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Chapter 118 The Disabled Boss’s Little Creation 15

There was no progress value, and the Nanzhi strategy was very casual. Regardless of whether Jiang Qingyan was happy or not, he picked up his phone and sent him a message.

[Jiang Qingyan, Cheng Xu didn’t come today, and I can’t film anymore. I’ll pick you up later and go out to dance, okay? 】

There was no response for a long time, so Nanzhi followed the principle that silence is the default and asked the driver to drive the nanny car back.

She fell asleep unconsciously in the car, and when she suddenly woke up, more than half an hour had passed.

The car hasn't arrived at Jiang Mansion yet.

At the traffic light intersection, Nanzhi looked up inadvertently and saw a man in a suit with an extremely slender and handsome back walking by the roadside.

Nanzhi's eyes suddenly lit up.

"You find a parking place and wait for me."

She told the driver, put on her mask and sunglasses, opened the door, and caught up with her in stilettos and high heels.

"Hey, that handsome guy in front, wait for me!"

The handsome guy didn't seem to hear him. His legs were long and he took two steps forward of her. After chasing her for a while, Nanzhi's shoes got stuck in the sewer protective net. She couldn't pull them out, so she simply took off her shoes.

But when she chased him again, people were coming and going on the road, and there was no longer that slender figure.

Nanzhi couldn't find anyone, so he could only walk back barefoot.

The nanny van is parked on the roadside where parking is available.

When she opened the car door, she looked back, but still couldn't find the figure behind her, so she had to get in the car first.

"Let's go."

The car started moving again and soon disappeared.

Beside the sewer, a pair of black leather shoes stood quietly. The man leaned forward, took off the black high heels stuck in the protective net with his long and distinct fingers, held them in his hand, and gradually walked away.

Before the car arrived at Jiang Mansion, Nanzhi received news from Jiang Qingyan.

[Zhizhi, I went out with my friends. I’m not at home. You can play by yourself. 】

Nanzhi typed a few words.

[You asked me to call you so intimately, so I have to call you closer too. What name do you like, Jiang Jiang, Qing Qing, Yan Yan? 】

There was obvious silence for a while, and it took a minute before a few words came over.

[As long as Zhizhi likes it. 】

【Xiao Jiangzi. 】

The silence there lasted a little longer.

[Be good, it’s fun, you don’t have money to tell me. 】

[Okay, Xiao Yanzi. 】

There was no reply from there.

Nanzhi raised the corners of his mouth.

It's really good. I tease him every day and my life is very happy.

She was just a little unhappy at the thought of not catching the killer from behind.

In order to be happy, Nanzhi posted a message on WeChat.

[Hello, I am Qin Shihuang. I am not dead. I have been sleeping. Now I am resurrected. I can rule the world by resurrecting my 500 terracotta warriors and horses. So I need a sum of money now. As long as you transfer yuan to me. If you use your WeChat account to help me successfully restore my country, I will remember you a great contribution. After occupying the world, I will seal a province for you and make you the prince. 】

As soon as the news was posted, it didn't take long for there to be a lot of comments.

Lin Lin: Sister, has your WeChat account been stolen?

Daju: Nanzhi, what kind of plane are you doing?

Cute little koi: Don’t be in Myanmar anymore, come back quickly, I will take you to the factory to tighten the screws.

……

Nanzhi flipped through it casually, and they were all asking her if her account had been hacked.

These people really have no sense of humor at all.

She exited the circle of friends and saw two messages that recently popped up on the WeChat page.

Lin Lin: [Sister, did you send the WeChat Moments? 】

Nanzhi: [You send me five hundred yuan and I’ll tell you. 】

Lin Lin: [Who are you and why did you steal her WeChat account? 】

As he was talking, the video call came over.

Nanzhi didn't expect this guy she had forgotten to care about her so much, but she was a little cold and simply hung up. By the way, he was blacklisted.

I can’t bear to give up five hundred yuan, but I still want to see the face of a fairy and dream about it!

But what surprised Nanzhi was another piece of information.

Jiang Qingyan: [Transfer 50000 yuan. 】

Nanzhi was afraid that he had seen it wrong, so he counted it carefully and found that it was indeed four zeros.

She quickly clicked accept, and then sent a text with a smile.

Nanzhi: [You have given me too much. I will grant you the title of queen. 】

Jiang Qingyan: [I accept the order to thank you. 】

Jiang Qingyan was quite cute, and Nanzhi was laughing happily while holding her cell phone.

However, extreme joy brings sorrow.

Nanzhi’s WeChat account was clicked to report by someone, and then it was blocked.

Her fifty thousand yuan ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! !

Looking at Nanzhi screaming like a woodchuck in the car, the driver asked: "What's going on?"

Nanzhi cried loudly: "My WeChat account has been blocked."

Master: "It's okay, just click to apply for unblocking."

Nanzhi stopped crying and leaned over with a smile: "How to operate?"

The master driver parked the car outside Jiang Mansion: "I'll teach you."

Soon, under the driver’s instructions, Nanzhi’s WeChat account was unblocked.

Nanzhi nodded: "Not bad, uncle, he is very skilled in operation."

Uncle driver: "I've been blocked a lot before, but I've become more proficient at it."

"Why are you blocked so often?" Nanzhi's gossipy mind was about to start.

The uncle driver scratched his head shyly: "I'm over thirty and haven't found anyone yet, so I sent a few blind date messages on WeChat Moments."

Nanzhi raised her eyebrows and looked at the wrinkles on his face: "More than thirty?"

Uncle driver: "More than thirty-nine."

Nanzhi: "..."

Uncle driver: "I think I'm quite young and don't have high requirements. I just want to find a girl who is around 20 years old, has a college degree, can do housework, and can take care of my parents, but I haven't been able to find one."

"Madam, do you think it's because my requirements are too low that the girls in my circle of friends have been afraid to say anything?"

Nanzhi nodded: "Yes, that's right, you should find someone with a graduate degree."

The driver's uncle slapped his thigh: "I'm just telling you, my requirements are too low."

……

In the evening, when the commercial vehicle stopped at Jiang Mansion, Jiang Qingyan first saw Nanzhi sitting on a small bench, cracking melon seeds and chatting with the driver.

He didn't get out of the car in a hurry, just watched quietly through the car window.

Watch her listen carefully and nod in agreement.

Watch her laugh regardless of her appearance.

It's strange that he was infected by her smile without even realizing it.

Nanzhi chatted with the driver at the gate for more than two hours without realizing it.

The two chatted from the ground to the sky, and from the sky to outer space.

The topics are not the same.

By coincidence, after cracking the melon seeds, Nanzhi looked up and saw Jiang Qingyan.

At that time, he was sitting in a wheelchair, and the afterglow of the setting sun cast a golden light on him. He was as unsullied as a god.

Nanzhi was in a trance for a moment. She stood up and walked towards him in surprise.

"Xiao Qingzi, you are so handsome."

No matter when or where she was, she never hesitated to praise him.