Nahanjue pulled Qingge over, dangled the bracelet on Qingge's delicate white wrist in front of his eyes, glanced at him lazily, "Understood?"
The manager quickly glanced at the note in his hand. His attitude immediately became more respectful, and the look he looked at Na Hanjue was obviously different from just now. "Yes, I understand! I will do it immediately to ensure that nothing goes wrong."
Na Hanjue nodded with satisfaction, put his arm around Qing Ge's shoulders and went out. The waiter asked suspiciously: "Manager, aren't we here not responsible for delivery no matter how distinguished the VIPs are? What happened this time..."
The manager looked at her and said, "Do you know the name of this mall?"
"Nahan!"
"The girl just now was wearing a bracelet that symbolized the mistress of the Nahan family. The boss asked us to deliver it to his house. Do you think we should deliver it?"
"Ah!" the waiter exclaimed softly and covered his mouth, "Then... isn't that boy..."
"Young Master Nahan, right? Apart from him, who else has such temperament and grace?" The manager looked at the place where Nahanjue and Qingge disappeared, his eyes filled with longing.
In the car, Qingge fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist and asked strangely: "Why did he agree to deliver the goods to us as soon as you showed my bracelet?"
"The logos of many companies owned by the Nahan family are the pattern of this bracelet. If he can't even see it, then he doesn't need to hang around here."
"Can't it be fake? Even the nose and chin are fake now, let alone a bracelet?"
"You're stupid!" Na Hanjue patted her on the head, "You'll know if you look at the address again!"
Qing Gehan said, "Yes!"
"That's why I said you were stupid!"
"I'm not stupid?" Qing Ge snorted, "How could I have been deceived by you if I wasn't stupid? If I were a little smarter, I would find a better one!"
"What did you say? Little girl!" Na Hanjue couldn't help but laugh. Why didn't he realize that his Ge'er was so sharp-tongued before?
"I'm telling the truth!" Qingge made a face at him.
The car drove into a quiet mountain road. Na Hanjue pulled over and leaned over. He pinched Qing Ge's earlobes and rubbed them, "Ge'er, I like how lively and smiling you are. Every time I see you smile, I feel...
So happy, so happy!”
Qingge glanced at him, turned away and smiled, "Young Master Nahan, can we not be so disgusting?"
"Little girl! I'm telling you the truth, you actually dislike me!" Na Hanjue gritted his teeth, "Let's see how I punish you!"
What other tricks can he have up his sleeve?
It was just a French-style long kiss. After the kiss, Qingge turned into a puddle of water and fell softly into his arms. Then he let go of her lips, condescending and high-spirited, "How are you? Are you satisfied?"
"You are so annoying!" Qingge punched his chest hard and pushed him back into the driver's seat, "Hurry up and drive, where are you taking me?"
Nahanjue pecked her red and swollen lips hard before starting the car again, "I'll take you to a good place!"
"It's the same as saying nothing!!"
"The road is a bit far, but it's such a good place. Just lean on the back of the chair and rest for a while. I'll call you when we get there!" He fondly touched her head and lowered the back of her chair with one hand so that she could rest.
It's more comfortable to lean on.
She closed her eyes obediently as she sang, the mountain road was a bit bumpy, lingering love songs were playing in the car, the air seemed to be filled with the fragrance of mountain flowers, and she felt peaceful and tranquil in her heart.
