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Chapter 410

Miss Zhao?
Jiang Nanshu frowned.

They had been living in peace for three years, so why did Miss Zhao suddenly kill Xu Xingwan?
So obvious.

Jiang Nanshu subconsciously felt that it was not Miss Zhao.

But Xu Xi said that Bo Yan found it out.

So she made a call, and Xu Xi quickly answered: "Jiang Jiang, I'm here."

Jiang Nanshu went straight to the point: "Where did you get the news?"

Xu Xi chuckled: "Didn't you take notes at the police station last time? I was more worried about you, so I kept observing the progress of Xu Xingwan's matter. Then the latest news was told to me by the police, and Bo Yan also I know, I don’t know what he will do to Miss Zhao. No matter what, Miss Zhao is his wife and she is still pregnant with his child.”

Jiang Nanshu thought the same thing. Even if Bo Yan loved Xu Xingwan again, he would take a step back in the face of interests.

Xu Xi's voice sighed: "Oh, it's a pity that Wanwan is still so young."

"She said she wanted to be a host with me before, but she didn't even finish college."

Jiang Nanshu did not comment on this: "It is difficult to be free in your own choices in the face of absolute strength."

This may be caused by mismatched family backgrounds.

In front of Bo Yan, Xu Xingwan has always been the weak side.

She couldn't fight so she chose to give in. This was normal because it would be very tiring.

And Jiang Nanshu had been tortured at the hands of Zhou Yanbai for several years, but she did not choose to give up. She would die anyway, and she was afraid that if she gave in, she would feel sick in her heart.

Jiang Nanshu didn't want to talk about Xu Xing too late.

She almost wanted to laugh when Bo Yan blamed her.

Putting the matter behind him, Jiang Yisen sent her a message.

He asked Jiang Nanshu if Fang Minghe had a new commercial for her to shoot and if she would shoot it.

Jiang Nanshu thought for a while and agreed. It was true that her life was too boring and she had to find something to do for herself.

Jiang Yisen told her that she would not be short of remuneration.

Jiang Nanshu was not worried that Fang Minghe was short-changing her money. After all these years, Fang still used her advertisements and did not hire a new spokesperson.

Advertisements that haven’t changed in five years, it’s time to update them.

When Lu Qingyan came back from get off work in the afternoon, Jiang Nanshu told him about the matter.

Lu Qingyan looked at her with a smile: "You can go if you want. I'll make whatever you want to eat tonight."

Jiang Nanshu looked around in confusion: "Where is the servant at home? Why do you have to cook for me?"

Lu Qingyan put on her apron and said slowly: "I'm asking for leave. During this time, I will be the one cooking for you."

Jiang Nanshu didn't think much about it. After all, the food cooked by Lu Qingyan was no worse than the servant's. On the contrary, it tasted a bit more special.

Lu Qingyan fried all Jiang Nanshu's favorite food. Jiang Nanshu couldn't cook, so he helped Lu Qingyan wash the vegetables. The atmosphere in the kitchen suddenly became warm.

Lu Qingyan was making short crispy pork. He controlled the heat while talking to Jiang Nanshu: "Tomorrow we will go back to the old house for dinner. Grandpa and my parents will be there."

Jiang Nanshu raised his head: "Ah? Meeting your parents?"

Lu Qingyan glanced at her indifferently: "We have received the certificate, and the next step is to discuss the wedding. Don't worry about them, I just went to inform them."

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

"Your dad..."

"If you don't want to be exposed to his disease, we don't have to sit with him." Lu Qingyan replied.

Lu's father has AIDS. Although the disease is only transmitted through blood, sexual intercourse, and breast milk, other times there is no big problem in contact with AIDS patients.

But when most people hear that someone has this disease, they choose to avoid it and not have too much contact.

Jiang Nanshu shrugged: "I can do it, but I'm afraid that your family won't like me."

After all, Mother Lu was resolute and even came to make trouble two days ago.

Lu Qingyan looked at Jiang Nanshu and said with a smile: "As long as I like it, why should I care about others."

After softening his attitude towards Lu Qingyan, Jiang Nanshu felt that this was how to live his life.

The fuss made both parties alienated. Hearing Lu Qingyan's confession, Jiang Nanshu's face became hot: "Okay."

The two had a simple dinner.

Lu Qingyan put the bowl in the sink and washed it.

Jiang Nanshu was watching him eagerly from the door.

The rich man cooks and washes dishes. Anyway, this is Jiang Nanshu’s first time meeting him.

"Where did you learn to cook?" Jiang Nanshu asked leaning at the door.

Lu Qingyan didn't even raise his head: "Do you still need to learn this? You can learn it after reading it twice."

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

Some things really are just gifts.

And Lu Qingyan has this kind of talent.

He's great at everything he does.

But Jiang Nanshu knew nothing about this.

She touched her nose and said, "You go ahead and wash it. I'm going to take a shower."

"Yeah." He responded lightly.

Half an hour later, Lu Qingyan returned to the room.

Jiang Nanshu was looking at the date on her phone. It had been almost a month since she woke up, and her aunt had not come even once.

She only remembered that the date she came to see her aunt was the 25th. Now it was almost May and her aunt was three days late.

Lu Qingyan glanced at her and said nothing.

After going to the bathroom to take a shower, Jiang Nanshu's brows were still furrowed.

He wiped his hair and asked, "What's wrong? Did you encounter any problems?"

Jiang Nanshu glanced at him. At this moment, he was wrapping his lower body with a bath towel. The water on his hair flowed down his neck to his strong chest, submerging under the obvious mermaid line of the base.

Jiang Nanshu quickly looked away, hesitated, and asked a little embarrassedly: "Lu Qingyan, have I had any visits from my aunt during the five years I have been in a vegetative state?"

Lu Qingyan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Come, as long as women are still in the childbearing stage, they will come."

"Is the date on time?"

Lu Qingyan wiped his hair half dry and sat next to Jiang Nanshu: "Sometimes you are on time, sometimes you are late. Why do you ask?"

"I...I think my aunt is late."

Lu Qingyan thought it was something, and rubbed Jiang Nanshu's hair in a funny way: "Don't worry so much, we will take measures every time."

"You didn't... last time."

Lu Qingyan raised his eyebrows: "It's only been more than a week since the last time. How could it be possible? Don't scare yourself."

Lu Qingyan took out an ultra-thin one from the bedside table and tore it open: "Let's try again."

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

"There were many times yesterday, today is the day off."

Lu Qingyan hugged her, his hot breath sprayed on Jiang Nanshu's neck, his voice was a little hoarse: "I feel too uncomfortable, please help me."

Jiang Nanshu pushed his chest: "No, I'm very tired."

Lu Qingyan kissed her: "Just once."

Jiang Nanshu: "..."

It feels like a chicken talking to a duck.

In the end, she also fell into this swamp, and Jiang Nanshu didn't rest until midnight.

The next morning, she was picked up by Lu Qingyan and asked to take her to her old house.

(End of this chapter)