, and then walked forward, still with a gentle look: "Mr. Murong, I want to explain what happened just now. I happened to meet Sister Dai Ning and Qing Ning when I went out. I accidentally took a few steps backwards, sister Dai Ning didn't bully me."

Hearing this, Murong Yuan's cold eyes immediately fell on her face.

"Did I say she bullied you?"

Nanyan: "..."

Dai Ning turned his head and complained to Meng Qingning: "White lotus."

After speaking, Dai Ning found that Meng Qingning didn't pay attention to her at all, and only then did he realize that Meng Qingning's gaze was always firmly locked on Nan Yan's face.

She waved her hand in front of Meng Qingning's eyes, and whispered, "What's there to see?"

"Watch the performance." Meng Qingning said softly.

She said this in a low voice, probably only two people could hear it.

When she observed Nanyan just now, she found that her words and deeds seemed to be not quite right as usual.

It's not wrong, it just gives people a feeling of strong fusion.

Originally, according to her face and family growth, it seemed normal for her to be gentle and kind, and she couldn't see anything before.

But now, Meng Qingning felt that the tenderness on her body seemed a little deliberate.

Maybe it was Murong Yuan's rejection of his private tutoring, so he became angry from embarrassment, and couldn't hold on to his gentle appearance.

Or, I've been pretending for too long and I'm a little tired.

If a person keeps pretending to be himself, he will be very tired and must have an attack once.

Anyway, the door of the room was closed, and there was no one else here, so Meng Qingning might as well take this opportunity to test it out once and for all.

"You said you came to see Teacher Murong because of the course?"

When Meng Qingning asked suddenly, Murong Yuan couldn't help but glanced at her, pursed his thin lips slightly, and didn't interrupt her.

Nan Yan thought she had finally focused on herself, nodded and said happily: "Mr. Murong told me that he never taught in private, but he taught you, Qingning, can you teach me? How did you get Teacher Murong to agree to teach you privately?"

"Teach you?" Meng Qingning's eyes fell on her face, and he said with a smile: "Even if I want to teach you, I'm afraid you won't be able to learn it."

Nan Yan was not discouraged after hearing the words, and continued to ask: "Why? As long as you are willing to talk, I think I can learn it seriously."

"Unless you go for plastic surgery." Meng Qingning said suddenly.

Nan Yan didn't understand, thinking that she had heard it wrong.

"What, what plastic surgery?"

Meng Qingning smiled slightly.

"I mean, I'm good-looking, so Teacher Murong is willing to teach me for free."

Nanyan: "..."

This sentence not only made Nanyan speechless for a while, but even Dai Ning couldn't believe that it was said by Meng Qingning, because it sounded very strange.

Murong Yuan, on the other hand, guessed what Meng Qingning wanted to do when she opened her mouth.

Although he didn't know the reason, but he had known Meng Qingning and Wei Jue for a while. Meng Qingning's mind was very clear and flexible. If she had no purpose, she wouldn't say such weird things.

"So..." Meng Qingning still stared at Nanyan: "Do you want plastic surgery?"

It took Nanyan a while to react.

"You, are you kidding me?"

She struggled to maintain the smile on her face, and looked back at Murong Yuan in embarrassment: "How could Teacher Murong be the kind of person you said?"

"Unfortunately." Murong Yuan sat down on the sofa, crossed his long legs, and put his hands together on his knees: "I am the kind of person she said, and it is because she is good-looking, so I can give her Extra class."

Dai Ning: "..."

She looked at the two in disbelief.

Are these two crazy?Suddenly saying such things, it was not easy for her to bring back the reputation of the two of them. What would others think if such words were spread?
This Nan Yan looked like a green tea at first glance. She had obviously done nothing just now, so she pretended that she had been bullied miserably and was afraid of her.

If he was really afraid of her, why did he give her a bracelet in the first place?

"Mr. Murong, I don't quite believe that you are such a person..." Nan Yan actually wanted to say, how could she look worse than Meng Qingning?

She felt that her skin was much more beautiful than Meng Qingning.

And the figure, you need to have breasts and buttocks.

"Don't believe me, I am this kind of person." Murong Yuan didn't give her any hope, and was directly hammered to death.

"so……"

"So I won't teach you, but if you dare to go outside and spread rumors, you can also leave Cariton."

Meng Qingning noticed that Nanyan's hands hanging down beside her were clenched into fists.

She remembered that Meng Qingyao used to have a habit, that is, when she was humiliated, her hands would sink deep into her nails, pinching her own hands until they were bloody.

The reason she knew it was because Meng Qingyao was often insulted by those people in the beginning. They liked to use Meng Qingyao's life experience as an example. Every time they laughed at her, Meng Qingyao would stand where she was, pinching her hand till it bleeds.

Seeing her hands clenched into fists, Meng Qingning's eyes darkened a little, and he continued: "Actually, you can consider plastic surgery, maybe if you look better, you can let Teacher Murong teach you. But... the competition is still too long now. It won't be long, can you have plastic surgery now?"

Seeing that her hand was getting tighter and tighter, Meng Qingning suddenly stood up and walked in front of her.

Nan Yan only reacted when she heard the sound, and kept biting her lower lip tightly when she raised her head.

"Are you angry?" Meng Qingning asked.

Nan Yan subconsciously shook her head.

"No, I didn't."

"No, then what is your hand...?"

She asked, pointing to the blood stain between her fingers.

Hearing this, Nan Yan followed her line of sight, only to realize that her fingers were bleeding from being pinched, and her expression changed drastically.

"I accidentally broke the skin when I came here." She quickly let go of her fingers, and put her hands behind her back.

Meng Qingning stared at her hand for a moment, then looked away.

Is it so absurd?This action is exactly the same.

Could it be that she was thinking too much?Or, they just have the same habit.