In fact, there are two definitions of fate, one is casual fate, which is a chance encounter, and the other is true fate, which means that no matter when, this person will appear at the right place and time when it feels right.

The man in front of her couldn't talk about the second kind of fate, and talking about the first kind was not appropriate enough, so An Nuanzhi felt quite embarrassed.

The person who came was none other than Mr. Huahua—Tian Kemao, no, it should be Mr. Huahua. An Nuanzhi still doesn’t know his true identity.

Tian Kemao saw An Nuanzhi looking at him with watery eyes and looking at him inquiringly. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Girl An, if you look at me like this, I will probably lose a few years of my life."

"Why?" An Nuanzhi was puzzled.

"Because the world says that the eyes of beautiful women have magic power and can suck people's souls in. Oh my, my soul is gone. It seems that I will not live to be forty years old." Tian Kemao made a heartfelt gesture.

, and shook his head seriously.

"Haha." An Nuanzhi laughed out loud, and she thought to herself, "It's good to have friends. Thank you for comforting me and making me happy at this time."

"That's right!" Tian Kemao seemed to have remembered something, "An Cainiu, don't you want to treat me to a drink? Today, I brought wine. Let's have a good drink while the moonlight is nice." Tian Ke

As if doing magic, Mao brought a bottle of wine from behind and two wine glasses, both of which were green.

"Okay, let's sing to each other while drinking wine. Life is like that. It's like morning dew. It's a lot more miserable in the past." An Nuanzhi agreed readily, but in fact, she has a character that will get drunk when she drinks a little.

What exactly it is will be explained later.

"Wine and sing, what's life like? Good poems, good poems! I didn't expect An Cai's daughter to be proficient in all poems, songs, and dances. She is talented and capable." Tian Kemao's eyes added a hint of appreciation, and he looked at An Nuanwei's flawless work.

There was a hint of open-mindedness in her face, and he couldn't help but secretly sigh that An Nuanzhi was different.

After a few glasses of liquor, An Nuanzhi was drunk. Parents, you can think about it. Ancient liquor was brewed from pure grains and did not contain industrial methanol. If An Nuanzhi, who is too drunk, drinks it, what kind of chemical reaction will occur?

The answer is - playing hooligan.

Yes, An Nuanzhi has such a habit of making people cry when she is drunk. Today she was in a bad mood, and this hobby has been infinitely magnified. Usually, Lan Yiluo is by her side to accept her slut.

-Nao, what will happen if you change to Tian Keyao now?

The next morning.

An Nuanzhi woke up from her sleep, her head was still dizzy. In her hand, she turned out to be a piece of men's underwear. Inseparable clothes are the most intimate things. If she didn't take off all the clothes, it would be impossible.

seen.

An Nuanzhi was confused, what happened last night? Why was she holding Tian Kemao's dirty clothes in her hand.

Come to think of it, could it be that she forced Tian Kemao to do that with her?

Various pink thoughts flashed through An Nuanzhi's mind, but because she was so drunk last night that she couldn't remember any details.

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As in the past, An Nuanzhi got dressed and went to work in Chengde Hall. As soon as she stepped inside, everyone in the palace looked at her with strange eyes. They touched their faces and found nothing strange?

An Nuanzhi was surprised. Then, a mystery formed. Could it be that she really did something to Tian Kemao yesterday and caused a storm in the palace?

After entering the Chengde Hall, the atmosphere was solemn and tense, especially Murong Wuhen's face, which was a rare arctic ice color. An Nuanzhi secretly stuck out his tongue and thought to himself, "A big fire-breathing dinosaur, not

It’s so scary to know who provoked her.”

Just as he was complaining, Murong Wuhen unexpectedly stood up and strode towards An Nuanzhi's direction. His gaze seemed to be as heavy as a thousand stones. It was said that a person with a high official rank would be crushed to death. An Nuanzhi thought to himself,

She was just the oppressed and miserable little cabbage at the bottom. Murong Wuhen was in a bad mood. As for her, she was probably going to be in bad luck.

However, unexpectedly, Murong Wuhen did not get angry, but simply said, "Come with me."

"Oh, oh." An Nuan weaved small steps, following each step, and the little drum in her heart was pounding. The calmer Murong Wuhen's attitude became, the more creepy she felt. She just felt that the cold wind was blowing in all directions, blowing away the cold wherever it went.

But what was he going to say, that he had to enter the inner hall?

Entering the inner hall, An Nuanzhi lowered her head and bowed her head in a confession. She had already planned it. No matter what Murong Wuhen said, she would listen and not talk back.

But as soon as she entered, Murong Wuhen's words made her unable to resist. What he said was actually...

"Take off your clothes. All of them!"

ha?

An Nuanzhi half-opened his mouth and was startled.
Chapter completed!