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Chapter 780 I will not let you do this kind of thing for me (1)

As soon as he walked into the box, Nanqiao put away all his emotions and showed a perfect smile, "Director Yu, Mr. Chen, hello, I'm Nanqiao..."

Several men on the table laughed at the same time, "Miss Nanqiao..."

Nanqiao tried his best, drank himself until he vomited, and finally won the role.

She supported the marble sink with both hands, looked up at herself in the vanity mirror, and scolded those investors a hundred times in her heart.

Finally feeling better, Nanqiao patted his face and walked out of the bathroom.

As soon as she opened the door, a pair of black handmade leather shoes came into her eyes. Under the influence of alcohol, Nanqiao's brain reaction was a little slow, and he blinked before slowly raising his eyes.

"Song Yang, what are you doing standing at the door of the women's toilet?" Nanqiao asked with a frown.

Song Yang held a cigarette in one hand, took a deep puff, then extinguished it on the trash can beside him, stood up straight, looked at her, and asked without answering, "Nanqiao, you are so hard, you don't care about your body, and you are for what?"

Nanqiao raised his foot, walked in front of him, and said, "You don't care what I'm doing, as long as it's not for you."

Song Yang pulled the corners of his lips, looked sad, and said in a suppressed voice: "I won't let you do this kind of thing for me."

Nanqiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, not wanting to be so entangled with him anymore, he took a big step, and within a few seconds, he disappeared around the corner.

It was one o'clock when she left Xile. Nanqiao didn't want Nan's father to worry, so she sent a text message saying that a friend would send her back. Nan's father agreed, provided that she arrived home within an hour.

Nanqiao stared at the sky speechlessly, his body fell to one side involuntarily.

The soul is still alive, the body is dead, probably this is the state.

Although Nanqiao thought that a handsome man would fall from the sky to catch her, but no handsome man appeared.

Nanqiao is not particularly disappointed, at least, there is a chair next to it, so it doesn't hurt to fall.

She leaned back on the chair like a dead fish, and continued to look at the sky.

"Hey, the surname is Nan."

A magnetic and pleasant voice suddenly sounded, and Nanqiao squinted his eyes and turned his head to look over.

Ying Muyao's evil face appeared in his eyes without warning, and the charming and unruly smile on the corner of his lips instantly stimulated Nanqiao.

With an expression of eating shit, she pursed her mouth and looked away in boredom.

Ying Muyao's face darkened, and he strode over with his pockets in his hands, and stood in front of Nanqiao, looking down at her condescendingly, with a cold tone, "Nan, what expression do you have?!"

"The expression of seeing shit, what's wrong?"

Maybe it was because of the alcohol, Nanqiao became more courageous, his eyes were almost provocative.

Ying Muyao's jaw tightened, he stared at her viciously, and forced out a sentence between his teeth: "Say it again if you have the ability."

Nanqiao rolled his eyes, stood up directly from the chair, pushed him hard with both hands, and shouted: "I'll tell you what's wrong again, Ying Muyao, are you annoying? Can you stop appearing in front of me?" !"

Ying Muyao was unprepared, and was pushed back a few steps by her at once, then stood still, looked at her again, his eyes became even more angry, strode over, and pushed her fiercely, "The surname Nan, is for you?" Your self-confidence is in front of me?!"

Nanqiao plopped down on the chair again, his bones seemed to be broken, and his vision was inexplicably foggy.

She clutched the edge of the bench tightly with her hands, lowered her head, and trembled all over.

(End of this chapter)