101 Marriage Proposals: Hei Di's Sky-high Lover

Ever since she discovered new energy and intended to cooperate with her to develop it, he and Beinan have been targeted by people. It seems that tonight's incident must also be related to this matter.

Chang Mian has never given up on tracking down who hired mercenaries to assassinate him, but he has no clue until now, and now he happens to start from the North and South, and maybe he can track down something.

"Would you like to introduce me?" Chang Mian looked at the man who was sitting on the sofa and had bandaged his wound.

For the first time, Nanbei showed a bit of a little woman's posture, glanced at Mo Yang lightly, and said in a slightly embarrassed tone: "His name is Mo Yang, and this is Chang Mian. I mentioned it to you."

With a playful smile on the corner of Chang Mian's mouth, he stretched out his hand: "Mr. Mo, it's a pleasure to meet you."

In the end, the other party didn't give face at all, packed himself up and stood up coldly: "I'm going back."

Depend on!Who is playing a big game in front of him? Chang Mian would not be so polite to a man he doesn't know if it wasn't for Nan Bei's sake!

When Nan Bei heard his words, he immediately jumped up, opened his arms, and blocked his way: "You can't go."

Mo Yang had an annoyed expression on his face, and his voice was not very good: "I can't go?"

Chang Mian suddenly felt that it was fun again, watching the fire from the other side, felt that the man seemed to be angry, his tone was quite domineering, with a suppressed forbearance, he looked at Nanbei with a half-smile: "The reason."

Well, since the other party was so dazzled by the woman's anger that he didn't want to save face, let's not bother with him today!So put on an expression of watching the show even more.

After thinking for a long time, Nanbei managed to find a reason: "There may be poisonous scorpions in the house..."

"That's it?" The man became even angrier.

North and South think this is not enough? !So he nodded and said, "That's it."

Suddenly both of them fell silent, and neither of them spoke again, as if whoever couldn't hold back his mouth would be defeated.

Time passed by every minute and every second, without any further words!

Although he didn't know what the two of them were up to, Chang Mian turned his back and slapped his forehead, secretly cursing that the machine girl was just a machine girl. If his family Shangshang encountered such a situation, he would definitely hug him and pretend to be coquettish and weak, a man Ah, what I like to eat is still Changshang.

It turned out that these two people actually played a cold war here, it was so boring!

"Ahem, I'll call you tomorrow..." Chang Mian finally realized that it was a bit unnecessary for her to appear here, so she found an excuse to give them back her personal space, and she really slipped away.

It was past three o'clock in the morning when I walked downstairs, the cold wind blowing like a knife made people shiver, and the tiredness swept over like a stormy sea.

Chang Mian sighed inaudibly, turned up the collar of his coat, walked to the gate of the community and got into the car. Instead of rushing to start the car, he leaned on the back of the seat and meditated for a moment.

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Maybe it was really exhausting. Chang Mian slept for a very long time this time. He didn't wake up until twelve noon the next day. After waking up, he didn't want to turn over and stayed in bed for half an hour. .

Opening the bedroom door, there was a strong smell of rice.

Looking for incense, leaning against the door of the kitchen, looking at the woman in a scarf who was cooking with her back turned to him, my heart suddenly filled with sadness, some memories were lifted from the bottom of my heart, full of familiar taste , yet so far away.

Once upon a time, when he was still a teenager, there was a woman who was busy in the kitchen like her, and unconsciously touched some knife scratches by the door, which were masterpieces left by him when he was young.