Dressed as a dragster of a wealthy and easy-going man

After walking some distance away from the box, Nan Jinyuan let go of Mu Zhen and said, "Miss Mu, I'm sorry, my friend offended you." After saying this, he bowed to the other party.

What surprised Mu Zhen was that this Nan San Shao, a Nanda star, would actually apologize to him. He was fundamentally different from those insects.

"It's not the first time I'm offended." Mu Zhen's stubborn tone was filled with contempt.

Nan Jinyuan is not used to getting along with Yun Xiangfei now. He seems to be worse than before.

"I'm sorry, please go back quickly. I'll say hello to your manager later. He won't embarrass you." Nan Jinyuan didn't know how to comfort her, so he had to ask her to leave here temporarily, hoping that she could forget what happened just now. unhappy.

Mu Zhen nodded to him, got on the elevator and walked downstairs.

After taking two steps back, Nan Jinyuan stopped and sent a message to Yun Xiangfei saying that he was back.

After a while, the driver from the Nan family rushed to Jinzun, found the third young master's car in the parking lot, and took him back to Nanzhai.

The window of the black car parked opposite his car was lowered, and the hip-hop man was sitting in the car, reporting the situation to Yun Hanchuan.

I only heard the other end of the phone say: "Yun Xiangfei is an idiot who can't handle small things well. Go tell him that if Nan Jinyuan wants to cooperate with him, he has to change his thinking and stop using his vulgar taste to corrupt others. This will only It will be counterproductive.”

"Understood, Mr. Yun." The hip-hop man hung up the phone, got out of the car and walked into the golden bottle.

Xiang Xiang, who was writing code based on the ideas provided by Jin Yang, looked at the car lights and looked at the time in the lower right corner of the computer. It was just after eleven o'clock. It should be Nan Jinyuan. He was the only one who went out at home. He came back so early. It's not like his style. Isn't it fun outside?

He tilted his head and focused his gaze on the computer screen.

After getting off the car, Nan Jinyuan looked up and saw that there was still light in Mi Yatou's room on the third floor. He lowered his head and felt inexplicably disappointed. He actually didn't like the nightlife outside. Things he found interesting before now only found them boring and his interest was waning. It was really strange.

As soon as she waved her hand on the keyboard twice, she heard a slight knock on the door.

Xixi walked to the door quietly and opened the door. When she saw that it was Nan Jinyuan, she lowered her voice: "What are you doing?"

"I came to see my son."

"What are you looking at? What time is it?" Xiang looked back at the little guy on the bed, "He's asleep. I'll look at it tomorrow."

"What are you doing, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Nan Jinyuan burped after saying this, and the smell of alcohol went straight to him.

She pinched her nose and glanced at him, "You don't understand even after I told you, go back and go to sleep." After saying that, she was about to close the door, but was held down by Nan Jinyuan.

"Do you have anything else?"

"I think……"

"No, you don't want to." Xi likes to stop him quickly. This guy doesn't want her to cook supper again, does he?

"You go make some instant noodles yourself, I'm going to bed."

Nan Jinyuan sighed, "I don't want to eat late night snacks, can you chat with me?"

"Nan Jinyuan, I am not your close sister, and I don't want to hear your complaints." I love myself and have a lot of troubles, so I don't have time to listen to other people's unhappiness, and don't pass on negative energy to myself.

"You girl..." Nan Jinyuan raised his hand to touch her head, but he quickly dodged it.

"Nan Jinyuan, if you have something to say, please tell me. If you use your hands or feet, be careful and I will beat you."

"Can't you be nicer to me, girl? You know how to beat me all day long." After Nan Jinyuan said this, he looked at her aggrievedly.

"Hey, it's true, Nan Jinyuan, if you don't act normal, believe it or not, I'll slap you to death." She couldn't stand a grown man acting coquettishly, "Wait for me for a while."

I like to turn around and put on my coat, save the code I wrote, and walk downstairs with my mobile phone.

"Here!" Nan Jinyuan handed over a can of beer.

"You still drink?" Xiang took the opened beer.

"Just this can of beer." Nan Jinyuan sat next to her and took a big sip.

After glancing at Nan Jinyuan, she also took a sip, "Why, do you have someone you like?"

"Ok!"

"Who is it?" Xiang Xiang tilted his head and was about to eat melon.

"you!"

"Pfft..." Xixi sprayed Nan Jinyuan with a sip of beer, and she stood up quickly, "Nan Jinyuan, I'll give you a chance to say it again."

"Hahaha..." Nan Jinyuan laughed, "Look at you, don't worry, your type is not my type. I like tall beauties with curvy fronts and backs, not short melons like you. An ugly yet fierce woman.”

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but the more she heard Nan Jinyuan's words, the more unhappy she became. Short winter melon? What does it mean to be ugly? This man is indeed worthless.

Nan Jinyuan took out a tissue and handed it over, "Hurry up and wipe the beer from the corner of your mouth. Don't accidentally hurt this girl, okay? I'll scare you. How could I, Third Young Master Nan, fall in love with you?"

"You can only say this once, otherwise you know the consequences." After the warning, Xixi took the tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Nan Jinyuan lowered his head, took a sip, and whispered, "Am I that bad?"

"No, it's not bad. Overall, he's better than most second-generation rich people." Xi Ai sat back on the sofa and kept some distance from him, "He's kind-hearted, and he has some bad attributes."

"Just tell me that I'm a dog, and you have to beat around the bush." ​​Nan Jinyuan leaned on the sofa, staring at the dim ceiling.

After Shanghua died, he was always empty in his heart. He couldn't find the energy to do anything, and he didn't want to do anything. He didn't even want to care about Nanxun's affairs. I always feel that I have failed in life and am missing a lot of things.

He also wanted to stay away from his former friends because he couldn't stand their behavior. In the past, he had the idea that if he did something outrageous on that occasion, he would just spend money to deal with it, and he would not condemn himself at all in his conscience. But seeing Yun Xiangfei's behavior today, he felt bored and even felt a little sick. This made him a little out of place, and he instantly became a different person.

He seemed to be walking into a fog, unable to find his direction or see his future.

"Nan Jinyuan, what do you want to do?" Xixi complained in his heart: Third Young Master is still too happy. If he couldn't afford to eat, he wouldn't have these worries.

The plot says that Nan Jinyuan failed to get investment from his eldest brother, and then he followed Yun Xiangfei around, gradually becoming alienated from his eldest brother, and completely turning into a playboy. Now he has not turned into that scene, but he has the troubles of maturing. The third young master finally shows signs of growing up.

"I don't know." Nan Jinyuan shrugged.

"Then let me interview you. How did you come up with the idea of ​​making games?" Aiyi pretended to have a microphone in his hand and handed it over.

"First of all, I heard that this emerging industry is very profitable; secondly, I am jealous that my eldest brother is an entrepreneur at a young age and has brought Nanhai into the top 500. Looking back at myself, I have accomplished nothing." Nan Jinyuan raised his head and took a sip of beer. , paused for a while, and then said: "So, I also want to make some achievements to prove that I am no worse than my elder brother."

Ai looked sideways at him, "What's the result?"

"It's too difficult. It's a hundred times harder than I imagined. I'm not as capable as my elder brother, so I can't control it at all." Nan Jinyuan sighed, "If you weren't willing to help me, maybe I would have given up long ago. If it weren't for... …”