Chapter 125: Miss, he vomited blood again.
Huh? What kind of underworld problem is this?
Nan Jia looked at the loving couple on the side with some resentment in her eyes. What is this girl so prepared for?
Mo Yan repeated: "Why? I have nothing?"
Nan Jia lowered his head and blinked hard, trying to squeeze out a few tears on the spot.
Mo Yan cupped his fists and stared at her quietly: "Stop squeezing."
Being caught, Nanjia had to raise his face: "Hey, seeing you is a happy thing, why should I cry."
It happened to be the boy next door That's what she said, and then the girl patted the boy's chest and said, "Crying with joy, don't you know?"
Nan Jia quietly turned her face and glanced at Mo Yan.
As expected, Mo Yan looked gloomy, waiting for Nan Jia to explain.
Nan Jia forcefully dragged Mo Yan forward, taking Mo Yan away from this place of right and wrong.
The province was stimulated again for a while.
"People's personalities are different. I don't like to cry. Have you ever seen me cry? Unless I meet..."
Nan Jia suddenly paused as he spoke. , because she thought of the previous plane.
Mo Yan asked: "Unless what?"
Nan Jia glared at Mo Yan fiercely, and Mo Yan was a little confused by the glare.
Isn’t it you who is angry? Why does it feel like she is angry now?
"Nan Jia, you're not pretending to be angry just to avoid coaxing me, right?"
Nan Jia slapped Mo Yan angrily.
Mo Yan is no longer embarrassing Nanjia, but he just made a request: "Next time, come and pick me up, and I want flowers too. I have to have what others have."
"I know."
"I went abroad for treatment this time, and the effect seems to be good. I haven't seen you coughing since then. But your face is still a little pale."
Mo Yan nodded in agreement. Said: "Well, it has some effect."
"It's good if it works."
Nan Jia and Mo Yan had a bite outside and then went home.
The lights in the bar went off, and Mo Yuan held up his wine glass absentmindedly.
The people on the side asked: "Young Master Mo, what's going on? Why do you feel that you are not in your best condition?"
Han Suirui smiled and joked: "Why can he? Young Master Mo likes you It’s a girl.”
He Yuepan’s ears perked up when he heard this, and he listened very carefully. Mo Yuan can play with it, but he can't be sincere. She still wants to marry him.
"Who is it? So ignorant? Still avoiding you?"
Mo Yuan drank the wine in one gulp, then smashed the cup on the coffee table: "Nanjia."
“Nan Jia?”
Everyone present was a little surprised. When did Mo Yuan contact Nan Jia? How could he fall in love with Nanjia?
"Yeah"
He Yuepan looked at Mo Yuan with a serious expression, and she felt a little panicked in her heart. Nan Jia's family background was not much different from her own. If Mo Yuan really liked her, they The possibility of marriage between the two is very high, so what should I do? no!
He Yuepan thought of the rumors about He Sheng's school, her pupils shrank, and she had a solution.
"Mo Yuan likes Nan Jia? But Nan Jia should have a boyfriend, right?"
Mo Yuan immediately turned to look at He Yuepan: "Huh?"
He Yuepan quietly straightened her body, and even slumped her shoulders at a right angle to show her graceful figure: "Yes, my brother He Sheng and Nan Jia go to the same school. It has spread throughout their school that Nan Jia and Mo Yan, the adopted son of the Nan family, are together, and she is especially protective of him."
Mo Yuan frowned and his eyelids wrinkled. Liangjiao: "Impossible, how could she be with an adopted son?" Mo Yuan didn't believe it. He could believe that Nan Jia was just not attracted to him for the time being. But he couldn't accept that Nanjia looked down on him and chose someone else.
He Yuepan said innocently: "Why did I lie to you?"
Mo Yuan's eyes stared at He Yuepan fiercely, and the atmosphere became a little solid.
Han Suirui hurriedly smoothed things over: "Oh, this is not easy to deal with? Who has Nanjia's contact information? Can't we just call her and ask her in person?"
Suddenly the box became quiet. No one answered.
Han Suirui shouted in surprise: "None of them?"
Is Nanjia's social circle so narrow?
A handsome boy said weakly: "I do, but I shouldn't be able to call her out."
Wu Qingcheng accidentally added Nanjia's contact information, but they had no friendship.
Mo Yuan pondered for a while, and he suddenly thought of Nan Jia's performance at the antique exhibition: "You said you have a treasure in your hand that needs her to appraise, and in return you will give her a gold bar."< br>
"Okay"
Nan Jia was rummaging through Mo Yan's suitcase in his room, looking for him to buy chocolates for herself.
Nan Jia sat cross-legged on Mo Yan's bed, chewing chocolate, and watched Mo Yan pack his luggage. This boring action made Nan Jia sleepy.
Nan Jia's eyelids were sore. She blinked hard and put the chocolate away: "No, I have to go to bed. You can clean up yourself."
Mo Yan looked at his watch and it was already ten years old. It's one o'clock, it's really late: "Well. Go to bed."
Nanjia walked out with the chocolate and mobile phone
Suddenly Nanjia’s mobile phone rang.
"Hello?"
On the other side of the phone was a crisp boy: "Sister Nan, hello, I am Wu Qingcheng. I have a calligraphy and painting in my hand now. I heard that you are very good at appraising the baby. Awesome, I want you to take a look at it for me."< br>
Nanjia was about to refuse when he was tempted by his next words: "I also know that it is quite late now, but the matter is urgent. If you can help me identify it now, I will give you a gold bar. In return.”
Nanjia's eyelids were no longer heavy, and she instantly became energetic.
Just take a look and exchange it for a gold bar?
This business is a good deal! Can.
"Okay, send me your address and I'll go there now."
"Thank you"
Nanjia hung up the phone, feeling refreshed and the initial sleepiness was gone.
Compared with Bi Nanjia's joy, Mo Yan's eyes were half-closed, and the mood in his eyes was gloomy. If he heard correctly, it was a man on the phone, right?
He called Nanjia out so late? Can he make Nan Jia's eyes flutter with just one phone call?
Mo Yan could no longer suppress the violence in his heart. He tightened his fingers and creased his clothes.
Nan Jiadao: "I'll go out first. You can rest early and don't worry about me."
Mo Yan stood up and stood in front of Nan Jia. He stared into Nan Jia's eyes and said in a low voice, "You don't need me to take care of you? Then Nan Jia, who do you want to take care of you?"
This look and tone Everything is wrong.
Nanjia immediately said: "Well...who else could it be besides you?"
"Who is that man? Do you want to go out with him so late?"
The two men were bitten extremely hard by Mo Yan!
"I don't know him either. He said his name was Wu Qingcheng and asked me to help him identify calligraphy and paintings. In return, he would give me a gold bar."
Nanjia's expression was very vivid when talking about the gold bar
< br>Mo Yan frowned even more: "You don't even know anyone, how dare you follow him?" Get out? Nanjia, why are you so smart? It sounds like a lie to give you a gold bar. "
"What the hell, let's go and see if it's true. "
Mo Yan shouted with cold eyes: "Nanjia!"
(End of this chapter)