An Ying was hiding in the lounge and getting dressed slowly, when she suddenly heard Waijianhao and Sister Nightingale talking about herself.
Her curiosity was piqued, and she tiptoed close to the door of the lounge, listening quietly.
"Nangong Yi? It's him again!" Tianjun Haoleng said with a stern face.
This person has been at odds with me over and over again, and now he actually dares to steal information about An Ying.
His eyes were deep, and his anger was instantly aroused.[
An Ying is his only treasure. If some blind people dare to spy on him, then don't blame him for being ruthless.
"Boss, do you want..." Nightingale said in a deep voice.
Tian Junhao suddenly made a stop gesture to her, and Nightingale looked at the boss in confusion.
Tian Junhao stood up and walked quietly to the lounge.
An Ying pressed her ear, hey, why didn't you speak?
She was confused when she suddenly screamed, and a man who was catching eavesdroppers picked her up.
"Wow, you scared me to death." She covered her face, her heart beating violently.
In shock, he glared at Tian Junhao: "Bad villain, you scared me to death!"
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, be good, it's me, baby!" Tianjun Hao was embarrassed, but he didn't expect her reaction to be so big.
He just didn't want An Ying to hear anything about Nangong Yi, and he didn't expect it would really scare her.
He felt so distressed that he patted her back and signaled Nightingale to go out first and talk about something later.
He continued to bury An Ying in the sofa while holding the flushed An Ying in his arms, coaxing her again and again: "Are you still afraid? Did you do something wrong behind my back, so you are so scared, eh?"
Tian Junhao teased her in a funny way, with a charming smile on his lips, which almost instantly attracted all of An Ying's attention.
An Ying lowered her head and didn't look at him. She actually did something wrong and didn't tell Hao, which was the solution to creating humans.
I was about to say something just now, but was interrupted by Sister Nightingale's knock on the door.
An Ying bit her fingers, thinking about whether to continue the previous topic.
"Baby, are you still a three-year-old child? You haven't gotten rid of the bad habit of biting your fingers yet. If you want to bite, just bite my fingers. It's best to lick them. That will be very cute."