Boss, did you speak well today?

Don't just rely on me loving you, you can do whatever you want

When Su Xici saw Huabei leaving the manor under the escort of several security guards and servants, he looked like a hostess.

It stands to reason that Tian Cheng hasn't started to abuse the heroine yet, and Shang Qian's scene has just finished filming, so why did she leave right now.

Although the plot has long been fragmented, the heroine has always been the most serious and dedicated one. Could it be that she has also learned other people's bad habits and started to take an unusual path?

The next morning, he found Aunt Mei with doubts.

Auntie Mei wore a bun and didn't let any of her extra hair hang down. Hearing his question, she babbled, "You don't even know that the maid quarreled with the master yesterday. Her mouth was so powerful that it almost made me laugh." Outsiders thought she was the mistress of the manor, and everyone in the house heard the quarrel, so the master got angry and dismissed her."

"Usually she has a good relationship with the master." Su Xici asked doubtfully.

The heroine always pleases the elderly. In the original book, no matter the old people from the Nangong family of the Tian family or the Situ family, they all like this charming heroine.

"That's why the master is even more angry." Aunt Mei took it for granted.

"Why did she quarrel with the master?"

"It's not that she did something wrong. She is usually careless, but now she dares to steal things from the master's collection. How can such a person stay?"

Su Xici thought, the heroine did break the glazed vase that Nangong Rong's deceased wife liked once, and was framed by Tian Cheng with embellishments, sowing discord in various ways.

"This girl is finally gone, you don't know, this is not a light-saving lamp." Aunt Mei began to babble about how many outrageous things she has done and how much damage she has done since she entered the manor, "The purpose must be In order to get the young master's attention."

"Ordinary people would think so," Su Xici said indifferently, "but in Miss Hua's eyes, this is a sign that you are jealous of her."

The thinking of a heroine cannot be measured by the thinking of a normal person, just like a mighty overlord, he wondered why there was such a book under Nangong Ran's pillow.

"On a Virtuous Man's Strategies for Self-cultivation." In the bedroom, President Ba read out the title of the book, "Susu, do you want to read this book too? Then I have to wait until I finish it."

"I don't want to read it." Su Xici put the book in his hand back under his pillow, "Why do you look at this kind of unnutritious thing?"

"Who said that you don't have to believe in success studies or chicken soup literature, but you must believe in this book!"

"Is this book... different from the previous two?" Su Xici was speechless, "If you have time to read this book, why don't you spend more time with the master."

"According to the content conveyed in the book, I know that this is a signal that you want me to accompany you." Nangong Ran confided, and took a bite in his arms, "I am now trying to get home from work an hour earlier every day. Don't be too busy at home. miss me."

Su Xici's face flushed, "Don't slander me, I'm also busy with work."

How can I think about him all the time during working hours.

Push people out of their minds for a few seconds at most.

"Have things been going well in the manor recently?" He asked casually.

"A maid, Huabei, do you remember her?" Su Xici stared at the expression on his face for a moment, "She was fired."

"You can handle the things in the manor yourself." Mr. Ba began to secretly untie the strap of his nightgown.

I don't know where Su Xici came from. As soon as the belt was loosened, he immediately turned to the other person, pushed the other person down on the bed, stretched out his long legs, and sat on his waist.

"Is there anything you want to tell me recently?"

"No." There is nothing there.

"Really?" Su Xi resigned and pressed his chest on his chest, a gleam of light flashed across the silver-rimmed glasses, and his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, "For example, secretly contacting some dangerous people and wanting to do some dangerous things."

For example, Dangerous Person No. [-] Su Xi resigned.

"Of course not." Nangong Ran obediently placed his hands beside him in a gesture of surrender.

"A man's mouth." Su Xici sneered.

This evening, his private jet received an unsolicited message from this person, saying that he wanted to meet tomorrow.

If this person doesn't want to make any moves in the near future, he will fall in love with him secretly at first sight.

"I wonder how Miss Tian Cheng is doing recently?"

"Her life is nourished. She doesn't care about the company and family affairs. Now that she is married, Situ Se supports her career even more. She can devote herself wholeheartedly to filming. Recently, she has signed five more films..."

The more he talked, the colder his scalp became, Nangong Ran raised his head to look at him belatedly.

Su Xici looked at him with a half-smile, "Master is such a busy person, he has to squeeze in time to see me after get off work, and he has a lot of time to see beauties."

"Susu, you misunderstood." Nangong Ran hurriedly sat up and threw him on the quilt, "She and I are meeting between friends, pure friendship."

Su Xici's legs were still wrapped around his waist, admiring his tense appearance at the moment, with his index finger bent, he rested his chin and raised his head, winking like silk, "Master, what should you do now to be able to How about resolving this misunderstanding in my heart?"

The legs hooked around the waist seemed to scratch the special acupuncture points on Nangong Ran's waist. Su Xici was lying on the messy bed, the bathrobe was wide open, and the black underwear was tightly wrapped around the bloody secret place. It spread to the chest, like the red flesh of a watermelon just cut in summer. The whole body has a sweet and fragrant smell. Just smelling the smell can make the index finger move. Seeing it quenches your thirst, and taking a bite makes your mouth thirstier.

Holding back his shyness, he looked straight at Nangong Ran.

"Didn't you read the book? As a virtuous man, what should you do when I misunderstand your relationship with others?" He hooked his chin and asked him.

Even if he was lying down, the look in his eyes did not show the weakness of a subordinate, but it could arouse the other party's stronger desire to conquer.

Nangong Ran's Adam's apple rolled up and down.

"Susu..." He looked at the person hoarsely, his eyes were like wolves and tigers, shining brightly.

"Huh?" He whispered softly.

"Don't rely on me to love you, you can do whatever you want."

Su Xici's face froze.

"Although it's really possible."

"You know, you've always been weird and handsome recently."

"Look at other women more, it's because I'm looking for your shadow in her."

"Why is my face so thick that I still can't cover my liking for you?"

"There are six kinds of spicy in the world, not spicy, slightly spicy, medium spicy, heavy spicy, abnormally spicy, and I miss you spicy."

Su Xi said: "..."

He pressed his glasses securely to his eyes and blinked, "Do you know what other eggs are there in the world besides eggs, duck eggs, and goose eggs?"

Nangong Ran thought carefully for two seconds, "I miss you all night long?"

"Get out!" Su Xici kicked him to the bedside, letting him fall asleep with the marketing book.

A good flirt is ruined by this person's ignorance.

-

Su Xici put on a suit, and left indifferently with his cuff buttons on while Nangong Ran hugged the quilt and looked at him eagerly.

The moment the door was closed, the grief value of the wealthy abandoned husband in the bedroom reached its peak, as if it was real.

Su Xici dropped the lock neatly, and returned to his greenhouse without looking back.

It was rare for him to try to take the initiative once, and he would lose all his face. Fortunately, he talked about earthy love, and almost embarrassed himself to the point of ascending to heaven.

He fell on his own bed and tossed and turned for two hours, unable to fall asleep.

The more I think about Nangong, the more energetic I become.

After thinking about it, he sat up from the bed, took the bucket and rag, and began to clean the house bit by bit.

The time he couldn't sleep was mostly passed by this.

Arrange the books and decorations on the bookshelf in a neat and orderly manner, and clean up the excess clutter.In fact, his material desires have always been few and refined, and he has no obsession with hoarding. There are very few things that can be thrown out as garbage. The whole house seems to be full of horizontal and vertical cold lines. No, it's as clean as a model home waiting for buyers to see, not a little bit of popularity.

what is this?

He took out a bag from the utility room, which exuded a strong smell of medicinal herbs.

I remembered that it was the tonic that Nan Gongyan brought back from Africa.

At that time, in order to stay in City B, this person wanted to ask him to speak well in front of Nangong Ran. He really respected him. At that time, he and Nangong Ran were arguing, and he was considering resigning. Where would he help him? Never mind, he casually put it in the corner of the utility room.

Taking the things downstairs to throw them away, he opened the bag all the way, thinking that the young master has been under a lot of work pressure recently, so it would be good to make him some tea to refresh himself.

Taking out the dried sea cucumber, a stronger smell hits my face.

This is……

He suddenly recalled that night, the smell was in the medicine he stole from the vicious female partner.

This taste has become the most important memory in this life.

At the beginning, Nangongyan said it was a tonic to relieve stress, and he had a sinister smile on his face, as if he was about to succeed;

Su Xici's face was tense, a little unhappy.

-

Nan Gongyan took advantage of Nangong Yao's stroke to fall ill, and on the grounds that he needed to take care of him in a nursing home, he postponed his return to Africa again and again, and lived a very carefree life in City B.

That day, he and Nan Gongtang had dinner outside, returned to his villa, made himself a pot of tea, and after just two sips, his heart began to palpitate, his whole body was sweating, and his limbs were limp and weak.

He looked panicked and was at a loss when a figure slowly walked in from outside the house.

Wearing a simple black and white suit and wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, he stood upright, admiring his struggle quietly.

"The young master is safe and sound."

"What are you doing! What did you do to me!" he accused angrily.

"It's okay, I'm just a little unhappy when I think of the taste of this medicine."

If he is unhappy, he wants to make others unhappy together.

"Are you happy now?" The toe of the shiny leather shoe raised his chin, Su Xici asked him lazily with lowered eyelids.

"Bastard, how could you not be killed by the bomb!"

Nan Gongyan breathed hot, and shouted angrily.

Su Xici frowned slightly and looked at him seriously.

"When? When you were in Shen Dan Middle School?"

Nan Gongyan's eyes were blurred, but he seemed to realize what he said, and hurriedly added: "Isn't it? At that time, the newspapers reported overwhelmingly, and Nangong Ran was blown up like that. How could you have nothing at all, obviously you went to open Truck door, you killed him!"

"The newspaper didn't say that I touched the door of the truck." Su Xi said coldly.

Except for Nangong Ran, no one in this world knew that he planned to open the door of the truck, but was stopped by Nangong Ran.

Except for those who secretly observe them, those who want their lives, the kidnappers' employers.

"It seems to be you." Su Xici laughed softly, "My young master and I even thought it was Nangong Minnan. Forget it, it doesn't matter, you are all in the same family, what is the difference between you and me?"

Nan Gongyan could no longer tell the difference between men and women, and hugged his leg, trying to pull him under him.

Su Xici kicked the person away in disgust, looked at the person on the ground who was hugging his stomach in pain, smiled lightly on his face with glasses, and said, "Tell me, I threw you into the fireplace until you were scorched. Do you want to eat it, or blow up your house and feel the buried despair and suffocation?"

Just as he was talking, the doorbell outside the villa rang.

The author says:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!