Nan Zhihong was slightly surprised when he received a call from Yun Qiao.
They know each other, but they never interact.
After Nan Zhihong returned to China, he started working in a company that his coal boss father invested casually and lived the most ordinary life.
With the disappearance of Hydra, he was completely cut off from his past life.
He even listened to his mother and considered marriage.
It's just that his mother has never chosen a good candidate for marriage. She has been picking here and there, and she has been spoiled for choice.
His regular life has made his wheat-colored skin fade slightly, and the tattoo on his shoulder has gradually changed color.
The wind and sand of life are shaping him and changing him.
Yun Qiao's call suddenly reminded him of the past.
The gunfire and bullets and lavish spending in the past are still vivid in my mind.
He cannot adapt to the normal life of urban people.
Nan Zhihong was in a daze for a moment. Yun Qiao was about to finish speaking, but he didn't hear clearly, so he asked: "What?"
"I said, Mr. Ning has returned to China, do you want to get together with him?"
Yun Qiao repeated it.
Nan Zhihong was slightly happy: "Where are they?"
Yun Qiao: "I've reserved a private room for you at Zui Feng Pavilion for eight o'clock in the evening."
Nan Zhihong thanked him and asked, "Are you going?"
"No, let's talk."
Nan Zhihong: "Has Ayan returned to China?"
"He didn't."
Nan Zhihong felt slightly disappointed.
Qu Xinnan was having dinner with a few friends. There were some luxury cars in the parking lot of Zui Feng Pavilion, but Qu Xinnan still saw Nan Zhihong's car at a glance.
She lamented: "My dream car!"
Friends all looked over.
No one dislikes this car, no one is not impressed, except for one person who was disappointed and said it was just so-so.
"Is this the coal boss's son's car?"
a handsome guy asked.
Qu Xinnan: "Yes."
"It would be a bit mysterious to take over after his family goes bankrupt."
The handsome guy said, "Xinnan, why don't you just marry him and take this car as a betrothal gift."
If we get divorced in two years, we will need this car as alimony."
Qu Xinnan: "What a great idea, you are such a fucking genius!"
The crowd burst into laughter.
Qu Xinnan and others looked at the car again and again, and some even took photos.
There were several people nearby who also came to eat. Seeing this, they all gathered around and talked about the car.
"I don't like the color."
I don’t know who said something.
Qu Xinnan: "This is the most perfect gray, with the most comfortable saturation..."
She praised the car very much.
From the body, color, interior, engine, exhaust holes, etc., there is nothing I don’t understand.
It's a pity that its owner is rich and refuses to sell it.
Qu Xinnan really wants to buy it.
However, its owner said that it could be married, but would not be sold.
...marry his big-headed ghost!
There are so many handsome young men out there, but not everyone has a perfect, almost mythical Bai Yueguang living in their hearts.
If you don't want to marry a good person, you must marry him and challenge such a high level of difficulty?
Qu Xinnan didn't want to.
"If my brother has a good relationship with him, maybe he can be tricked."
Qu Xinnan said again.
Everyone: "A beauty trick?"
Qu Xinnan: "..."
Someone behind him said with a cold tone: "I'm not interested in men.
You can try the honey trap."
Everyone turned around.
Everyone is a little embarrassed.
The onlookers immediately dispersed, and Qu Xinnan’s friends also laughed and went to find their own cars.
Qu Xinnan was left where he was.
Nan Zhihong: "Haven't seen enough?"
"Let me drive it for a few days."
Qu Xinnan said, "One week.
I can help you with two things, or three things.
I can even give you money to rent."
Nan Zhihong's face was expressionless. His tough and handsome face was serious but indifferent: "You can marry me."
"Aren't you afraid of climbing high?"
She smiled and said, "Just borrow it."
"No borrowing."
"I can understand if you don't want to borrow it. After all, if it were my wife, I wouldn't want to borrow it, but..."
"The car is not my wife, I just don't want to lend it to you."
South Hong Road.
Qu Xinnan: "..."
Good boy, I don’t believe you will never ask for help in your life!
Nan Zhihong said he was going to pick up a gift from the car, but he forgot to pick it up when he got out of the car, and it took him half an hour to get back.
"...I met a group of rich second-generation people who were full and full and gathered around to watch my car.
They are utterly boring and their lives are superficial and vulgar.”