211. Chapter 211 He fell in love with Ning Yazhi? 1
He couldn't help but remind him gently: "Sir, have you fallen in love with Miss Ning Yazhi?" After saying this, he didn't dare to look at Mu Chengfeng's expression. The following crime was definitely not something he, Nuo An, should do.
He is a very well-educated and loyal housekeeper. Everything about Mu Chengfeng is his heaven and earth, so he quickly pretends to be very busy and cleans up the bloody severed hand himself. The bloody living room is quickly dealt with.
There is no trace of it, as if the scene just now had never happened.
And his master was sitting on the sofa with an unpredictable expression. Mu Chengfeng was shocked by Nuo An's words. He fell in love with Ning Yazhi?
Mu Chengfeng repeated the word "like" repeatedly in his heart. The strange thing was that he didn't feel any resistance to these two words.
But there was a deep light flashing in his eyes, and his eyebrows were raised high. If you like someone, you want to completely own her, occupy her, and make her completely yours. If this feeling is like it, he would like it.
Don't mind.
Ning Yazhi in the bathroom felt that the air suddenly became cold. She had just vomited so much that she almost even vomited out her stomach. The bloody severed hand kept replaying in her mind, which was even worse than the last time Liangliang was bitten by a shark.
The two halves made her feel even more disgusting.
Last time, Liangliang's death had nothing to do with her.
But this time, Mary lost her left hand because of her.
That terrifying severed hand seemed to be accusing her that she was a bad woman and she was the one who harmed its owner...
"ah……"
Ning Yazhi covered her face in collapse and screamed, followed by a new round of vomiting.
She almost vomited to death, and then she came out of the bathroom with a pale face. When she got to the living room, she could vaguely smell the lingering smell of blood. She had an urge to escape, and she couldn't face that again.
A bloody, pale severed hand.
Thinking that it was still on the coffee table, Ning Yazhi couldn't move her steps.
Mu Chengfeng was sitting on the sofa, with an extremely advanced and thin tablet computer on his lap. He was lowering his head and working quickly with his fingers. His concentrated look showed no trace of how terrifying he had just been.
At this moment, he is just a man focused on his work.
As if he felt her presence, he said calmly: "What are you doing standing there? Come here."
Ning Yazhi walked over with great hesitation. Her eyes were lowered and she didn't have the courage to raise them up. She stood behind him and said in a weak voice with a hint of stubbornness: "What's the matter?"
Mu Chengfeng raised his eyebrows, as if her reaction was expected.
At this time, her mood must be extremely complicated. She just doesn't know whether the person she hates is him or herself at this moment.
"Come here." He patted the place next to him and motioned for her to come and sit down. His tone was indifferent and could not be refused.
Her back stiffened, she walked over again with her eyes lowered, and then sat on the sofa, still some distance away from him.
Mu Chengfeng's hand stopped, and his extremely handsome face turned slightly to one side. The sculptured lines had a great visual impact from this angle. "You can drink what is on the coffee table." He still said in a very calm tone.
coffee table?
Ning Yazhi's breathing tightened, and her whole body became stiff as if she didn't belong to her. Then she became filled with terrifying anger. She suddenly raised her eyes: "Mu Chengfeng, you lunatic!"
He smiled softly, turning a blind eye to her anger. He stretched out his hand to bring the bowl of things on the coffee table and handed it to her eyes. Ning Yazhi was slightly stunned. Wasn't it Mary's hand?