Seeing Ning Xiaonuan almost crying, Liu Yang was embarrassed to blame her even though he was panicking.
Liu Yang comforted him: "It's okay, there will always be a solution. As long as we are careful and don't reveal any flaws."
"Um!"
Ning Xiaonuan nodded her head and felt a lot better.
"Xiao Nuan, then go to bed early," Liu Yang said.
"Brother Yang, wait!"
Just as Liu Yang was about to leave, Ning Xiaonuan stopped him.
Liu Yang turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
Ning Xiaonuan didn't say anything, but went straight into the bedroom.
In less than a minute, Ning Xiaonuan walked out of the bedroom, holding a big bag in his hand and said, "Brother Yang, this is for you."
"What?"
Liu Yang looked curious.
Ning Xiaonuan's face turned red and she said softly: "Brother Yang, the weather is getting cold. This is the sweater I knitted for you myself."
"——"
For a moment, Liu Yang was stunned. He never expected that this little girl would knit a sweater for her with her own hands.
"Brother Yang, please put it on and try it on." Ning Xiaonuan took out a black and red sweater directly from the bag: "I don't know if it will fit. You try it."
Liu Yang felt dumbfounded. Shouldn't he ask himself if he was willing to accept it?
If a girl knits a sweater for a man, anyone would think wrong.
What could Liu Yang do? He had no choice but to take the sweater from Ning Xiaonuan's hand, put it on his head, and quickly put it on.
The sweater fits well and the style is nice.
Ning Xiaonuan couldn't help but shine, and asked: "Brother Yang, do you like it?"
"I like it, Xiaonuan, thank you," Liu Yang said with a smile.
Liu Yang took off his sweater. Seeing this, Ning Xiaonuan handed over the bag and asked Liu Yang to put the sweater in it.
"Xiao Nuan, is there anything else?"
Liu Yang asked.
Ning Xiaonuan shook her head: "No more, Brother Yang, good night."
Looking at Xiao Nizi's shy pink face, Liu Yang really had the urge to hug her and give her a kiss.
The atmosphere of being alone with only one man and one woman can really stimulate the surge of male hormones.
"Good night!"
Liu Yang waved to Ning Xiaonuan and left Ning Xiaonuan's home.
The female model ghost in the apartment where Ning Xiaonuan lives is no longer there and has been reincarnated because Lei Wenhao, the murderer, has been arrested and brought to justice, and the female model's body was cremated by her parents.
At this time, when Liu Yang opened the door of his apartment, he found that the light in the living room was on, and Ye Wanyu was sitting on the sofa in the living room, looking at her mobile phone.
Ye Wanyu and Liu Yang looked at each other and said, "You're back!"
"Um!"
Liu Yang smiled and nodded.
But the next second, Ye Wanyu's eyes fell on Liu Yang's handbag and asked: "Liu Yang, what did you buy?"
"When I came back from get off work, I passed by a shopping mall and bought a sweater," Liu Yang said with a grin.
But how did Ye Wanyu know that Liu Yang was a little flustered.
Fortunately, Liu Yang's mind works quickly——
Ye Wanyu said thoughtfully: "Autumn is coming soon, and I didn't bring any autumn clothes. Let's go buy some clothes together on the weekend."
"good!"
Liu Yang nodded without thinking.
"Wanyu, I'm going back to the room first," Liu Yang said.
Fortunately, Ye Wanyu didn't want to see what kind of sweater Liu Yang "bought". If she looked at it, she would immediately see that it was not a bought sweater, but a hand-knitted sweater.
"Liu Yang, have you met the neighbor next door?"
Ye Wanyu asked.
Liu Yang said without blinking: "I haven't seen it before, what's wrong?"
"I met yesterday, a pretty little girl who came to Jinling to work at such a young age." Ye Wanyu frowned and said, "She doesn't look like a rich person's child.
Can you afford such a nice apartment and live alone?"
"——"
Liu Yang never expected that his cold and beautiful wife would also like to gossip.
This is not good news!
Liu Yang didn't know what to say.
"Just now I heard the door open next door. It was very soft, as if I was afraid that others would hear it. It gave people a sneaky feeling." Ye Wanyu said with an unhappy face: "Maybe this little girl was brought here under the care of someone.
living."
"——"
At this moment, Liu Yang's scalp felt numb.
"Maybe," Liu Yang said bravely.
Ye Wanyu snorted again and said: "Such a young girl, just out of society, how can she resist the temptation of money, and I don't know any rich boss, she is really worse than a pig or a dog."
Liu Yang had a splitting headache, and in his heart, he hated Jiang Shiya even more.
Jiang Shiya, you definitely want to kill me!
"you do not say!"
Liu Yang said angrily: "It's a proper animal."
There is no one who scolds himself. However, Liu Yang is scolding himself now.
"Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Originally, I wanted to invite this little girl to my house for a meal. Seeing that she lives alone outside, we have to take care of each other. Now it seems, forget it," Ye Wanyu said lukewarmly.
Obviously, Ning Xiaonuan's image in Ye Wanyu's mind has been greatly reduced.
"Um!"
Liu Yang nodded and said nothing more.
"Okay, I'm going back to my room to go to bed. You can go to bed early."
After saying that, Ye Wanyu stood up and returned to her bedroom.
When he heard the door closing, Liu Yang could finally let go of his superb acting skills, but now he looked sad and his face turned a little yellow.
What the hell is this!
"Ding!"
When Liu Yang just returned to the room, his mobile phone received a text message that his bank card had arrived.
Looking at the string of zero numbers displayed in the text message, Liu Yang felt nothing at all.
700 million was received.
700 million, what is the concept?
This is wealth that ordinary people cannot spend in a lifetime. It is left in the bank to earn interest, and they cannot eat all the delicacies every day.
It's a pity that Liu Yang is an immortal cultivator, and in this mortal world, he has no interest in money.
If an ordinary person received so much money, he would probably be so excited that he could not sleep for several nights.
The night is getting darker——
At this time, Wenren Qiluo stood in front of the study window, looking at the night scene in the distance.
Behind Wenren Qiluo, stood some of her most sincere subordinates.
"Miss--"
One of them said with a gloomy look on his face: "I heard that the Kyoto forces behind Qinglong will be coming to Aurous Hill in the next two days. What should we do now?"
Wenren Qiluo was holding a glass of red wine, her face a little pale.
"I don't know -" Wenren Qiluo shook her head and said, "We don't even know which force it is, so how do I know what to do?"
Wenren Qiluo and her men knew that being able to support an underground force that could become hostile to her within one or two years was definitely not something she could provoke in Kyoto.