"What?" Nangong Jue seemed not to understand and wanted to ask more, but found that the phone had been hung up. He was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly laughed. His wife had proposed to him?
Yes, that's great. He knew it. How could his wife not like such an outstanding man like him?
See? He couldn't hold back any longer, could he?
So, he should hurry up and get things sorted out, then he can win the heart of his beloved, and they can have two more kids in the future... Oh, just thinking about it makes me feel wonderful.
Fang Ming came out to remind Nangong Jue, only to see his boss, who had apparently overheard what the young mistress said, holding his phone and grinning like an idiot. So, Fang Ming could only roll his eyes in exasperation and then cough.
Nangong Jue snapped out of his daze, instantly regaining his composure. He glanced at Fang Ming and said, "If your throat is sore, take some medicine. Pharyngitis is hard to cure." Then he went straight back to the conference room.
Fang Ming: ...
You're the one with pharyngitis.
Nangong Jue was originally going to stay abroad for a week, but because of Le Yao's words, he compressed all his work and meetings into three days, which he handled almost without sleep. Then, without stopping for a moment, he returned home in his private helicopter in the middle of the night.
And that was the flight route that he immediately had applied for after he received the call.
After a 20-hour flight, from midnight on the other side to midnight when I arrived back at Longting, I first took a shower and changed clothes in my room, and then climbed over the wall to go to the neighbor's.
There was security next door, but as soon as they saw it was him, they pretended not to see him.
So, in her sleep, Le Yao felt someone hug her, which startled her so much that she instinctively raised her leg to push back, and then kicked him again.
Then I heard a muffled groan, followed by a thud.
"Alan, it's me." Nangong Jue felt he had no way to express his bitterness. What kind of karma had he created?
"Nangong Jue?" Le Yao hurriedly withdrew her foot, which was about to kick again, and turned on the bedside lamp. "What are you doing here?"
"I just got back..." Nangong Jue lay on the floor, clutching his crotch, his face deathly pale. "I missed you, so..."
Le Yao hurriedly jumped out of bed: "Are you...are you alright?"
"Do I look alright?" Nangong Jue closed his eyes briefly; the pain had finally subsided.
"I...I don't know." Le Yao scratched her head. "Who told you to climb through the window in the middle of the night? I thought it was a bad guy."
"It was my fault." Nangong Jue finally got up. "But, could you please stop attacking my groin so often in the future?"
"ah?"
“This has already happened twice. If it happens again, I think you might become a widow…” Nangong Jue breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, he dodged, and the knee didn’t land properly. Otherwise, he would probably be in the palace by now.
Le Yao smiled awkwardly: "Should we go to the hospital? Or call Young Master Fu over?"
"No need." Nangong Jue shook his head. He had already lost face once, and he didn't want to lose face completely.
"Really? What if..." Le Yao glanced at that spot on the other person's face.
“There’s no ‘what if’,” Nangong Jue said, his eyes wide. “Or, do you want to try it now?”
Le Yao shuddered and then shook her head: "Hehe, Mom said that girls should be reserved and respect themselves before marriage."
Nangong Jue smiled immediately, patted her head, and lay down: "Go to sleep."
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