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Chapter 831 Don’t Think About It (2)

Ying Muyao admired her red face, rubbed his dry palm on her face, and said, "I have nothing to do with Rong Zhiyi, this time I'm in charge of the cooperation project, and the Rong family is also involved, and Rong Zhiyi is the heir of the Rong family." , her parents also want her to accumulate experience here, Nanqiao, don't be jealous."

"..."

"If you think these words can't convince you, then think again, if it's possible for me to have a relationship with her, what's the matter with you? Right?"

"..."

"I didn't notice it just now. I will keep a distance from her in the future."

"..."

"So..." He lifted Nanqiao's chin and stared straight at her, "Don't think about it, okay?"

Nanqiao quickly raised his eyes to look at him, then immediately lowered his eyelids, and said stiffly, "Where am I thinking?"

Ying Muyao's phoenix eyes narrowed, instead of mocking her, he patted her on the head, "Well, if you say you're not thinking about it, you're not thinking about it."

South Bridge: "..."

Song Yang, what you say is a fart!
Ying Muyao took her by the hand and walked to the reception area on the side. On the way, he bent down to pick up the thermos bottle that had been thrown on the ground and no one cared for it for a long time.

Pushing Nanqiao to sit on the sofa, Ying Muyao raised his eyebrows, opened the thermos, and asked, "What soup?"

After asking, the lid was opened, and the mist came out, carrying the rich smell of soup.

"Mullet fish soup?" Ying Muyao looked at her.

Nanqiao nodded, "You're not very busy recently, and you often stay up late. My mother said this is more appropriate."

"Your mother?" Ying Muyao's eyes became teasing.

Nanqiao blushed a little, and said calmly: "I'm not very good at it, so I asked my mother."

"This soup is also made by auntie, right?" Ying Muyao squinted his eyes and asked, mist floated on his face, hazy and seductive.

But his question made Nanqiao a little angry, "I did it myself, my mother can't do it right next to me, there are so many things to talk about."

Ying Muyao sucked his cheeks, looked at Nanqiao with deep eyes, and curled his thin lips, "I will definitely drink it all up."

The corners of Nanqiao's lips could not help showing a slight curvature.

……

Ying Muyao originally wanted to go back tonight, but Nanqiao came. After thinking about it, he decided to finish it as soon as possible, and then he would have time to accompany her, so he asked Zhong Yi to send her down.

Before leaving, Nanqiao looked back at him and said softly, "Ying Muyao, I will come to see you tomorrow."

Is he busy?It doesn't matter, then she will come to him, the same.Give him something to eat and help him take care of his body.

Ying Muyao said in a low voice, "Okay."

Taking a taxi back to the old town, Nanqiao paid the money and got out of the car. She walked through the snack street in front of her, thought for a while, and took out her mobile phone to send a message to Ying Muyao.

【Go to bed early and pay attention to your body. Tell me what you want to eat recently, and I will make it for you】

Nanqiao, who was all focused on her mobile phone, didn't notice that a black shadow behind her was approaching her.

After editing WeChat, Nanqiao just pressed the send button when his mouth and nose were suddenly covered with a handkerchief.

"Well--"

Nanqiao struggled reflexively, and the phone fell to the ground with a thud. Her eyes were full of panic, and she subconsciously stretched her hands behind her to grab the face of the person behind her, but she could only reach his neck.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The man stood still, covering her mouth and nose tightly, looking indifferently at the end of the snack street.

Nanqiao's movements became more and more sluggish, and after a while, he became limp and unconscious.

The phone screen on the ground suddenly lit up.

A woman came out of an alley and bent down to pick it up.

A message appeared on the screen: [I want to eat you, what can I do]

Remarks - big satyr.

The corners of the woman's lips curled up in a cold arc, she threw the phone on the ground again, and stepped on her high-heeled shoes fiercely.

The screen shattered and it was pitch black, and she threw it into the trash can.

(End of this chapter)