Miguel raised his hand and agreed, "This kind of violent man is the last thing you want! If it were me, I would simply not cook for you and ignore you from now on. This is in line with the style of a violent authoritarian pervert."
!Think about it, I’m so angry, how could I still do it?
To endure my own anger and dissatisfaction and prepare dinner for you with my own hands, wouldn’t it be disrespectful to a man’s dignity? What’s more, I am still the head of the four major families. If it weren’t for the woman I love so badly, she would never be there at all.
It would be impossible to get what I did..."
"Okay!" Xiaoyu raised his hand and interrupted speechlessly, "I know Nangong Tou's temper and style best. If it comes to this, he will be merciful if he doesn't kill you and kill me. I hope he can eat him again.
A hand-made banquet? I guarantee it’s impossible! You should contact the headquarters as soon as possible and get to work..."
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…
So two hours later, when he saw the dazzling array of dishes in front of the dining table, a chef-level dinner that was even richer and more delicious than lunch and only Nangong Tou could make it, Xiaoyu was stunned. He was really stunned for more than ten seconds without saying anything.
"Look..." MiG whispered next to her, "I'm just saying that a man who doesn't love you to a certain extent cannot look at me with such hatred that even cutting him into pieces wouldn't be enough to vent his anger...
…”
Miss Yu felt like she had been slapped in the face.
He was still beaten by himself.
Although very loud.
But, surprisingly, it didn't hurt at all.
On the contrary, my heart felt warm, pounding, and chaotic, which was very strange.
“Wow, so rich!”
Azi, who came downstairs, saw the various delicacies on the table and walked over quickly. While looking at it, she sighed, "It's more abundant than the Chinese New Year. Brother Shitou must have made it so high. I haven't eaten it in a long time."
Brother Shitou has cooked so many rare and top-quality delicacies..."
"No." Sunny walked from the side, pulled up his seat, sat down, and answered, "Except for the tenth wedding anniversary of Mom and Dad, it's been a long time since I've seen my brother cook so many grand dinners in person.
We really have a good few days -!"
Although he was speaking to Azi, his eyes glanced at Xiaoyu intentionally or unintentionally.
Xiaoyu was silent without saying anything. After asking Miguel to sit next to him, he made some introductions and then started to eat.
"Where's the handsome uncle?" After Yan Xiaoyu's words and deeds, threats and inducements, Ya Meier finally got rid of the bad habit of calling Nangong Tou "babi", "Why don't you come to have dinner with us, handsome uncle?"
"Uncle Handsome has been busy all afternoon today. In the evening, he has to listen to the reports from the German branch personnel, and is busy determining the position, planning the route, and rescuing your brother. Therefore, Uncle Handsome will not have dinner with us tonight. Besides..." Look
After glancing at Xiaoyu, Qingtian whispered, "There's someone here who doesn't welcome the bad uncle..."
When Yaya heard this, she raised her head and glanced at her mommy who was sitting with her blond brother. She frowned, frowned, and pouted at her mommy, looking like she couldn't stand her.
Zhuang Zhuang was more direct, shouting directly to Xiaoyu, "Mommy is a bad person!"
Xiaoyu is sweating...
Looking at the people at the table looking at me, I felt like I couldn't eat anymore.
She originally thought that Nangong Tuo would cook the meal herself after being so provoked by her. She was a little touched by this condescending spirit. However, everyone at the table was targeting her, even Yaya, who loved her the most.
What's the matter with Zhuangzhuang's elbows turning outwards? It's only been a few days, Nangong Tou, you must be too good at winning people's hearts...
"Have a meal!"
He simply put a piece of meat in Miguel's bowl and said angrily, "Eat more, don't let them live up to the wishes of Young Master Tou and Uncle Handsome."
However, Miguel actually stood up, sighed sadly at her, put the meat back, and said regretfully, "Unfortunately, I am a vegetarian recently and don't like eating meat..."
After saying that, he stood up, picked up the plate and fork, sighed and muttered to himself, and walked to the corner to do it.
Yan Xiaoyu was dumbfounded——
What is going on?
Why did Mao Lian, her fellow party members and her own subordinates who were tasked with commanding officers, turn against her?
What kind of magical power does Nangong Tou have? He can't buy people off with just one meal, can he?
then.
Under the pressure of everyone's eyes and the low-pressure atmosphere, Yan Xiaoyu was finally sent to personally carry dinner to Master Tou's room to deliver the meal——
She was unwilling to do so, and even walked up the stairs very slowly. However, forced by the threats from the eyes of everyone behind her, she bit the bullet, raised her hand, and knocked on the door.
"Come in."
In the room, the man's deep voice answered. No emotion could be heard. He only felt more depressed than usual. Xiaoyu bit his lip, and finally turned the doorknob and walked in.
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"yes——!"
When Yan Xiaoyu walked into Mr. Tou's house and closed the door, a group of people clenched their fists almost simultaneously and looked at each other with victorious eyes.
"Sister Azi, you can now act based on your looks. You cooperate very well!" Qingtian praised.
"Of course, it's about Brother Shitou's life's happiness." A'Zi chuckled and raised her hand to promise, "Besides, ever since Mommy and Daddy found out about the appearance of someone similar to Sister Yu at Aunt Sheep's place, she
I was ordered to come with Uncle Tang, fully assist Brother Tou in the investigation and try to bring them together, and try our best to make up for the harm we did to Sister Yu back then. I do what I say, and I have an important responsibility..."
"However, this little brother is still awesome."
Glancing to the side, Qingtian looked at MiG sitting aside, "We have only met twice, and I know how to observe the situation and the situation. Those who know the current affairs are heroes. I am very smart."
"Well...you are too polite..."
Miguel was modest and embarrassed, and raised his face to look at Wei An, who was sitting opposite.
Wei An smiled at him and made a gesture of thanks.
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After dinner, everyone left the table——
When only Wei An and Nangong Mo were left, he helped her stand up and prepared to go upstairs. Nangong Mo asked, "Have you seen the young man named MiG this afternoon?"
"Yeah," Wei An nodded, "While my sister was working with him in the afternoon, he came out to get a drink. I saw him and talked to him."
"What did you say?" Nangong Mo asked, looking at her with an interested expression, "Just two minutes is enough for you to tell him all the details and convince him not to act too seriously and choose to stand between you and him.
Is Ah Zi clearing her mind?"
"Of course it's not enough."
Qingtian smiled happily, slightly covering her thin lips, "I just went to take care of Yaya and Zhuangzhuang after prenatal care today. I heard Zhuangzhuang say that someone he knew came to the villa, and that person was very afraid of him. The storage room monitor at home
There were many ridiculous scenes in it, showing him panicking and screaming about monsters, and he wanted to show them to me, so I transferred these words to the boy intact..."
"Oh...that's it." Nangong Mo glanced at her, sighing in disbelief, "Inform the promising FBI detective that you have a video in your hands that you want to burn. Our upright and kind-hearted Miss Wei'an
, and also learned to threaten people..."
Wei'an sheepishly shook his head and whispered, "Nangong is a big dyeing vat..."
"It's still funny." Nangong Mo laughed again, "Why didn't I find you so interesting, Miss Wei'an, before?"
Although he has been taking great care of her recently, Nangong Mo has always been polite and spoke in a caring tone of a friend. He never thought that he would speak in this tone. Wei An was startled and his face turned red involuntarily.
This kind of blushing was actually very easy to happen in the past. He never looked at or participated in it like this. It was just one person's imagination.
Now, Wei An was a little at a loss when she suddenly came into contact with his eyes in such a real way.
But after a few seconds, he quickly forced himself to regain his consciousness, shook his head, and hurried upstairs with the excuse of being tired——
Nangong Mo stood there, looking at her back, until she walked into the room, then he lowered his head and looked at his hands, his steady and clear eyes filled with doubts that rarely appeared...
His tone just now was not intentional.
However, he did not deliberately suppress it.
What will happen if this continues?
In fact, he himself couldn't tell clearly.
He has always had such a teaching and junior attitude toward her. With her, the habitual defense has become a habit, so he refused again and again in the past.
But maybe, now, things have changed.
She has been staying by his side for the past few years, working hard and taking care of his daily life...
He had rejected her time and time again, but before her wedding, he saw her face hiding in the grass in the corner while crying until she collapsed...
Ever since she followed Du Sheng, she really no longer appeared in front of her...
Empty rooms, disappearing habits.
Everything is so completely empty.
When he truly feels this kind of loss, this kind of incomparable loss, maybe everything will be different.
However, fate is a strange and cunning thing.
When she approached, he refused.
When he woke up, she said she didn't want it anymore.
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Xiaoyu walked into the room and saw Nangong Tou sitting at the computer desk having a video conference, and then listened to the report of Nangong's subordinates in the screen.
His expression is focused, serious and steady, and his eyebrows are a little more composed and less arrogant than five years ago. The kind of self-confidence that always surrounds him is like a jade that has been stored for many years.
Bury your eyes.
Xiaoyu put down his dinner plate and sat on the sofa, looking at his profile and back, waiting quietly.
She said nothing and looked at his face equally intently.
It had been a long time since she had seen him like this, unscrupulous, focused and sober, without any evasion, looking at him, staring at him, as if she was lost.