Quick Wear: A skilled hunter is numb from being kissed by his prey

Zhou Yu's smile froze. After this, he couldn't laugh anymore.

After chatting and laughing, Nan Jing lowered his voice.

"I checked that Yue Tong a few days ago. There is no such person in China. He must have been born abroad. Which country did Mr. Wang get into trouble in?"

Zhou Yu's face changed slightly: "You mean... seriously injured and rescued, that means he really tried his best to save Zhiyue, it shouldn't be."

Nan Jing sneered: "Rescuing a seriously injured person may be out of kindness, or it may be something else. Who knows what he is thinking?"

Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes: "According to your thinking, a high school student was the first to find the crime scene, which is indeed suspicious..."

"Boss Wang is in trouble in Country R. The Yun Group subsidiary there is doing very well. Why not ask Uncle Yun directly?"

Nan Jing shook his head: "Uncle Yun's way of handling the matter afterwards is very strange. There is no reason not to let Zhiyue thank you. Let's investigate first."

The two were silent for a while, and Nan Jing's face darkened: "Are you not leaving yet?"

Zhou Yu was stunned: "No, I came here in person for these things, and I didn't even drink a sip of water. Are you chasing me away?"

Nan Jing stood up, poured a glass of cold white wine and placed it in front of him: "Drink it and go."

"Bang." The door closed right against my nose.

Standing outside the door, Zhou Yu, who had only drunk half a sip of water and hadn't even had time to put on his coat, said: "..."

He said with a fake smile: "Good brother."

Yun Zhiyue kicked the tiger hard on the butt and ran away. She stayed in the room for several hours but couldn't stand it any longer.

Carefully open the door and peek into the hall.

I was relieved when I didn't see him. He should have gone to work. Although it was the weekend, Nan Jing, a workaholic, had no days off.

She works seriously, takes breaks seriously, and is determined not to work overtime as a social slave.

I opened the door and let myself go. The refrigerator was already filled with fruits and snacks.

He happily took a few packets and ran to the sofa to turn on the TV.

As she watched, she felt something was wrong, as if someone was staring at her.

She turned around slowly and mechanically, and saw Nan Jing, wearing casual home clothes, leaning against the door of the master bedroom, looking at her playfully.

Yun Zhiyue was so scared that the dried pineapple in her hand fell to the ground. She stood up and ran to her bedroom.

Halfway through, he was lifted up by the waist and pressed against the door. Nan Jing mocked him, "Where are you going, you short legs?"

Yun Zhiyue didn't even bother to retort and struggled wildly.

Nan Jing naturally wouldn't let anyone escape. Yun Zhiyue was dressed lightly, in a pure white short-sleeved shirt and grey casual pants.

As the two were fighting and struggling, there was a "ripping" sound, and the white short-sleeved shirt was torn from the collar to below the stomach.

Yun Zhiyue swore that this was not her doing, but it was very timely...

She hurriedly pushed people away to cover up her exposed amorous feelings: "Nan Jing, get out of here!"

The joking expression on Nan Jing's face disappeared, and he held her hands behind her back: "You can't go away."

"Yun Zhiyue, I told you not to wear this kind of clothes in front of me. If you didn't listen, you will suffer the consequences."

Gazing at the pure white half-covered and half-exposed mountain, he lowered his head without any hesitation.

The softness of the lips and the heat of the tongue tip made Yun Zhiyue instinctively arch her body, as if she wanted to sacrifice herself.

[Strategy level, 56...57...58...] Samsara Stone counted excitedly.

A joyful laugh escaped from Nan Jing's throat, and he began to kiss her more passionately, even leaving ambiguous red marks.

Yun Zhiyue's face was as red as sunset glow at this moment, and she said with tears in her eyes: "Nanjing... Nanjing, you are sick, let me go."

Nan Jing raised his eyes, letting Yun Zhiyue look directly into the lust in his eyes, and moved closer, wanting to kiss her lips.

Yun Zhiyue resisted and started to move away. Nan Jing was not surprised at all and once again touched the snow-white neck that he had only touched briefly last time.

The kiss stopped only when Yun Zhiyue choked up and sobbed.

"I never like to joke around. If I do, it means I'm 100% serious about it. Think about it carefully."

After sucking on the collarbone for a final moment, Nan Jing let go.

Yun Zhiyue wanted to raise her hand to slap Nan Jing, but her wrist was grabbed and rubbed: "Do you want to continue?"

Yun Zhiyue was so angry that she yelled, "Bastard." Then she ran back to her room crying.

Nan Jing went out for a while in the company because of something in the afternoon. When he came back, he found that Yun Zhiyue had moved out.

There was a piece of white paper pasted on his bedroom door, with two big characters written in a flamboyant style: Break off friendship.

Nan Jing looked at the paper without showing any expression and pushed the door into Yun Zhiyue's room.

In the bedroom, the fresh grass scent of Yun Zhiyue filled his whole body. He walked to the big bed where Yun Zhiyue had slept and lay down.

He muttered to himself, "We can end our childhood sweetheart relationship, but the others are just the beginning."

When Yun Zhiyue knew that the progress of the strategy had reached 60, she decisively went home and blocked all contact information of Nan Jing.

He said that he was doing well at Nanjing and planned to return to the Yun family to work as a secretary for his father.

Yun's father naturally had no objection. He was in a very good mood to take his daughter to work every day.

Mother Lan's eyes looked a little strange. She knew her daughter well. Could it be that she had some conflict with Nan Jing and came back unable to bear the anger?

Sure enough, a few days later, Nan Jing called and said that he had said something harsh at work, and Zhiyue got angry and blocked him.

Lan's mother showed an expression of "as expected" and assured Nan Jing that she would arrange an opportunity for them to meet and reconcile.

At this time, Yun Zhiyue, who was working at Yun’s company, had no idea that she was about to be sold out by her mother.

But even if they knew, they would probably laugh secretly, thinking it was a beautiful assist.

Life at Nan's is so frustrating, but life at my own company is so free.

Not only did he arrogantly share a table with the chairman, but his desk was also openly filled with food and drinks.

The chairman of the group would often ask her if she had enough to eat and if she wanted to buy some more. It was so pleasant.

While eating dried fruit, Yun Zhiyue suddenly asked, "Dad, are you still in touch with Yue Tong? Are his parents angry that something happened to their child in our house, so they don't want to see me?"

Father Yun, who was originally looking at his daughter happily, suddenly froze in expression. He then picked up the cup of water and drank to hide his momentary awkwardness.

"Why are you asking this? That matter has passed. There is no need to mention it again."

Yun Zhiyue was just asking casually. After all, she was the puppet body, so she should care about what happened in the past.

The amiable dad drank the water strategically, which aroused her interest.

"Dad, your reaction is wrong. You keep talking about your friends' children, but which friend is so close to you? How come I have never seen or heard of any of them?"

"You didn't make it up, saying Yue Tong is a bastard or something. Did you hide your blood because you were afraid of being found out that you have the same blood type as me when you donated it to save people?"

"puff"

Not a single drop of green tea was wasted and it sprayed all over the girl's face.

Father Yun looked as if he had been struck by lightning: "My dear daughter, is your brain...not so good? Do you want me to make an appointment with a doctor for you?"

"Blood transfusion to save lives? Which hospital doesn't have a blood bank? What are you thinking about? I have an illegitimate child...won't your mother kill me?"

"Go, go, go out and play, don't delay my work."

Yun Zhiyue, with tea all over her face, was kicked out. She looked increasingly weird. Wasn't it obvious that her father was guilty?

Otherwise, why would you spray tea? He is really a bastard... Can't the crow's mouth guess it right?