His gaze fell on Xia Xiaonuan’s flushed face. Nangong Yaoling reached out, wrapped his arm around Xia Xiaonuan’s shoulder, and said to Nangong Jinlie, "Okay, Grandpa, I will definitely coax her well! We’ll try our best to make a baby tonight when we get back!"
Nangong Jinlie laughed, "You cheeky boy!"
Xia Xiaonuan’s eye twitched as she glanced at Nangong Jinlie, then looked at Nangong Yaoling with his mischievous grin.
After all this, why did she feel like she had fallen into a trap set by an old fox and a little fox?
*******
A Maserati sports car was parked by the roadside.
Nangong Zhongli watched the big screen on the street, which was reporting today’s Nangong Group press conference.
In the footage, Xia Xiaonuan looked a little nervous, but she handled the reporters’ questions relatively well.
However, when a reporter asked about the marriage between Liang Shaochen and her, she froze for a mont. Looking at Old Sir Nangong, she seed to be pondering how to respond, when Qin Yi suddenly rushed up, face stern, and told the reporter that they were not allowed to ask that question.
Nangong Zhongli clenched her fist and glared hatefully at Qin Yi on the screen.
That man, how annoying!
She took out her phone and dialed a number.
Qin Yi was at ho alone, cooking with an apron on, slicing braised pork.
The Persian cat next to him slled the aroma and was clinging to his leg, its big blue eyes wide open, owing for food.
Just then, the phone in the living room suddenly rang.
Qin Yi quickly turned off the stove and got up to walk to the living room.
The cat also rushed to the living room, its eyes wide as it watched its owner wipe his hands with a tissue before picking up the phone on the sofa.
Qin Yi looked at the na on the screen and froze.
His eyes showed a hint of surprise, and he quickly answered.
"Zhong... Miss Zhong Li?" He stamred a bit from excitent.
A cold voice ca from the other end, "Where are you? What are you doing?"
"At... at ho, cooking?"
"Where do you live?" Nangong Zhongli asked, her face darkening. She didn’t expect Qin Yi to know how to cook. She thought he only knew how to handle guns!
"Huh?" Qin Yi was taken aback for a mont, "Do you... need anything?"
"I need to see you. Tell your address, I’ll co over later."
"Uh... okay... I’ll send it to you..."
"Beep—beep—!" The call had already ended.
Qin Yi stared at the phone for a long ti before coming to his senses.
He picked up his phone again and checked the call log.
It really was Nangong Zhongli! She was actually coming to his house?
He quickly sent her his address.
After sending it, he looked at the clothes on the sofa, the newspapers, coffee cups, and so bottles.
Like many single n, although he sotis tidied up, he had been very busy these last few days, leaving the place in a ss.
Suddenly, he dropped the phone and started to clean frantically.
The cat, unhappy at not getting any food, chased after him, owing.
Qin Yi didn’t have ti to care, "Mimi, she’s coming over to our house! Be good, okay? What to do... it’s such a ss here..."
He stuffed all the clothes from the bed into the wardrobe.
He quickly put all the newspapers and bottles into a garbage bag and stashed it in the storage room.
Then, he swiftly mopped the floor.
After finishing the cooking, he realized he was drenched in sweat. His hair was soaked from the exertion.
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