Professor Wen's little Jiaojiao is sweet and soaring

Chapter 227 Good Night Pinyin

The two recordings sounded at the same time, stunned the other three.

"This……"

The three looked at Jiang Ning together, their eyes full of surprise.

Yuan He asked quietly, "Little Aning, did you know that a recording pen was placed in your home?"

"I know" Jiang Ning replied.

Qu Musi, Lu Yixiao: Gan!

However, compared to Qu Musi's shyness, Lu Yixiao is extremely calm. Anyway, no one in the entertainment industry knows that she is a scumbag.

No fear at all, okay?

Jiang Ning glanced at Lu Yixiao, and casually said, "I sent it to Lu Yixun."

Lu Yixiao obviously froze, and quickly returned to her indifferent appearance.

Still immersed in the words of the recording, Qu Musi finally realized, so Jiang Yilin likes her, right?
After a while, Qu Musi's brain circuit went astray again, and he asked a question that had nothing to do with what was in his mind.

"Sister Jiang, how did you get the recording?"

In this regard, Jiang Ning deeply concealed his merits and fame, and smiled slightly, "The era of big data."

Three people: Okay, they are sure, Jiang Ning is a technical leader.

The night was dark, and the three of them resolutely slept in Jiang Ning's house despite Jiang Ning's refusal.

The little orange light was on, and the three of them forcibly dragged Jiang Ning to lie on the big bed, saying that they were good sisters and wanted to stay together overnight.

In fact, in the end, Jiang Ning was left without sleep, and the others saw Jiang Gong in their dreams.

Looking at the three people in different sleeping positions around him, Jiang Ning pursed his lips and turned the brightness to the minimum.

In the WeChat box.

Half a month ago, Jiang Ning changed the note from Mr. Wen to Wen Jin.

Wen Jin: I will meet you at the teahouse tomorrow. I will wait for you.

Miss Jiang: Good.

Wen Jin: How did you play today?
Miss Jiang: Very interesting.

Wen Jin, who was at home, smiled unconsciously. He hoped that Jiang Ning would not only have love in his life, but also friendship and family affection.

Glancing at the time, Wen Jin sent a good night.

Jiang Ning suddenly thought of a statement that he accidentally saw when searching for a person on the Internet.

The pinyin of good night is wanan.

Taking the initials as the name actually has another meaning, I love you.

Jiang Ning paused, and only replied one word, Ann.

Turning off the phone, Jiang Ning stopped thinking about it.

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Meet the teahouse.

"Mr. Wen, I wonder if you have heard of Nanfeng Loft?"

After listening to what Wen Jin told her, Jiang Ning put down his teacup and looked up.

South Wind Attic...

Wen Jin is famous, "I've heard of some."

"How many?"

"I heard that the Nanfeng Loft is famous for its seven powers. As long as they make a move, none of them end in failure."

Jiang Ning looked at the bead curtains swaying in the wind, "I am one of them, Chang Yue."

Looking at Wen Jin again, Jiang Ning talked about the past for the first time, "The Nanfeng Loft was founded by my grandmother, and it became an underground organization that has spread all over the country without a name."

If Wen Jin didn't understand what Jiang Ning meant at the beginning, then Wen Jin understood now.

No wonder the temperament of the only daughter of the Sun family changed drastically, so it was.

The head of the Sun family is Grandma Jiang Ning's nephew, that is, her natal family.

According to Jiang Ning's description, Wen Jin could feel that Jiang Ning had feelings for her grandma, so it was naturally impossible to watch Miss Sun's family degenerate.

It's just that Wen Jin still wants to know a question, "Miss Jiang, can I ask, where is your grandma?"

In fact, Jiang Ning didn't say anything, Wen Jin also knew the general answer.

The next moment, Jiang Ning confirmed it.

"She left, a year ago." When Jiang Ning talked about her grandma, her tone was very light.

It's just that Wen Jin knew that this was Jiang Ning's regret.

Wen Jin already knew the whole process of the Yuexi Pavilion incident a year ago, he just wanted to hear Jiang Ning tell it himself.

But now, Wen Jin felt that no amount of questions could be asked.

(End of this chapter)