Quick Transmigration Little Ancestor: Blackened male gods should be pampered

Chapter 623 The Marshal's Ninth Wife (29)

In the middle of the night, after coming out of Paramount, Sang Jian went directly to the door of Huo Nanting's car and waited.

Not long after, Huo Nanting also came out.

"You know I'm here?" Huo Nanting walked over and opened the door for Sang Jian.

"As soon as I entered the backstage, the boss told me that you came to listen to my singing."

Sang Jian got into the car and told the truth.

Huo Nanting sat beside her, slightly pursed his lips, "Helping you support the stage, are you happy?"

"Not too happy." Sang Jian glanced at him, "If you really stand up for the show, you should have come on stage at that time and announced to the world that I am your wife."

Huo Nanting leaned on the backrest, raised his legs, and said with a light smile: "Little friend, the consequences of being too greedy will only lead to faster death."

Old Li in front has already started the car.

He ordered: "Find a restaurant that is not closed. My little lady hasn't had dinner yet. Don't go back and have to eat again."

Sang Jian: "???"

Why does it sound weird to her?

"Mr. Huo, do you still know that I am a child?"

Huo Nanting turned his head to look at her, "What? Didn't you say it yourself last night?"

Sang Jian: "..." Unable to refute.

She snorted softly and changed the subject, "Did Mr. Huo enjoy talking with Miss Ye this afternoon?"

See what he has to say!
Sang Jian still underestimated Huo Nanting's shamelessness.

Huo Nanting nodded and said, "Very happy."

Lying without blushing, without even a second of hesitation.

Instead, Sang Jian was left speechless.

Look, this person is so calm after killing someone, although that person may not be dead.

But this kind of attitude is unavoidably a bit ungrateful!

"Then what did you guys talk about?" Sang Jian knew that the two of them had no chance to chat, and just wanted to know what nonsense Huo Nanting could make up.

"Little friend, the more you know about many things, the faster you die. Do you really want to know?"

Huo Nanting looked at Sang Jian with a half-smile.

Sang Jian looked at him, "Mr. Huo, besides threatening me to die faster, is there anything else you can say?"

Huo Nanting: "..."

"You can just kill me directly, so you don't have to keep threatening me."

Sang Jian leaned on the backrest, raised her white neck, and squinted at him.

"That's what you said!"

Huo Nanting leaned over and grabbed her slender neck with his long and slender hands.

At this moment, the two were so close that Sang Jian could feel Huo Nanting's breath on her face.

Huo Nanting stared at Sang Jian below him, that familiar yet immature face.

He has seen it many times, after all, Ye Lian'er and the women he married all looked like this.

The only difference is that her facial features haven't fully grown yet.

This face is so beautiful that even Huo Nanting thinks of it occasionally when he thinks about it.

Why do you think of it?
Because of these real people, he always felt that something was missing, not as smart and beautiful as he imagined.

But Sang Jian is different.

I don't know if it's because of her young age, but she looks very lively, more in line with his expectations than others.

Obviously these people look similar, but Huo Nanting has a strange standard in his heart.

As long as it doesn't meet the standard in his heart, he really can't like it.

And most importantly, she was the first to escape from the people he sent out.

This little girl definitely has a secret.

It successfully caught his attention.

It's a pity that she has this face.

(End of this chapter)