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no longer pursue...

Song Xiaozhi sneered, it was true what Lu Qianning said, Nangong would never punish Lu Qianning, and she would not be punished, so she, Song Xiaozhi, was given the title of just enough.

Zhizhi never thinks that she is narrow-minded, and she doesn't like to be stalked and entangled in one thing, but Nangong Jue's attitude really made her feel blocked in her heart, and when the block was deep, she felt astringent.

He asked her to come here, and she came.

Then just for a woman surnamed Lu to warn me, threaten me, and hurt her by the way?

It's ridiculous.

Throwing her hand away, Miss Song pursed her lips and walked out quickly with a thin face of anger——

Nangong Jue looked at her stubborn back, but did not stop her.

It's true that he likes to spoil her, but it doesn't mean that he can let her be arrogant and indulgent, and hurt others indiscriminately!

Thinking of this, he walked out of the living room with big strides, and told Lu's family, "Prepare two helicopters and go back to City Z."

"Yes, young master."

Everyone heard the words and hurried to prepare the machine.

Zhizhi pursed her lips, really angry——

Is this drawing a line with her, or is it showing that the CEO is unhappy?

She is not lost, losing this thing is shit.

Two planes, pretty good.

You walk your Yangguan Road, I cross my single-plank bridge.

It's best not to meet again in the future!

Thinking of this, Song Xiaozhi strode out without looking back.

Nangong Jue's expression was very familiar. Seeing her stubbornly walk into the helicopter prepared for the subordinates of Nangong's family, anger inevitably accumulated in his chest. He stood there for a while, but resisted the urge to hug her back, with a sullen face. Say goodbye to Master Lu in a hurry, step on another plane, and leave——

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Lu Wei sat on the sofa and waited for a few minutes. Lu Qianning came up from the back room and sat beside Lu Wei, "Grandpa, Qianning was beaten by that woman."

Lu Wei chuckled, "Good granddaughter, it doesn't matter if you get beaten, as long as you get results."

"Grandpa, but I am very unwilling..."

"Don't do things too hastily," Lu Wei patted his granddaughter's head, "Take your time, don't let the person you hate die too quickly, otherwise, the hatred will not be resolved."

Lu Qianning endured the pain, stroked her swollen cheeks and smiled, "Don't worry, Grandpa, I understand."

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The helicopters arrived at the Nangong Villa in Z City one after the other. Zhizhi went straight to the research room as soon as he got off the plane, without even looking at Nangong Jue, he walked straight forward with his lips pursed.

Nangong Jue watched Zhizhi pass by him with a dark face, stood still for a while, but still couldn't help but took big strides to follow.

Zhizhi was walking forward when her arm was suddenly grabbed by someone, and then she jumped into the air and was hugged by someone around the waist. She didn't need to guess, she also knew who was hugging her.

She quickly took out a sharp small blade with her right hand, and cut it towards Nangong Jue's chest——

There was a hiss, the sound of fabric being ripped.

The black coat and white shirt were cut to pieces by sharp blades, and the smell of blood spread in Zhizhi's nostrils. When she looked up, she was inevitably surprised.

She had dodged all the ruthless attacks she had made on him, how could this blade hurt him, she just wanted to escape from his embrace while he was dodging.

But he didn't dodge, his clothes were torn, and a long bloodstain was drawn on his chest.

She pursed her lips, threw the blood-stained blade to the ground, and whispered coldly: "Put me down."

"I know you are wronged and unhappy." Nangong Jue held her still and looked down at her, "It is wrong for the Lu family to conceal the news, but Miss Song, you have to think about what you did to Miss Lu just now. What."

Zhizhi raised her head, "At the end of the day, you still feel sorry for me for slapping Miss Lu, don't you?"

Nangong Jue frowned at her, "The matter of the Lu family is over, don't make trouble anymore."

What happened to her?

Knowing that she was hurt in a blink of an eye, enduring the grievances flooding her heart, she bit her lip, the thin lip was under her own teeth, and the bite hurt.

What he meant was that he no longer pursued the Lu family's affairs, but she was still clenching her, being mean and tricky and beating others, right?

"It turns out that I was the one who made the fuss all along," Zhizhi laughed silently, and said in a low voice, "I'm making a fuss."

From the beginning to the end, this incident was just because Nangong's family was not notified, and Nangong never got the news to come to the rescue. He was not angry and did not pursue it. Why is she depressed——

When she was in Venice, she was angry with him because she regarded him as important to Nangong Jue. When she was injured, when she was in danger, and when she was about to die, all she thought of was Nangong Jue.

Now, she is also angry, angry about why she takes Nangong Jue so seriously.

There is no need at all!

Zhizhi didn't struggle anymore, Nangongjue carried him into the room, put her on the sofa, and sat beside her——

He looked at her, and saw that her eyes were getting colder and weaker, and finally, as if they were empty, they turned into ignorance that was more uncomfortable than cold words.

He sat beside her, and she was invisible.

Nangong Jue's heart was suddenly pierced by something, and the pain was severe.

"Miss Song..." He called her name, but couldn't say anything.

He really owed the Lu family too much, and he forgave them this time. Even though the Lu family had hurt the people in his heart, he still chose to forgive.

This is a necessary habit, a necessary apology.

But for her, my apology will not be less.

Nangong Jue understood what she was upset about and what he had done. He really felt sorry for her a lot in his heart, but facing her extremely cold face, all the words piled up in his chest, but he couldn't make a sound, only silence.

He is used to ordering, commanding, deploying...

But I don't know how to express it, how to treat an angry woman.

I don't know how long it took...

The two just sat like that, no one spoke, no one moved, as stubborn as if they vowed to sit until the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten.

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