"So... you woke me up first thing in the morning just to brag to me that you made it to base?"

Yu Jianing rubbed her temples, looking somewhat tired, with a faint redness around her eyes.

Today is the second day after she received the injection of the water-soluble solution.

Chu Moyan hesitated for a few seconds: "Not entirely... I want to learn some skills from you..."

"???"

Xiao Ning glanced at her; the bright hickeys on her neck were somewhat glaring.

Just as I was about to tell her to get lost, I suddenly remembered something!

Shut up... You're a married woman now, aren't you?

With a shift in her lecherous gaze, the sleazy woman stretched out her long legs, hooked her waist with her knees, and pulled her back a little.

He put his arm around her neck and whispered something very intimate in her ear:

"I can teach you, but the best teaching is practice... um~"

The despicable woman let out a soft moan and decisively pushed Chu Moyan away.

But the former still held her foot in his hand, squeezing it neither too hard nor too softly:

"Yu Zhiyou, your feet aren't cold anymore! Has your kidney deficiency been cured?"

"Get lost! You're the one with kidney deficiency!"

Xiao Ning kicked her away. Ever since Chen Xing tickled her with a feather last time, she found that her feet and waist had become extremely sensitive? They were almost on par with her lips!

If you touch her for even a little while, she'll uncontrollably go limp all over...

Huh!

What's with this damnedly manipulated sense of perspective?!

Chu Moyan smiled awkwardly, then shamelessly pressed herself against him again:

"My dearest friend, please teach me! If I learn, I'll treat you to a meal..."

Perhaps annoyed by her nagging, Xiao Ning beckoned to her with her finger, leaned close to her ear, and whispered something with a mischievous smile.

"W-w-w-w-! Is this even going to work?!"

The girl blushed and took several steps back, as if some strange door had been opened for her!

"Why don't you try it and you'll see!"

"I guarantee Xiaowen will cry her eyes out, and with perfect rhythm!"

After saying that, Yu Jianing yawned, indicating that she could leave, and then quickly crawled back into bed.

He looked lazy, as if he wanted to catch up on sleep.

Xiao Yan opened her mouth, wanting to ask how she knew, if she had tried it, but she held back.

There was a hint of skepticism and a "what's the use" attitude in them!

Tonight… um…

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Meanwhile, Shen Fuyao and An Wanhe went out to buy breakfast.

Because Xiaoyan and Xiaowen's injuries haven't healed yet, the Morning Stars will have to stay in the hospital for a while longer.

The young artist felt it wasn't right to always let the oil king buy breakfast by himself, so he followed along, thinking he could familiarize himself with the shop and come by himself tomorrow.

"Actually, it doesn't have to be so complicated. I can't stay in the hospital, so I just came out for some fresh air and bought it on the way."

Shen Fuyao said indifferently, not taking it seriously at all.

"I can't stay still either, so I'll just go downstairs for a stroll..."

As soon as Wanhe finished speaking, she noticed that the oil king's eyes had changed.

Just a little bit...

"Baby, do you want to find an opportunity to be alone with me? Just say you have a crush on me...blah blah blah."

"Um...you're still the same old oil king, not changed at all..."

The little painter's eyelids twitched slightly, and he silently chose to ignore it.

But then Yu Jianing suddenly popped into my head?

It seems that sometimes...

What that scumbag woman said…

Not much different from the oil king, right?

After all, what respectable person calls themselves "older sister" every day?

But why don't I feel she's oily?

An Wanhe fell into deep thought, her gaze lingering on the incessantly talking Shen Fuyao for a few seconds...

"Oh! I think I know the difference now!"

She clenched her fist and slammed it against her palm, her face showing a look of sudden realization!

Xiao Ning's appearance and personality are both the kind that are particularly seductive, particularly improper, and tempting to commit crimes.

When she makes dirty talk...

Hmm... it's like she's been sending signals to... her, whoever she's talking to... asking for sex?

If this were a BL (Boys' Love) story... she'd probably be a seductive bottom?

After rambling on for a while, the oil king turned around and found An Wanhe standing there in a daze.

It felt like a sharp sword had suddenly pierced my heart!

it hurts!

Do you really think I have absolutely no appeal to you?

Just as she was about to turn around and pull Xiaohe, she inadvertently smelled a faint scent of blood.

A man wearing a hat brushed past her!

Fuyao froze on the spot, the face she would never forget in her dreams flashing through her mind!

Zhao Jun! The man who had a grudge against Manman! And the man who suddenly disappeared after Manman's death!

Even more so...

Shen Fuyao trembled all over, her anger overwhelming all her reason!

Manman's smile becomes clearer and clearer in my memory...

She reached for the sharp knife she had been hiding on her waist since the incident two days ago, and walked quickly toward the man.

"Oil..." An Wanhe, who had just come to her senses, was about to call out to her when her eyes caught sight of the shiny silver thing that the other woman was touching.

She looked up and gazed ahead at the man who was walking very slowly for some reason.

A terrifying thought lingered in her mind!

Does that person have a grudge against Fuyao? She wouldn't be planning to kill someone in the street, would she?

Thinking of this, the young painter didn't dare to hesitate for a moment and lunged at the oil king.

But... it was still too late!

"Zhao Jun!"

Shen Fuyao shouted his name, and the man in front of her subconsciously turned around.

"Go to hell..."

"Bang bang..."

At the critical moment, two muffled gunshots rang out!

Shen Fuyao touched the needle in her neck, staggered, and couldn't pull out the knife she was trying to draw.

An Wanhe quickly caught her: "Fuyao, Fuyao..."

The oil king couldn't hear her voice; his eyes were fixed on Zhao Jun, who was being supported by hospital security guards.

At that moment, Fu Wanchen's tall figure blocked her view, and he was holding a tranquilizer gun in his hand.

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