Sir, Madam is in a gossip again

Nangong Cheng looked at the sunset in the distance. The flowers in the yard were just blooming.

When Ji Liangchuan came out, he looked at Nangong Cheng and was fascinated by the flowers on the balcony.

Hearing the footsteps, Nangong Cheng turned back and looked at Ji Liangchuan's eyes that looked in a good mood.

"Eat." Nangong Cheng sat down.

Ji Liangchuan looked at the sumptuous dinner. Her cooking was getting better and better.

These meals seem to have an appetite, coupled with the surrounding environment.

Ease.

Maybe the people around you are different!

"Hard work." Ji Liangchuan said.

Nangong Cheng was stunned.

"It's all right. Visitors are guests. It's right to entertain you. Although it's all routine, I hope you don't mind." Nangong Cheng's tone was strange and he ate rice on his own.

Is the visitor a guest?

Ji Liangchuan still wanted to say something, but she couldn't find the language to refute her words.

The atmosphere at the table was strange and depressing.

The bodyguard pestles there from a distance. It seems that they are good from a distance.

After dinner, Nangong Cheng cleaned up the kitchen.

Ji Liangchuan stood on the steps at the door. The neighbors here were a little far away.

Except that the house looks good, everything else is average.

It seems that the former homeowner was a rich man and everything was the best.

But these are nothing for Ji Liangchuan, but it's a little anxious to be isolated from the world.

How can Nangong Cheng stay here? Ji Liangchuan can't stay here.

"Sir, you should go back."

"Tomorrow morning, you go and prepare some necessities."

"Yes."

The bodyguard took orders and left.

Ji Liangchuan stood there alone until it was completely dark.

Nangong Cheng was watching TV and couldn't wait for Ji Liangchuan to enter.

Are you gone?

Thinking, the door opened and Ji Liangchuan came in and sat on the sofa.

Nangong Cheng moved aside and didn't want to be next to him.

Ji Liangchuan's face is a little ugly. Is he the God of plague?

Forget it, don't worry about her.

There was only the sound in the TV, and they had no words.

Finally, Ji Liangchuan opened his mouth first.

"You're going to stay here all the time. What are you avoiding here?" Ji Liangchuan really couldn't figure it out. The second miss of the Tangtang Nangong family had to be in this place where birds don't shit.

Nangong Cheng turned to look at Ji Liangchuan, his eyes full of ridicule, fleeting.

"What kind of life I need is my own choice. Here, I live in peace. What's the problem? I don't need a rich life. " Nangong Cheng took back his sight again.

Ji Liangchuan is angry. She can't get oil and salt now.

There's something wrong with the brain.

Ji Liangchuan was angry.

Nangong Cheng pours. Who does he think he is!

Nangong Cheng watched the TV play alone in the living room, knocking melon seeds, and didn't take Ji Liangchuan's words to heart at all.

Ji Liangchuan returned to his bedroom and couldn't sleep.

Is she crazy?

Forget it. What's his business.

She cares about him as much as she likes.

Ji Liangchuan opened his notebook and a pile of documents needed to be processed. At the moment, he didn't want to do anything, so he wanted to have a good rest.

Ji Liangchuan didn't sleep until two o'clock at night.

Nangong Cheng lost sleep and tossed and turned.

Ji Liangchuan's words floated in her mind. To tell the truth, she didn't like the life here.

She likes the life of the eldest lady because of the high mountains and long roads.

Is she wrong?

Nangong Cheng sat up, opened the curtain with a crash, and looked at the bright moon shining in the sky. Occasionally, there was a shadow of a cat running past.