After a while, the young master picked up the napkin, wiped the corners of his slightly satisfied mouth, stood up gracefully, walked to the computer in the back room, sat down, and began to deal with business matters.
Completely ignore someone.
Petrified fish...
Fish is depressed...
Who gave birth to this man? How could he deserve a beating and be so shameless?
She didn't want to get entangled with him for the time being. She lowered her head, quickly put away the dishes, left the study and went downstairs.
On the stairs, I met Uncle An who was coming up.
Uncle An couldn't help but feel happy when he saw Xiaoyu bringing down the empty plate. He stared at Xiaoyu with a hopeful look in his eyes, nodded, smiled, and nodded. He stared at her with hair all over his body, then withdrew his gaze and walked in.
study.
The fish was so frightened that when he returned to the kitchen, goosebumps already appeared on his arms.
In this Nangong Villa, do you dare to have a third normal human being besides her?
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Uncle An walked into the study and saw that Master Tou was already waiting for him. Before he could speak, Master Tou asked: "Whose order?"
"What do you think, young master?" An Yan smiled.
Nangong Tou already understood, "Uncle An, borrow your cell phone."
Uncle An nodded and handed over his mobile phone.
After quickly dialing the number, Nangong Tou frowned, leaned on the soft chair, and tapped lightly with his fingers. When he tapped the number for the fifth time, there was the sound of answering the phone and the excited voice of a female voice.
"An Yan, how's it going? It's done! I said it's best to send someone to pretend to be there. No food is useless. Tomato eggs are the most effective. The two most difficult men in the Nangong family were both trained by my mother to use tomatoes and eggs.
You who are holding your stomach, please tell me the results of the battle. How does Miss Yan look like, what is her personality like, what are her skills like, and can she hold our little Tou..."
"Miss Song," Master Tou called, his tone half lazy and half threatening, "You seem to be very free."
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