Chapter 130: Miss, he vomited blood again.
He Yuepan stared and shouted: "Not here? Is she still in the mood to buy Spring Festival couplets?"
He Yuepan felt a little unhappy. She shouldn't still be in the mood to go shopping. She should be crying at home and throwing things.
Aunt Liu looked at He Yuepan, her brows furrowed slightly, and there was a hint of wariness in her eyes. Is this person really Nanjia’s friend? What did she say? Is this what a friend would say?
Friends usually tease each other and belittle each other, which is a good relationship, but when Nanjia lost, there was something wrong with her tone.
But Aunt Liu couldn't just kick He Yuepan out. She said politely: "Miss Nan, you may not be back until very late. How about you come tomorrow?"
He Yuepan raised his eyelids slightly: " It’s okay, I’ll just wait for her here, I have nothing to do anyway.”
Aunt Liu smiled awkwardly at He Yuepan, feeling a little anxious.
Nan Jia and Nan Sui walked back with a pile of things in their arms
When they opened the door, they saw He Yuepan on the sofa.
He Yuepan stood up and smiled at Nan Jia.
Nan Sui put the things in his hands on the ground and saw He Yuepan, he asked: "Daughter, is this your friend?"
Nan Jia moved her wrist: "No , looking for trouble.”
Nan Sui’s mood immediately changed from gentle to sharp.
He Yuepan looked at Nanjia with a smile: "Nanjia, how can you say that? I came to see you. I should be the first person to care about you, right? You should be right I’m friendly.”
Nanjia walked towards He Yuepan step by step. She really felt that He Yuepan was a fool: "He Yuepan, do you have any brains? Are you coming to our house to provoke me? Aren't you afraid that I will beat you to death?"< br>
He Yuepan was so busy looking at Nan Jia's ugly appearance that she didn't think much about it at all.
In other words, she felt that Nanjia, who was down and out, did not dare to do anything to her.
He Yuepan's eyes were filled with disdain: "Nan Jia, you dare to hit me now? Our He family can send you to prison. Do you think you are still the same Nan Jia? Do you dare to touch me? I'll give it a try."
He Yuepan's face was as if he was waiting for Nanjia to hit her.
Just give it a try. Nan Jia stepped forward and slapped He Yuepan directly.
He Yuepan looked at Nanjia with wide eyes and disbelief: "You...you dare to hit me? Nanjia, who are you? Do you dare to hit me?"
Nanjia's hands He put his hands on his hips and looked arrogant: "Don't you let me try? I tried, and then choked? What can you do to me?"
He Yue Pan pointed her finger at Nan Jia and said viciously: "Nan Jia, just wait for me, I will kill you."
Nan Jia deliberately threatened: "He Yue Pan, I will let you go Are you ready? Are you ready to kill me? I must eliminate the trouble forever."
Because of Nan Jia's neat slap just now, He Yuepan somewhat believed that Nan Jia would do such a thing. It is said that those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. Nanjia is living in poverty now. What if she can really do such a thing?
A trace of fear flashed across He Yuepan's expression, and she took a few steps back: "Nan Jia, murder is illegal, you..."
Nan Jia approached He Yuepan step by step, her voice Gaoyou was a little frightened: "Didn't you say that your He family could send me to Prison? Sooner or later, why don’t I take you away first?” Nan Jia grinned: “Aunt Liu, go to the kitchen and get the fish-killing knife.”
"Okay" Aunt Liu turned and walked towards the kitchen
He Yuepan was frightened with this attitude. Nan Jia didn't really want to kill herself, right?
He Yuepan slowly stepped back, was pressed against his calf by the sofa, and fell to sit on the sofa.
Aunt Liu moved quickly. She handed the knife to Nanjia.
Nan Jia approached He Yuepan with a knife: "This knife is very fast, don't worry it won't hurt."
"Bang Dang" He Yuepan knelt directly on the ground, she was horrified Looking at Nan Jia, he was so frightened that his body couldn't help but tremble: "I...I was wrong, I was really wrong, what I just said was a lie. I couldn't I will force you to go to jail. I am a transparent person in our family. I...I don’t have that much power. I know I was wrong. Please let me go. I will never dare to do it again. I really don’t dare anymore. I beg you to let me go. I will walk around you when I see you next time. I promise!”
Nanjia sharpened the blade on her own coffee table and made a fearful voice: "Oh? Then how do I know if you will change after you leave? What if you turn around and give me a knife? Why don't you tell me a secret of yours? , so I feel at ease.”
He Yuepan’s face was ugly, and she was tormented in her heart, wondering whether she should tell Nanjia about her embarrassment. Nan Jia's broadsword glowed under the light, and He Yuepan thought for a while to tell Nan Jia his story.
“I had a relationship with my tutor who has a family.”
Nan Jia blinked her eyes. She also didn’t expect He Yuepan to do this. Such an outrageous thing.
"Send me the photo".
Leave evidence for everything, otherwise what can you threaten her with in the future?
"You..."
Nan Jia approached He Yuepan with the knife. He Yuepan took a deep breath, took out his mobile phone and sent the photos he saved to Nan Jia.
He Yuepan stared at Nanjia angrily: "Can I go?"
"Yeah"
He Yuepan picked up her bag and hurriedly ran out of Nan's house.
Nan Jia handed her knife to Aunt Liu. She sat on the sofa and complained: "I thought He Yuepan was so brave, but it turned out like this?"
Nan Sui Shouted: "Okay, don't wait for me, hurry up and post the Spring Festival couplets with me."
"Here it comes"
When Mo Yan came back, he also knew about Nan Jia's feat. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his deep pupils glowed with a faint light.
It seems that my progress is going to speed up. Some people have come to the house to bully Nanjia.
Secretly, I don’t know how many people are belittling Nanjia.
"Nan Nan, give me your phone." Mo Yan knew that Nan Jia did not have the habit of deleting chat history. He wanted to see who was insulting Nan Jia. He would not make it easy for them. .
Nan Jia didn’t even ask what Mo Yan was doing, so he handed the phone to Mo Yan and said, “Here it is.”
Mo Yan held the phone and looked at the lock screen. He entered his birthday with confidence. The result shows failure.
Mo Yan was stunned for a moment. Isn’t it his birthday?
Is that Nanjia’s birthday? He entered Nanjia's birthday, but it still wasn't right.
Mo Yan suddenly wondered if Nan Jia had recorded his birthday wrongly, and he asked: "Nan Jia, what is my birthday?"
As Qiu Sheng Sheng reminded, Nan Jia Jia answered smoothly.
She remembered it correctly, so why was it wrong?
Mo Yan frowned: "Nanjia, what is the screen password?"
"546248"
Mo Yan was a little confused: "Huh? Why this?" What does this string of numbers mean?”
“The numbers corresponding to the pinyin of gold bars”
Mo Yan: ...
Her obsession with gold bars is really deep.
Mo Yan opened her WeChat and took the lead in clicking into the message interface between Nan Jia and He Yuepan.
As a result, a high-definition, uncensored, naked photo was displayed in front of Mo Yan.
Lock screen password?
Mo Yan vowed that it must be his birthday!
Gold Bar: What are you thinking about? I!
(End of this chapter)