School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 111 Unspeakable things

No matter how you say it, it was all her memories of Feng Yimo, and the pictures were so beautiful, she couldn't bear to throw them in the trash can and ruin them.

"Young master, the master called just now, intending to let Miss Shu Yacheng return to China, so as to cultivate a relationship with the young master."

Nangonghan had just stepped out of the gate of the castle, and was attracted by the mess of garbage in front of him. The respectful words of the housekeeper beside him also drifted into his eardrums, and his expression instantly became gloomy.

"Tell the old man to let her come back next year. There has been turmoil here recently. The God of War sent a few more killers to install there. The old man Zhan is about to move around recently. He will form an alliance with other gangs at any time. We must keep an eye on it..."

"Uh……."

While Nangong Han was instructing his subordinates, Zuo Qiyue finally found the photo, and happily got out of the trash can.

There are a few green vegetables hanging on her messy hair, she holds a stack of photos tightly in her hand, and the smile on her face is dazzling.

A gloomy, cold air filled the air, and most July felt shivering all over.

Turning her head, Nangong Han's beautiful and tight face was reflected in her pupils, she felt infinite uneasiness in her heart, and hurriedly put down the photo in her hand, because it was blocked by the trash can, she sneaked into it The photo is hidden under the clothes.

Nangong stared indifferently at her sneaky every move, and suddenly frowned, the whirlpool in his eyes was like a wild wolf in a silent night, full of coldness and killing intent.

What is she looking for, is she looking for He Feng Yi Mo's photo?
Last night, the dispute with her was still vivid in his memory, and he suddenly felt extremely angry and painful.

Most Qiyue could clearly feel a dangerous light surrounding her body, she nervously hid the photo, giggled at him in a flustered manner, and awkwardly removed a few green vegetables from her hair.

The subordinates around Nangong Han left in a sensible manner.

Only then did Nangong Han walk towards her, wring her out of the trash can with his big hands, and said coldly, "What are you hiding?"

Most Qiyue took a step back with a guilty conscience, her face was pale, and she said in a secretive way, "No, there's nothing."

If he found out that she was hiding photos, he would definitely kill her and Feng Yimo.

"Take it out, unless you want to force me to use it!"

Nangong Han suddenly growled angrily and threatened her, his dark eyes filled with chill even more.

"I... I hid my aunt's towels. In the morning... my aunt came, and I accidentally threw them into the trash can. I didn't know the way, and I had no friends, so I had to dig through the trash can..."

Most Qiyue squeezed her legs tightly, bent her waist, and looked pitiful, because she was too shy to tell a lie, her cheeks blushed involuntarily.

Seeing her appearance, Nangong Han didn't seem to be lying. Such an embarrassing topic made his ears slightly red, but the expression on his face was still calm, and the breath in his eyes became much softer.

"Take a good rest these few days." Nangong Han said, returning to the castle again.

What, most shocked in July, did he mean to give her a holiday?
While she was in a daze, a low-key and luxurious car drove out, rolled down the window: "Get in the car."

Most Qiyue obediently opened the car door, sat in, and asked him uncertainly: "Do you mean to give me a few days off?" I hope her guess is true.

"Well, where is home?" Nangong Han focused on the front without turning his head.

(End of this chapter)