Ah Miao knew that she was really angry this time. She ran to buy her favorite soy milk and fried dough sticks early in the morning, with a flattering look on her face, "Little lazy boy, don't be angry. I really had no choice but to give it to you last night."
He called."
Xia Lan didn't look at her and sat on the table eating breakfast silently.
"Oh, when you called, you just said you were on XX Road. I wanted to call back and ask for clarification, but your mobile phone was out of service. It was also late at night. I was afraid that you might be in danger outside. As soon as I got anxious, I thought about it and hurried
Find someone to pick you up. As long as you are fine, you don’t have to worry about so much."
Seeing that she still didn't speak, Ah Miao took her arm and shook her hard, "You are so lazy, don't be angry."
Xia Lan glanced sideways at her, "Why are you looking for him?"
"It just so happens that we all know him, and it just so happens that we only have his phone number." Ah Miao answered confidently, but she wouldn't tell Xiao Lan even to death. That was because she was moved by a kiss.
Xia Lan put down her chopsticks and said quietly, "Meow, delete him from the people you know!"
Ah Miao was startled for a moment and then responded helplessly, "Oh."
Anyway, she has done everything she can do. If she misses it again, it will be a failure. She thought of something and said quickly, "By the way, Anan will be discharged from the hospital today."
"I have to see my client early in the morning. I can't pick him up from the hospital. I'll give you the car and you go pick him up."
"no problem."
As soon as she walked out of the apartment building, the reporters who were waiting outside rushed over to her in a swarm, flashing lights and cameras circling around her.
"Miss Xia Lan, eyewitnesses said that Prince Nangong Lie of Maha Kingdom knelt down to propose to you in public yesterday. Are you a couple?"
"Prince Nangong Lie and Princess Li Xue broke off their engagement, was it because of you?"
Xia Lan was surrounded in the center. Faced with the dazzling flash of light and the questions that led her to break the news, her expression became more and more cold. She reached out and took the microphone closest to her. The surroundings suddenly became quiet, everyone was waiting for her.
Next speech.
Facing the camera, she said word by word, "Nangong Lie, you made this mess yourself, don't expect me to wipe your ass!"
Throwing the phone back, she hailed a taxi and drove away in a state of astonishment.
Things are exactly as Nangong Lie said yesterday, Xia Lan is standing on the cusp of the storm.
Xiaohui stood vigilantly by the window, eyes darting around, and reported, "Sister Lan, reporters have blocked three streets and occupied all the parking spaces on the street. The office building opposite and the nearby tea house and cafe are all
Even the trees are full of people.”
Xia Lan took out the pen that fixed her hair and let go of her long hair to relieve the tension on her scalp.
Needless to say, soon, her ancestors will be dug up by reporters for eight generations, and they will be reported in serial novels every day. It’s not bad to laugh at yourself, as it will save her the trouble of looking for relatives.
"Huh?" Xiaohui called out curiously, "Sister Lan, that's not right, why are all those cars driving away one after another?"
Xia Lan raised her eyebrows, stood up, walked to the window, and opened the blinds.
Sure enough, those news vehicles were leaving in an orderly manner one after another.
The corners of his mouth turned up, indicating that Nangong Lie had realized something.
Fisher International.
Song Wen pushed open the door and walked into the president's office, reporting the report, "Boss, all the nearby media have withdrawn. No one dares to stay there anymore!"
The leather chair turned around, Fei Sijue, dressed in a black suit, showed his innate aristocratic aura, but lacked a bit of his usual elegance. His cold appearance exuded fatal danger, and his deep eyes were filled with sharp eyes.
The edge is like a whirlpool settling at the bottom of a lake.
"Tell them that I don't want to see flash lights within a ten-kilometer radius of her. In exchange, I will provide them with information that is of interest to them."
"Um!"
For a time, the news about Xia Lan and Nangong Lie became an expired scandal in a very short period of time, and few people even tried to verify its authenticity. Instead, it was all about celebrities, politicians, and philanthropists.
Hot gossips emerge one after another, directly playing with the public's attention.
The TV in the living room was broadcasting the news. In the kitchen, Nangong Lie stared at the recipe with such seriousness that Mingzhe next to him frowned, "Your Highness, whatever you want to eat, I'll let the chef do it."
Nangong Lie waved his hand, "No, I want to make her a love lunch with my own hands."
Mingzhe took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, Her Majesty the Queen is already very dissatisfied with your unauthorized proposal to Miss Xia. There are also many rumors in the country that are not conducive to Your Highness. We cannot give our opponents the opportunity to take advantage of this."
He raised his eyes, smiled evilly, and patted his shoulder, "Mingzhe, relax, don't always keep a straight face, how can any girl like you like this?"
He lowered his head and continued to study the recipe. He frowned and said, "It says to pour in the appropriate amount of oil, but it doesn't say what the 'appropriate amount' is."
Mingzhe couldn't stand it any longer, picked up the oil pot and poured some directly into the pot, "Your Highness, that's it."
Nangong Lie blinked his eyes in disbelief, "Mingzhe, you are so awesome!" Then he quickly picked up the recipe, pointed at it and said, "Then what does blending first mean? And this, this!"
Mingzhe lowered his eyes and silently picked up the knife and shovel...
…
"Wow, wow, wow," Xiaohui kept flipping through the newspaper and complained, "Sister Lan, why is there no news about you at all?"
Xia Lan didn't even raise her head, "Why would I want to be a clown up there?"
"These reporters are so unprofessional. Before, they wanted to take secret photos in the toilet, but now they are like stepmothers. They haven't even had enough celebrity addiction yet!"
"There are many ways to become famous. Taking off your clothes and running naked on the street will also make headlines." Xia Lan threw the documents in her hand, "These are the list of witnesses Zhang also provided. Call them and make an appointment with them."
"Hey," Xiaohui picked it up resignedly and muttered as she walked, "I don't understand. It's not right for a good princess to like to work hard."
As soon as she opened the door, she screamed excitedly, "Your Highness Lie!"
"Is my dear Lan in there?" Nangong Lie's frivolous and magnetic voice sounded.
"Here, there, there!"
"Haha, I gave it to you."
"Wow! Roses! Oh my God, I received flowers from His Highness Lie! Ah——"
Nangong Lie pushed open the door and came in, dressed in beige casual clothes, holding a paper bag in his right hand, and holding a bouquet of roses in his left hand. A smile passed over his lips, like the facial features outlined by a brush, evil and handsome. Leaning at the door, he looked extraordinary and outstanding.
, just like he screams every time he appears.
Ignoring her obviously distant expression, he walked over and placed the bouquet on her desk. He shook the paper bag in his hand and said, "Lan, I brought you a lunch box. I made it myself~