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Chapter 1898 Sweet Marriage Chapter 459 Entertaining guests at home in the middle of the night?
The two elders of the Nan family have already fallen asleep, only Nan Muqing is still sitting on the sofa in the living room, he seems to be in a bad mood, there is a strong gloomy aura between his brows, but when he sees them, he still draws out a touch of habit A frivolous smile: "Are you back?"

Sometimes Hao Xiaoman can't understand him. Even though the elders of Nan's family are not in the living room, he still has to habitually pretend to be himself. The appearance of hiding a knife in his smile makes people feel really uncomfortable.

Nan Mubai was in a worse mood than him, so he didn't even pay attention to him, and went straight upstairs.

Hao Xiaoman did not reject this elder brother, and smiled slightly when he heard the words: "I'm back, it's so late, don't you want to rest?"

As she spoke, she glanced at the steaming cup of coffee in front of him.

Didn't you mean insomnia?Do you still drink coffee in the evening?Is this an attempt to fight poison with fire?

Nan Muqing adjusted her sitting posture, leaned lazily on the armrest of the sofa, and smiled lazily: "Well, there will be guests coming soon."

Entertaining guests at home late at night?
But it was his business to entertain guests, so she didn't want to ask too many questions, so she nodded and went upstairs.

"I know a very famous painter in the United States..." Before taking two steps, Nan Muqing spoke again.

There were only the two of them in the living room, and he was talking, Hao Xiaoman couldn't be like Nan Mubai and went upstairs without listening, it would be too unfavorable.

I had no choice but to stop the pace of going upstairs, stopped and politely waited for him to finish speaking.

Nan Muqing casually picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, and continued to say in a calm manner: "It seems that Fanxing lost a painting some time ago, because there is no photo, so I can only rely on the description to reproduce the painting. It just so happened that my friend airlifted the painting to me, and originally wanted to send someone to send it to Fanxing, but he said that he is nearby, and he will come to pick it up in person later..."

After a pause, he raised his eyes, with a misty smile covering his handsome brows and eyes: "Would you like to take a look together?"

Hao Xiaoman was silent for a few seconds, forced a smile, and shook his head: "No, it's getting late, I have to rest, good night, big brother."

"In this case, would you like to prepare a fruit platter for me first?"

The man smiled leisurely, polite and polite: "The maids are all off work, and I, a man, can't cut fruit. When guests come, it would be a little rude not to serve some fruit snacks, don't you think?"

Hao Xiaoman bit his lip, remained silent for a moment, and then reluctantly nodded in agreement.

……

Turning around and entering the kitchen, while cleaning the fruit, a figure with a cold breath appeared at the door.

She didn't need to look up to know how ugly his face was at the moment, and before he opened his mouth to question, she obediently explained: "Bei Fanxing wants to come over to pick up some paintings, and my elder brother wants me to help cut some fruit. I can't just refuse and say I won't do it." Bar?"

Nan Mubai put his arms around his chest, squinted his eyes and looked at her coldly: "Does this mean that there is no silver 300 taels here?"

He didn't say anything yet, she was already guilty and started to make excuses.

Hao Xiaoman looked up at him helplessly: "If you're worried, you can come with me too. We'll go back after cutting the fruit. You can do whatever you want, right?"

The man's thin lips traced a cool arc, and when he opened his mouth, he refused coldly: "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in you tonight!"

(End of this chapter)