Xiang Yimo, the culprit, stuck out his tongue, scratched his head and asked, "Is it that bad to drink?"
"Try it!" Nangong Han handed her the remaining half cup of coffee.
"You all squirted, I think it's better to forget it!" She muttered in confusion, "The original taste is a bit ecstatic, but I obviously added sugar..."
Nangong Han pursed his thin lips and sighed, "Are you sure you added sugar? Why does this cup of coffee taste so salty?"
Xiang Yimo suddenly woke up, "Isn't it salt I added?"
"As a woman, you can't even tell the difference between salt and sugar. How ashamed are you!" Nangong Han looked aloof. He had just taught his subordinates a lesson, and now he was teaching her a lesson again.
Hum! As a husband, it is a great shame and humiliation that he can’t even tell his wife apart! Xiang Yimo pouted, but without saying a word, he had already cursed the arrogant Nangong Han in his heart!
"As a grown man, it's disgusting to spit out something you drank!" Xiang Yimo scolded everyone present with one sentence.
================================================
Xiang Yimo increased his vigilance and was always paying attention to Nangong Han's movements.
That night.
The moonlight was hazy, and the faint moonlight fell from the window.
The clear evening breeze stirred the thin window screens and danced in the air.
Xiang Yimo was wearing a thin nightgown and standing in front of the window. Her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, as bright and smooth as thick ink. A shallow light fell on her body, on the cold floor.
Pulling out a long and narrow figure, he came to this world lonely and independent...
"Why aren't you back so late?" Xiang Yimo muttered. In the past few days, Nangong Han has been pestering her like brown sugar, holding her to bed every night, but now, it's already twelve o'clock.
Xiang Yimo was stunned for a moment and murmured to herself, "I don't care about him, I'm just curious about what he is up to?" She nodded firmly with conviction.
Unable to sleep, she wanted to go to the kitchen to warm up a cup of milk, but found that the study door was ajar, and a sudden bright light fell on the floor. In the quiet night, she could vaguely hear his deep and mellow voice, "Who is he talking to?"
?”
Curiosity killed the cat.
Xiang Yimo was cruel, took off her slippers, and stepped on the cold floor with her bare feet. It was as cold as ice and biting to the bone. She shivered, and crept over with her hands in her arms——
The door was slightly open. Xiang Yimo held his breath and glanced through the crack in the door. He saw Nangong Han having a video conversation with the computer. He was wearing a pair of rimless glasses, which did not block his arrogant and cold temperament.
Adding the slightest bit of scholarly spirit. His eyes were covered with a layer of red bloodshot eyes, showing his tiredness.
Nangong Han turned a custom-made Montblanc pen in his hand and nodded, "Yes! It's a deal two days later. The more powerful the time explosive is, the better! You can cheat him to death in one fell swoop! Can you finish it in time? You
Send me the design drawings and take a look!" His calm and gentle tone was followed by cruel words, as if in his eyes, life was as insignificant as an ant, and he could be crushed to death with just a pinch.
Did he actually take action?
Use bombs? Wouldn’t that mean there would be no bones left?
Xiang Yimo took a breath of cold air and her heart trembled violently. Standing on the cold floor, a trace of chill spread from the soles of her feet upwards, drilling into her spinal cord and flowing into her limbs and bones...
"Let him live for another two days. I will give him life to come and no life to go back!"
The cold bird's voice was like an arrow piercing her heart. Xiang Yimo knew that Chu Zhanjin had done something wrong. However, he was helpless. When his own strength was too weak to take care of his loved ones, he
That's why he made such a desperate move. Even if he is guilty, even if he is heinous in the eyes of others, in Xiang Yimo's memory, he always considers others first and himself last.
When they were hungry together, he left all the bread for her and Su Yimin, saying that he had eaten it outside, but in fact he had not eaten a grain of rice. When they were harassed by gangsters, he would always rush in front to protect them.
Every time he beat the gangster away, he was the only one injured. They couldn't afford the expensive tuition, so he chose to give up studying and work to support her and Su Yimin in school.
They have experienced so many joys and sorrows together. It is not just love, but more like family members, supporting each other.
Xiang Yimo's nose felt sour, and tears instantly filled her eyes, sliding down Wanli's cheeks. The tears were raining down, and she couldn't bear it. She couldn't suppress the grief welling up in her heart, and suddenly she let out a choked sob.
"Who is it?" A cold voice came from the study.
Nangong Han opened the drawer and took out a pistol from inside.
"It's me..." Xiang Yimo shouted, quickly wiped away the tears on his face, took a step, walked from behind the wall to the door. Like a child who had done something wrong, he lowered his head and stared at his toes.
When Nangong Han saw it was her, he immediately put away the pistol. He frowned, wondering why she was so thinly dressed. She was only wearing a nightgown. The silk fabric had a soft luster and was draped loosely around her shoulders.
Her figure was made even more slender and thin. His dark eyes gradually moved down, and he saw that she was actually standing on the floor with bare feet, her feet were red with pain, and her small and cute toes were as sparkling and cute as grapes.
Nangong Han's eyes were gloomy and he asked, "Why are you here?"
Xiang Yimo stood still, holding on to her clothes with both hands. She couldn't helplessly watch Chu Zhanjin die! She must save him!
She secretly made up her mind, bit her lip, and gave it a go!
He slowly raised his head, his bright and moist eyes filled with a thin layer of light, and whispered softly: "I miss you!"
I miss you, the simplest words, but Nangong Han's heart suddenly tugged. He stood up suddenly, took off his clothes, and strode towards her. Then he put his coat on her body, "Wearing so little
, do you want to have a fever again?"
Xiang Yimo felt hot on his body, and his warmth and smell were still on his clothes.