Ye Chenyu's itinerary was compact, and there were still a few notices to be posted today. Qin Yang accompanied her and Sister Yu for breakfast, told a few safety matters, and then took a taxi back to the Nan Mansion alone.

Unlike the coldness of the past, today's Nan Mansion has become more lively. Many cars parked outside, and people come in and out from time to time.

Qin Yang had just entered the living room and saw Mr. Nan wavering, "Qin Yang, come here."

Qin Yang walked over and said with a smile: "Grandpa, is there something wrong?"

Mr. Nan pointed to the middle-aged woman beside him and said, "I will introduce you to you. The boss lady of Hutchison, the shopkeeper Zhong, is called Aunt Zhong."

Qin Yang saw that although the middle-aged woman was no longer young, she looked charming as if half-old Xu's mother was. Thinking that she might have a little unusual relationship with the old man, she honestly shouted: "Aunt Zhong."

The middle-aged woman waved the handkerchief in her hand, smiled with a delicate face, and said, "Don't listen to the old man's talk, I can be your Grandma Zhong at my age. How can I call Aunt Zhong? It will make people laugh if it is spread."

Qin Yang was sweating for a while. It was indeed an affair.

Qin Yang hurriedly said, "You are not old at all, you should be at most thirty years old."

"Thirty?" The middle-aged woman opened her eyes wide, smiled and shook her flowers and said, "Really? I'm so young."

Qin Yang said with the flow: "If you don't believe me, please ask the old man if he thinks this."

Mr. Nan touched his chin and nodded and said, "That's right, I think it's at most thirty."

The middle-aged woman laughed more and more brightly. She secretly gave Mr. Nan a charming look and said, "Mr., is this the Nan family sister-in-law you often mention? Her mouth is so sweet."

Mr. Nan said with a complacent look on his face and smiled with a pleated face: "How is it? Are you very handsome and energetic?"

Qin Yang was a little speechless when he heard this. Well, although he was indeed very handsome and energetic, and his appearance was better than Song Yu than Pan An. He was a pear blossom that beat the crabapple, but his family praised his family, and it was a blessing that the old man spoke. You know, he was embarrassed to praise him like this.

But who told the old man to tell the truth? When Qin Yang thought about it this way, he accepted the praise calmly.

The middle-aged woman looked at Qin Yang up and down and said with a smile: "It's not bad, a handsome talent, she is simply a natural clothes rack. It seems that I'm here right this time."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and said, "Come on, bring the clothes customized for my sister-in-law and let me try to see if it fits."

Immediately someone brought the clothes to him and said, "My sister-in-law, please come in there."

Qin Yang remembered that Nan Qiaomu measured his measurements a few days ago and asked him what styles and fabrics he liked. He knew that the custom-made clothes were the dress that Nan Qiaomu had to wear at his birthday party. He suddenly understood the profession of Manager Zhong. He smiled and said, "Aunt Zhong, I asked you to send clothes from afar. Thank you for your hard work."

The middle-aged woman chuckled and said, "No, no, no, no."

Qin Yang went into the room to try out clothes. This was a black suit, with very particular materials and styles. He always took care of his clothes. Although he thought it was good, he couldn't tell where it was good. After changing it, he walked out of the room.

When the middle-aged woman saw him coming out, she carefully sorted out her collar and corners for her clothes and said, "So handsome, like a groom."

Qin Yang smiled and said, "Grandpa, Xiao Qiao's birthday party has been booked?"

"I've ordered it, and it's all three days later." Mr. Nan said happily: "I've ordered it earlier and I'm happy. You must work harder and give birth to a little nephew for me earlier."

Qin Yang was speechless. He thought Nan Qiaomu was already very polite, but he didn't expect that the old man had the same virtue as him.

As he was talking, he heard footsteps coming upstairs. Qin Yang heard footsteps and looked at them, and saw Nan Qiaomu walking down from the upstairs.

Unlike the fancy and fancy dresses in the past, Nan Qiaomu's dress today is quite traditional, and she actually wears a cheongsam.

But it really doesn't mean cheongsam. It's a bit like a foreign skirt, combining Chinese and Western styles, combining Chinese and Western characteristics and aesthetics. However, as a result, both colors and styles appear a little complicated.

No matter how good the figure or the face is, an ordinary woman will be frightened from the bottom of her bones when she encounters such clothes. This is a very difficult piece of clothing.

Even Nan Qiaomu cannot fully control it.

But she has a unique temperament, with purple hair and delicate doll-like appearance, which can also highlight a unique beauty and look unique.

Nan Qiaomu found Qin Yang looking at him, smiled and turned around the stairs, and said delicately: "Husband, are you beautiful?"

"Beautiful." Qin Yang responded with a smile, thinking that Nan Qiaomu was wearing this outfit to attend his birthday party, but he was afraid that it would cause a sensational effect.

Nan Qiaomu said again: "Aunt Zhong, is it good-looking?"

Aunt Zhong pursed her lips and said, "It looks so good. As soon as I see you, Aunt Zhong, I feel old."

Nan Qiaomu was even more happy and asked Mr. Nan again, "Grandpa, you didn't even praise him."

Qin Yang and the other two took turns to praise Nan Qiaomu for a while, and Nan Qiaomu went upstairs to change his clothes with satisfaction. Aunt Zhong said a few words to Qin Yang, and left first after receiving the call.

Qin Yang poured a cup of tea for the old man. Mr. Nan drank the tea and said, "What happened last night?"

After the incident happened last night, Qin Yang asked Qian Fengrui to deal with it. In the eyes of outsiders, this matter had nothing to do with him, but he didn't expect that Mr. Nan would ask at this time. He obviously knew it was related to him. He was slightly stunned and said, "I have no clue yet."

Mr. Nan said coldly: "How many days have you been to Hong Kong? It was a car accident and was assassinated. Do you have no idea at all?"

Qin Yang smiled bitterly and said, "The enemy is too cunning, and I can't do anything about it."

Mr. Nan was very dissatisfied with his beard and glaring at him, "Don't think I don't know who you are. I know clearly what you did in Lanhai and Suhang. If you really can't even help you, who can do it?"

"Grandpa, what do you want to say?" Qin Yang said helplessly.

"I need your statement." Old Master Nan said in a deep voice.

Shrugged, Qin Yang said, "Grandpa really plans to hand over the entire Nan family to me?"

"It's not for you, it's for Xiao Qiao, this is her dowry." Old Master Nan smiled strangely.

Qin Yang smiled and said, "Old man, you are trying to tempt me to make mistakes. You know that my willpower has never been very firm."

"You don't need to remind me, don't think I don't know what happened to you and the big star named Ye Chenyu. But I can understand the young and romantic ones. Because she is pretty good, I will reluctantly allow you to accept her as a guest room, and there are many people serving Xiao Qiao." Old Master Nan said lightly.

Qin Yang was about to vomit blood, so he could collect the leaves and Chenyu to make a living, but he could tell.

Judging from Mr. Nan’s knowledge about what happened last night, Qin Yang understood that the old man knew much more than he had imagined. He did not dare to talk about Ye Chenyu more, and instead said, “You asked me what I had, what are your thoughts?”

Mr. Nan did not directly answer his question, and Youyou said: "In the old saying, rabbits will bite people if they are too impatient, not to mention that it is not a rabbit, but a wolf."

Qin Yang frowned slightly, thoughtfully and said, "I still have a hunter around my wolves!"

...

The full moon is in the sky, and the stars are shining.

In the bright moonlight, Qin Yang slowly walked into the private backyard of the Nangong Mansion with a bottle of red wine in one hand and two wine glasses in the other hand.

It was too late at this time, and the servants were already asleep. The moonlight was shining everywhere, and a quiet and rare beautiful scenery. Qin Yang did not look at it at all. His attention fell on the figure on a grass.

The black figure turned his back to him. Although he was sitting on the ground, he was still curvy, with his hair like a black waterfall hanging casually behind his head, blowing away in the wind, floating and scattering.

Seeing the figure, Qin Yang smiled slightly, and felt a sense of throbbing in his heart that he had a private meeting with his lover during the moonlit night. He poured two glasses of red wine, put the bottle on the ground, and strode over.

"You put the wine bottle so far? Why are you planning to treat me to a drink?" The woman turned around, revealing an extremely charming face, and said with a faint smile.

Her voice was extremely light and softer than the moonlight, but it had a softer atmosphere of fox charmingness, which was heart-wrenching.

Qin Yang shook his head, still smiling, handed the red wine glass in his hand, and asked, "When did it come? Why didn't you say hello in advance?"

"I miss you, I'll come." The woman said with a smile.

"It's so honorable." Qin Yang sat down in front of her and said, "If you don't ask me how I know you're here?"

"It's very simple. If you miss me, you will naturally know that I'm here." The woman said with a smile, as if she was a vixen.

Qin Yang smiled bitterly: "Why is such a romantic thing not romantic at all after you say it out?"

"If you soak in the powder pile all day long, how could you remember me? If I hadn't come to you on my own initiative, you would have forgotten what I looked like." The woman said pretending to be resentful.

Although she knows that a woman is acting, she still gives people a feeling of being pity in her bones when she sighs. Even if this woman is so strong, she doesn't need any man in the world to be pity.

"I once heard a saying that roughly means, which man would dislike many women." Qin Yang said.

The woman chuckled and clinked the cup with him. Her red lips were gently removed, allowing the wine to explode on the tip of her tongue, and said, "What, I finally admit that I want to soak me?"

"You are always so direct." Qin Yang sighed.

"I thought you were used to it." The woman pouted.

"Can I say I don't like it?" Qin Yang was helpless.

"Of course you can say that you don't like it, but no matter what you say, I will never show mercy when I play your little ** later." The woman's eyes were slightly flowing, and her smiled charming face.

Qin Yang looked embarrassed: "Can you talk about this later?"

"Of course, no!" After the woman finished speaking, she threw the wine glass out of nowhere and rushed forward. She was wild, and the wildness was full of teasing.

Qin Yang was stunned at first, and he found that the zipper of his pants was opened, which made him cry without tears. How anxious this woman must be? He wanted to talk to her about something. Even if he didn't talk about things, it would be good to talk about the beauty of the world. He would play with the zipper as soon as he came up. How could this be something that a woman could do?

This woman is really unbearable.

No matter what he was thinking, the witch unzipped her pants and reached out to pull it inside, took out his thing, and said with a smile: "You are really used to it. Look, it's all so hard."

Qin Yang said speechlessly and effortlessly: "Can you be more serious?"

The witch gently held the thing in her hand, just like a car was in gear, and she pulled it gently from time to time, saying, "Do you want to tell me that you don't like this?"

Qin Yang sucked lightly and said with a wry smile: "I'm not a casual man."

"I'm very sorry, I'm just a casual woman." The witch smiled and looked charming, and she really stretched out a finger and bounced it up.

Qin Yang was about to collapse, and resisted the urge to push her forcibly and said, "Don't tell me, you came to Hong Kong to do such a thing."

"It's mainly for this matter, and I'll kill a few people to play with it." The demon sticks out his tongue and licks his red lips. Under the moonlight, her red lips reflect a charming light, as if she wants to eat people.

"Who are you going to kill?" Qin Yang asked in confusion.

"Kill the person you should kill." The witch said lightly.

"But why do I feel that the person you are going to kill is me?" Qin Yang felt her soft little fingers gently flicking her place, feeling the comfortable and exciting feeling, and felt a heat flowing in his abdomen, almost dying from the fire.

The witch raised her head and looked at her with big eyes. Her eyes were simple and innocent, as pure as a deer, and she said in a coquettish voice: "Yes, but I will be very gentle."
Chapter completed!