Hearing the na Ning Shishen, Jiang Jingheng’s expression did not change in the slightest.
He said calmly, "He is considerate."
Mu Yan glanced at him, not jealous?
Although she knew this man was petty, she wouldn’t hide anything from him because of it.
At worst... at worst, she would just coax him well.
"What do you want to eat for lunch?" Jiang Jingheng asked.
Mu Yan thought for a mont and said, "I want to eat hot pot, the very spicy kind."
Jiang Jingheng disagreed, "It’s almost that ti for you, you can’t eat spicy."
Mu Yan thought about it, seems like it is.
She pursed her lips and whispered, "How do you rember it more clearly than I do?"
"If I don’t keep track, you would just do as you please?" Jiang Jingheng said with a stern face.
Mu Yan imdiately hugged his arm, looking flattering, "Luckily you’re by my side."
Jiang Jingheng lifted his hand to tickle her nose, "Such a sweet mouth."
"Want to taste it?" Mu Yan’s clear eyes stared at him, hand hooking around his neck, drawing closer.
Their breaths intertwined, adding an ambiguous flavor to the air.
Jiang Jingheng looked at her beautiful eyes, and his heart instantly sank deeply.
He kissed her heavily, like a ravenous wolf.
Mu Yan embraced him in response, tenderly gentle.
She loved his domineering manner, as if his entire heart belonged only to her.
After lunch, Jiang Jingheng left after dropping Mu Yan back to the flower shop.
In the car, he shed his earlier kindness displayed before Mu Yan, exuding a cold, murderous aura.
Since when did she get so close to Ning Shishen.
As a man, he knew very well what Ning Shishen felt about her.
But knowing that she was his, why did he still make a move, wanting to snatch her?
He had known Ning Shishen for many years and understood his temperant.
Rather than saying he is upright and steady, it would be more accurate to call him a hypocrite, so unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn’t want to leave any evidence.
Unless...
Suddenly, the light ahead turned red, and Jiang Jingheng braked, his expression instantly changing.
He—does he know sothing.
Thinking of the photo he saw at Zhuang Yi’s place last ti, Jiang Jingheng’s heart sank even further.
Zhuang Yi could identify Mu Yan, Ning Shishen might be able to as well, what they lacked was evidence.
But recently there was news exposing that Mu Yan didn’t really have the surna Mu, perhaps both sides would beco suspicious.
A flash of sharpness passed through his eyes, his person, no one could dare to take away.
He imdiately dialed Lian Jun’s number.
"Keep a tight watch on Ning Shishen’s every move, if he approaches Mu Yan, notify imdiately."
After hanging up the phone, he looked ahead, his gaze full of gloom.
Paper can hardly contain the fire, but it’s still not ti to reveal.
Not long after returning to the shop, Mu Yan called Ning Shishen.
"Brother Ning, were the sunflowers delivered by you?"
"Yes, do you like them?" the man’s voice warm.
"Thank you, I like them very much." Mu Yan smiled.
"Glad you like them, are you busy with the shop today?"
"A bit, there are quite a few custors." Mu Yan said while looking outside.
"Okay then, I won’t disturb you, let’s grab a al another day."
"I should be the one to treat you." Mu Yan hurriedly said.
"Alright."
Mu Yan hung up the phone and looked at her mobile, softly exhaling, this al seed inevitable.
To avoid soone getting jealous, she could take him along.
In the IOC President’s office, Ning Shishen stared at his phone for a while, his expression extrely gentle.
Just like before, unable to bear any favors from others.
That was good too, it made it easier for him to get close to her.
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