Chapter 9 Are we from Penghao?
Zhang Nan read the contract and was shocked: "Holy crap, I have made a wish for my best friend to become a rich woman for so many years, and I finally got it!"
She didn't even ask what was going on. She hugged Jian Ning's arm and said, "Rich woman Xiangxiang, please let me hug your thigh."
"Nan Nan, this is the arm," Jian Ning reminded.
"No matter what, I will hug the rich woman's arms and legs." Zhang Nan smiled, then thought of the situation in Huayue Villa, and asked: "But Ning Ning, hasn't it been abandoned for many years? Are you moving tomorrow? ”
"Yeah."
Jian Ning did some research on the way back. Huayue Villa has water and electricity. She just needs to find someone to take care of it.
It is said that it is an unfinished building. In fact, the main reason is that some villas have not yet been capped, the ground has not been completely hardened, and the golf course project has been stalled before construction even started.
As long as there is water and electricity, she can live.
Jian Ning expressed her thoughts: "I will buy a tent and live there tomorrow. It will be like camping in the wild."
Zhang Nan was still worried, "Does it have to be in such a hurry? Why don't I join you in the next few days, invite a few more people, and clear that place first, and then you can live there?"
Jian Ning didn't hesitate.
"It's okay. It's the same if I live in and clean up slowly."
Now that the public opinion storm about her on the Internet is intensifying, it is not safe for her to live here. In this information age, there is no guarantee that no one will leak out if she stays in a hotel.
It was even more impossible with Nan Nan. She didn't want to cause trouble to Nan Nan.
After such a comparison, going to Huayue Villa becomes the best choice.
No one could have guessed that she would live in Huayue Villa.
Zhang Nan and Jian Ning have known each other for many years and have been friends for so many years. How could he not guess what she was thinking.
She held Jian Ning's hand, her eyes were full of light, and she said sincerely: "Ning Ning, don't be a stranger to me. I'm not afraid. I can face this with you. Those anti-fans don't understand the truth at all, let alone , you are not wrong in the first place.”
In this world, many times, it doesn’t matter who is right or wrong.
Jian Ning smiled, stretched out her arms to hug Zhang Nan, and patted her on the back to comfort her, "I know."
Her relationship with Nan Nan can be regarded as half of a family.
Even if one day Jian Ning is really wrong, she knows that Nan Nan will stand behind her and tell her: Ning Ning, you are right, I will always support you.
Nannan will always support her without any reason.
But Jian Ning's character is like this. It may be due to the environment she grew up in. The better the relationship, the less she wants to cause trouble to others.
"Nannan, I really want to live there."
Zhang Nan couldn't force it anymore. She knew that once Jian Ning made up her mind about something, she would never change it.
"Okay, then I will accompany you tomorrow. Those irrational black fans on the Internet are too scary. I am afraid that something will happen to you alone."
Gu Yan's fans are indeed very irrational.
P's posthumous photos are considered minor, but the death threats made Zhang Nan tremble with fear.
"Okay." Jian Ning nodded in agreement, put her phone aside to charge and turned it on, picked up the grapefruit on the table and asked her, "Do you want to eat it?"
Zhang Nan: "Eat!"
Jian Ning killed the grapefruit and brought it out.
The two of them chatted and ate.
As soon as they took the first bite, both of them looked sour at the same time.
"Wow, this grapefruit is so sour."
Jian Ning also frowned, "The appearance of this grapefruit is so deceptive. I thought it was very sweet, so don't eat it."
Even if you don't want to waste food, it's so sour that you can't even eat it.
It's not sour like lemon, but one part bitter and nine parts sour.
The two of them were complaining about the sourness of the grapefruit when Jian Ning's cell phone that was charging aside rang.
She walked over and looked at the number. It was an unfamiliar number.
Only family and work friends knew this phone number. She thought someone might have changed the number. She swiped right to answer and heard a male voice.
"Is it Jian Ning?"
Jian Ning did not respond. The voice sounded strange, so she asked, "Who are you?"
"Fuck you bitch, how dare you steal the banquet from our Weiwei. The banquet belongs to us Weiwei. Who are you? I will go find you tomorrow and fuck you..."
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Before the dirty words could be spoken, Jian Ning had already hung up the phone.
Zhang Nan glanced at Jian Ning and noticed something was wrong with her expression: "Who is it?"
Before Jian Ning could answer, her phone rang again.
Instead of the previous number, this time she hung up directly.
Then, the phone rang again as a text message reminder. Before Jian Ning had time to click on it, the phone rang again.
Jian Ning hung up the phone.
Zhang Nan held her mobile phone and looked at the hot searches, "Ning Ning, please turn off your phone, your phone number has been exposed."
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
Jian Ning turned off her phone directly.
Zhang Nan looked at the hot searches, and the worry on his face became more and more intense.
The atmosphere that was originally relaxed because of a sour grapefruit became extremely heavy at this moment.
"Ning Ning, how about we go abroad for a vacation for a while?"
These haters are so crazy.
Jian Ning shook her head and curled her lips.
Zhang Nan didn't know how Jian Ning could still laugh, "Ning Ning, don't laugh, be serious. You can't think of these things too simply. Some black fans have lost their minds and you will be in danger."
"I know." Jian Ning smiled because she saw a new task popping up in the system.
[The road to ascension is long and difficult. In the world of immortality, strength is respected, and it is inevitable that dogs will look down upon others. You are already an official spiritual farmer disciple of the sect. Your face is the face of the sect. Protect the face of the sect without delay! 】
[Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, how can we be from Penghao? The mission is triggered! 】
[Task: Slap the sect disciple who looks down on you in the face 0/100000]
[Reward: I wish to renew the props (Note: It is recognized that the sect's fairy residence environment is poor, and using this prop, the host can instantly transform it according to the host's thoughts, but the scope is limited.)]
With the experience of previous missions, Jian Ning already knew.
The system of cultivating immortals was mistakenly bound to myself who had not traveled through the world of cultivating immortals, but the system was still running very tenaciously.
Since it is running, it can only automatically turn the things around her into the world of immortality, and the same goes for rewards.
For example, as a reward for Zongmen Xianju, because she was not in the world of cultivating immortals, a site for an unfinished building was given to her.
There is no way to rationalize this thing as a system.
But the rewards are real.
This wishful thinking tool can help her instantly transform an unfinished building. Although it is limited in scope, it is still a good thing.
Jian Ning, who had originally made up her mind to withdraw from the industry and didn't want to pay attention to the storm of public opinion on the Internet, felt a surge of energy in her body at this moment.
"Nan Nan, lend me your mobile phone."
Zhang Nan directly handed over the phone.
Jian Ning logged into her Weibo account, opened the hot search, and scanned it a few times.
Zhang Nan was right next to her ear, muttering about Gu Yan's sexy moves in the past few days.
He denied it again, criticized him again, and even sent a lawyer's letter saying that he who comes clean will self-cleanse. He even bought a lot of trolls based on the gossip.
Jian Ning's fans were the loudest, saying that since Gu Yan sent the lawyer's letter, Jian Ning didn't even dare to fart.
Jian Ning lightly opened the Weibo account where Gu Yan Studio released the lawyer's letter and commented.
——A dead duck has a tough mouth.
(End of chapter)