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

Nan Jing said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Uncle Yun, this is one thing. What you want to give to others belongs to Zhiyue, and Zhiyue is mine."

Father Yun frowned, "Ridiculous, what's wrong with you? I asked for your opinions that day in the hospital. Why didn't you object at that time? Are you trying to show your magnanimity in front of Zhiyue?"

Nan Jing avoided the question and instead talked about a past event.

"Uncle Yun, after graduating from college, you wanted to start your own business, so you had a conflict with your family and were kicked out of the Yun family."

"You knew that the Yun family wanted to force you to go back, and you also realized that no one in Beijing dared to use you, so you held your breath and went to Country R with only enough money to buy a one-way ticket."

"You were a stranger in a strange place, had no money and no friends, and were living on the streets in the most difficult time. That's when you met Yue Tong's father, Yue Xiang."

Father Yun frowned: "Asshole, what do you want to do by investigating my affairs?"

"I'm not doing anything, I just want to use an outsider's perspective to help Uncle Yun wake up. Please listen."

"After you started your own business and had a fortune, you found that you couldn't persuade Yue Xiang to stop crossing the line, so you gave up all your hard work in Country R and returned home."

"After that, it got louder and louder, and I offended too many people in Country R, ​​and I was forced into a dead end."

"Perhaps he felt that he had no other options, so he left Yue Tong to your care. I don't know why, but Yue Tong eventually chose to return to Country R."

Father Yun calmed down and sighed, "It was me who stimulated Yue Xiang when I left, so you should be able to understand Uncle Yun."

"You are the heir of the Nan family. There is no need for you to covet the wealth of the Yun family. Why did you make such a fuss?"

Nan Jing tapped the table: "Uncle Yun, don't you understand? Yue Tong is doing very well in Country R, ​​and is even well-known as a painter and composer."

"But he is Yue Xiang's son. Did those people really let him go out of mercy? If you investigate carefully, you will find that there are always deaths around Yue Tong."

Father Yun's face changed slightly, and his tone was firm, as if he was confirming something: "Those have nothing to do with him, they are just coincidences, and the R country police have proved it."

Nan Jing shook his head: "Uncle Yun, no matter what you have done, or what you feel guilty about, please remember that Zhiyue is innocent."

"I don't accept anything that could threaten Zhiyue's safety appearing in her world. The Yun family belongs to Zhiyue."

A photo was placed in front of Yun's father, and Nan Jing stood up and left.

The photo was exactly the malicious painting that Yun Zhiyue had taken in the art gallery. Yun's father picked it up and looked at it. His pupils shrank, and he was obviously shocked.

Yue Tong was a little surprised that the transfer of shares was suppressed. According to Father Yun's personality, even if Nan Jing obstructed him, he would not leave him alone...

There was a flash of amusement in Yue Tong's eyes. Who gave him this surprise?

Closing his eyes, he began to work backwards, and finally Yue Tong thought of a possibility...

I returned to the gallery, turned on the surveillance, and began to search day by day.

Sure enough, the girl who came to explore the mystery in the middle of the night...

Watching Yun Zhiyue wandering around the art gallery and finally finding the answer accurately, Yue Tong smiled, and was very happy.

She seemed to know him very well, why?

All in all, the time he and Yun Zhiyue spent together was only a brief half semester in high school, and he hardly even talked to her...

Yue Tong touched his chin. It seemed that he had to change his mind. Uncle Yun’s birthday was coming. What gift should he give him?

Although the issue of shares was put on hold, Lan's mother was very angry. She didn't understand why her daughter, whom she had carefully nurtured, was always so stubborn with men.

First, she pursued the boy from the Zhou family for five years and forced him to marry her in a shameful way. Later, he got together with Nan Jing. She was secretly happy that he had good vision this time and gave her shares.

You haven't even gotten married yet, but you've given your family fortune to the other person. Isn't that stupid?

Ben was furious and planned to bring the man back and give him a severe lesson, but Nan Jing arrived first.

Before Lan's mother could ask any questions, she handed over a document.

Lan's mother was confused by this operation, but after opening it and looking at it, she smiled as if she were bathed in spring breeze.

"Xiao Jing, you just came back from the company. You must have worked so hard. Come in and Auntie Lan will make you something delicious."

Nan Jing said gently and politely: "No, Aunt Lan, Zhiyue is still waiting for me to go back to the apartment to cook. I'll go back and eat."

Mother Lan smiled brightly: "You spoil your child. Let her do it next time. Auntie Lan will bring you some fruit. Wait for me."

Lan's mother walked in happily, put the Nan's share transfer contract in her hand into the safe, and then went to get the fruit.

Nan Jing is a very good kid. He pays back double what Zhiyue gives him, showing his sincerity.

I guess she loves Zhiyue so much. Her daughter is really blessed and good days are ahead of her.

Yun Zhiyue, who was lying dead in the apartment, saw Nan Jing coming back safe and sound, and a look of confusion flashed in her eyes. Her mother was not crazy, so what was wrong?

"Nan Jing, how did you deal with my parents?" Yun Zhiyue asked the man who was washing vegetables in the kitchen.

“Where is your sincerity in seeking advice?” Nan Jing glanced at her red lips, full of hints.

Yun Zhiyue looked away, not because she was shy or anything, but because she was a little bored.

Originally, she had some feelings for Nan Jing, but... after all, it was work, and anything related to work would be boring.

When two armies confront each other, they must act with all their might. Now her momentum has declined, and her attack speed is stuck at 95. She has no motivation to do anything.

Seeing that Nan Jing wanted to kiss again, Yun Zhiyue pretended not to understand: "Ah, the sweet and sour pork ribs you made are so delicious, let me try a piece first."

Nan Jing's vision darkened for a moment. He grabbed Yun Zhiyue, who was trying to move sideways to avoid him and carry the dishes, and pushed her against the sink.

He firmly grasped Yun Zhiyue's jawbone, forced her to look at him, and approached her little by little...

Yun Zhiyue's eyebrows were stained with displeasure: "Nan Jing, I'm hungry, let me eat."

As he said this, he reached out to grab the ribs, but his arm was pulled back, and his fingers were just stained with a touch of the ribs sauce.

Yun Zhiyue was a little angry. She looked over and was about to speak when her fingers felt hot...

Nan Jing took her sauce-stained finger into his mouth and sucked it. Yun Zhiyue froze, and when she met Nan Jing's angry eyes, she suddenly felt her face getting hot.

"You...what are you doing?"

Yun Zhiyue bit her fingertips lightly with her teeth. She trembled a little, retracted her hand and was about to run away. She...she was aroused again...

Of course people can't run away.

Her waist was pinched and she was held in his arms. Nan Jing pressed his forehead against hers, his lips touched hers vaguely, and the heat from his breath hit her face.

Yun Zhiyue was angry and took the initiative to shorten the extremely close distance between them, then she bit Nan Jing's lips hard.

The darkness in Nan Jing's eyes disappeared, and he kissed her lips.

She didn't know when the fire in the kitchen was turned off. She only knew that she didn't get to eat her meal, but Nan Jing started eating first.

She was still in the kitchen, but most of her clothes were torn off, and an inexplicable shame swept over her heart.