Di Shao, your sweet wife is online

Chapter 511
Ning Bufu entered the private room and found a place to sit down, it was very quiet and not easy to get close to.

The atmosphere in the private room is very lively, and Ning Bufu's location is far away from Nan Qingshen.

From her position to Nan Qingshen's position, there were three boys and five girls in between.

He was talking and playing games with the five girls, looking lively.

"Ah, Young Master Nan, you lost. Do you choose to tell the truth or take a big risk?"

A very sweet voice sounded, Ning Bufu took a look, it was Tian Jiaojiao, a classmate in the class.

She remembered that this Tian Jiaojiao had a deep affection for Nan, but she remembered her deeply.

In an instant, Ning Bufu was relieved. Now, she has a deep love with Nan and has nothing to do with it.

So, what does he do with other girls, and what does it have to do with her.

He lowered his head and smiled bitterly, took the glass and poured the wine, and drank silently while listening to others singing.

The moment Tian Jiaojiao's voice sounded, Nan's affectionate peripheral vision subconsciously looked at Ning Bufu.

But she was leaning on the sofa with a wine glass in her hand, looking at the monitor Xu Haoran who was singing.

Unbuttoning the suit and holding up the wine glass, Nan Qingshen said, "The truth."

Hearing this, Tian Jiaojiao smiled, and glanced at Ning Bufu's position, her voice was very sweet.

"Nan Shao, this is your choice. No matter what I ask next, you have to answer honestly." Afraid that Nan Qing would not tell the truth, Tian Jiaojiao urged the girl next to her.

"You said, right? Do you really want to hear the truth from Nan Shao?"

She has good contacts in the class, and when she made a sound, she immediately attracted the support of several other girls.

"That's right, Young Master Nan, if you choose to tell the truth, you must tell the truth."

After drinking the wine in the cup, Nan Qingshen's eyes were unclear, "Come, ask."

It was rare to see Nan Qingshen being so talkative, Tian Jiaojiao and the other girls were really excited.

"Nan Shao, may I ask why you broke up with your ex?"

The word "predecessor" is extremely pronounced, and its meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Everyone knows that Ning Bufu had a deep love for Nan at the beginning, which is well known.

When everyone thought that the two of them would become a couple.

Inexplicably, there is no follow-up.

One disappeared for a year, and the other became a professional woman.

After pouring the wine, Nan Qingshen replied to this question: "I don't have a girlfriend."

The implication is that he has never been in love.This news can be described as explosive.

Covering her lips with both hands, Tian Jiaojiao was very surprised, "Impossible, I thought..."

Before the words were finished, the people present did not understand anything.

After asking the questions, the game continued. Nan Qingshen was really unlucky, so it was transferred to him again.

"The truth." Once, without hesitation, I chose the truth.

"May I ask Nan Shao, between you and Ning Bufu, have you ever liked her?"

Tian Jiaojiao's question was tricky, especially on this occasion.

Everyone held their voices and held their breath, for fear that Nan Qingshen would be furious here.

He just smiled and said in a refined voice, "I never liked it."

In Ning Bufu's ears, she didn't know whether to laugh or be sad.

The game continued again, Nan Qingshen's luck was really ugly.

After drinking the wine in the glass, Ning Bufu got up, left the private room, and went to the bathroom.

After washing his hands, looking at himself in the mirror, he smiled wryly and took out the cigarette and lighter.

"When did you learn to smoke? Don't you hate smoking the most?"

The voice is elegant, and the people who come here are polite, gentle and elegant, with a scholarly atmosphere.

Looking up, looking at the person coming, Ning Bu handed out a cigarette: "Why, do you want one?"

　This is the first time I write an article, and it is the first time I write a side story. There are many shortcomings, please be more tolerant, and I will work hard to improve.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)