Chapter 805 Nan Mansion
Lu Zhenzhen was also there that night. She thought Nan Jiaojiao would not come over, so she planned to have a perfunctory drink and leave, but the person who wanted to have a drink with her was Chu Yao, that drunkard maniac. .
She just wet her lips, Chu Yao had already downed three cups of Remy Martin, and burped. From the smell, you could tell she was drunk. She was dragging people around, and started babbling. Sing opera.
Lu Zhenzhen couldn't get used to Chu Yao's strong feelings towards the old man. The bastard who had been holding back for ten thousand years in the deep sea was not as resentful as her.
Lu Zhenzhen was too lazy to take care of him and threw Chu Yao directly to Mo Tingshen.
When he was about to leave, he heard that something had happened on the seventh floor. Lu Zhenzhen took extra precautions and quietly went to the balcony to call Nan Jiaojiao. When he heard that she was not in the service area, he knew what was going on.
It was a chaotic night, and no one noticed her when she left.
Lu Zhenzhen returned to her parents' house. She knew that her parents were traveling and Gao Zhe was on a business trip again. She unplugged the phone line at home and went into the study. Three computers were turned on and she searched for Nan Jiao. Wherever Jiao may appear, we can cover up the address and destroy the surveillance, so that Nan Jiaojiao can leave without any worries and can help delay the incident for a while.
The phone was also thrown into the lotus pond on the day I returned home, and I would buy a new one just in time for Gao Zhe's return.
“Are you distracted?”
Gao Zhe pinched her nose, and Lu Zhenzhen turned his head to avoid it, "I don't have it, how could I."
"Day by day, I don't know what is going on in my mind."
Gao Zhe Picking her up, Lu Zhenzhen hugged his neck inertly, thinking she was about to be carried into the room, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of the smile on the corner of the man's mouth.
He deliberately teased her, put her on the sofa, got up and left.
Lu Zhenzhen felt depressed for a while, "What are you doing, not kissing anymore?"
"Cooking."
Lu Zhenzhen lay down and turned over again, facing the direction of the restaurant. Gao Zhe had already put on his apron and took something from the refrigerator, seriously planning to cook.
She snorted, "We've already been together like that, why should we eat? It's such a letdown!"
Gao Zhe looked back at her and said, "What are you going to do if you don't feel full?" "... ”
Lu Zhenzhen suddenly realized that she was the one who usually flirted with Gao Zhe. Gao Zhe seldom flirted with her, but when he did, he made her face red with shame. She yelled "scumbag" hypocritically and buried her face in the pillow. Went there.
Qingcheng.
Five o'clock in the evening.
Driving for more than ten hours, he stopped twice in the service area. Yan Chi insisted, otherwise that lunatic Bo Yanqing would not want to stop for a moment.
“Brother Yan.”
Yan Chi touched the steering wheel and looked at the ancient house built against the mountain in front of him. He immediately recognized the golden nanmu plaque hanging on the top of the gate, with two words on it:
Nanfu.
There are two "Thirteen Taibao" squatting on the left and right sides of the door. The lions are holding beads in their mouths, looking majestic.
"I'll go..."
Rao Shi Yanchi boasted that he was well-informed, but he was also shocked, "Thirteen Taibao, in the past, you had to be a first-grade official to be able to use it. What is grandpa’s background? His ancestor was the prime minister?”
Bo Yanqing was sitting in the back seat, equally shocked. He briefly mentioned it to Yan Chi on the road. He had only heard Nan Jiaojiao mention that he was adopted by an old man when he was a child. At first, when the car drove into the mountains, he thought that his family was not well-off. It would be great. There were several boxes of expensive gifts in the trunk, but Bo Yanqing was afraid of scaring the old man, so he bought several boxes of supplements and milk at the foot of the mountain and mixed them together. The old man didn't know the price.
Who would have known that it was not a poor family, but just a door, and the words "either rich or noble" immediately jumped out of my mind.
“Get off the bus first.”
(End of this chapter)