"Help me take good care of Shaohua, follow her, and protect her."
"Ah?" Zhu Ye was surprised, Master Nian has changed his mind?
Li Nian heard Zhu Ye's low cry, was silent for a while, and said something like this.
"Zhu Ye, Shaohua's left ear is deaf."
When Zhu Ye heard such words, he suddenly became silent.
He instantly understood what Master Nian meant.
His heart was also filled with a little bit of guilt.
After a long silence, Zhu Ye responded: "I know Master Nian, I will send someone to protect Miss Shaohua..."
After hanging up the phone, Li Nian drove the car and drove around.
We reached the end and stopped downstairs at Wen Jiaren's house.
He raised his head and looked at the lights in Wen Jiaren's house, but they were not on.
Frowning, isn't she at home?
He waited for a long time, half an hour before he saw her walking from a distance carrying a bag.
He lowered his head and didn't look at the road.
A motorcycle passed by her.
She was so frightened that she patted her chest,
Li Nian immediately narrowed his eyes, opened the door without saying a word, and walked out.
Wen Jiaren lowered her head and walked forward. Suddenly she saw a pair of expensive leather shoes, and then straight suit pants.
She was slightly surprised, but before she raised her head, she suddenly heard a roar: "What are you doing?!!! Don't you want to live anymore! When you were in elementary school, did you ever learn how to cross the road?!"
Damn woman, how do you take care of yourself in such a short time?!
Wen Jiaren raised her head and saw a furious Li Nian standing in front of her with a terrifying look in his eyes. She knew that a storm was coming.
As expected, Li Nian yelled the next second: "Did you see how fast that car went? If it weren't for his skill in turning the corner, you would have been dead by now..."
The two people stood there, Li Nian lectured angrily, and Wen Jiaren lowered her head and listened.
She is surprisingly quiet.
There was a little bit of happiness in his eyes.
He shouted softly: "Li Nian..."
I'm so tired that I type at seven o'clock every day. It's very strenuous. Please don't rush me. I haven't saved my manuscript and I haven't had breakfast yet!
