Chapter 108 Not Worthy of My Status
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After leaving the planetarium, Ning Fengsheng's mood was not very high. She was distracted several times when Nanchuan Shijue spoke and didn't hear...
Nanchuan Shijue pursed his lips into a line and saw her staring out the car window in a daze.
The neon lights outside the window flickered, making him feel restless and irritable.
"Tired?" He pulled the woman's body over and held her in his arms.
"Hmm..." Ning Fengsheng smelled his scent, buried her little face in his arms, and breathed greedily.
She was actually... reluctant to leave him.
The passport and documents will be ready tomorrow. According to the original plan, she will kill Gong Ye first and then escape.
But his grandparents and brother were in his care, so plans changed.
She planned to flee abroad and hide for a few months - if she left, Gong Ye's threats would be ineffective.
After he released his grandparents, she would secretly come back and stab Gong Ye.
That man was insidious and cunning. She had alerted him, so it was really difficult to find an opportunity to take action...
I can only hide first.
After returning to the Rose Garden, Ning Fengsheng washed his face, reviewed his plan again, and felt better.
Nanchuan Shijue's black shadow suddenly loomed in front of her: "Where is the gift I gave you?"
Ning Fengsheng was stunned. Oh no!
"Have you forgotten?" Nanchuan Shijue's fingers froze.
"In the car...I forgot to bring it up."
"Ning Fengsheng, how dare you forget!" Nanchuan Shijue was so angry that he grabbed her and shook her, "Didn't you say you really liked this gift?"
"I really like it. I was just thinking about something..."
"What are you thinking about? Did you forget to take the gift I gave you?" Nanchuan Shijue exuded an unhappy aura all over his body!
"Don't be angry, I just thought of my mom and felt a little sad..."
Nanchuan Shijue stared at the paper bag beside Ning Fengsheng: "Remember to take the gift from that old man."
“…I really just took it.”
Nanchuan Shijue snatched the paper bag and took out a beige cashmere sweater with a cloud pattern.
I thought it was something precious, but it was just an ordinary sweater.
"I learned this stitch when I was seven," Nanchuan Shijue sneered, his voice very sour. "I can knit ten pieces in three days!"
Ning Fengsheng took the sweater back and carefully put it into a paper bag: "You just know how to brag. Then knit one for me."
Nanchuan Shijue: “…”
He gave her a sun, and she didn't like it? She treated this tattered sweater like a treasure!
Nanchuan Shijue frowned, trying hard to suppress the jealousy rising in his heart.
He pressed the intercom, fuming: "Get the gift that was left in the car! If you don't get it here in three minutes, you'll sleep under the tire tonight!"
He hung up the phone angrily, ripped off his tie and threw it on the ground.
"Nanchuan Shijue, can't you be nicer to Moss? Can't you learn to respect the elderly and love the young?"
"No!" Nanchuan Shijue held her in his arms arrogantly.
"Don't call my grandpa and grandma old people anymore. It's unpleasant. And be nice to Moss. He's been very good to you."
"Teach me again!" Nanchuan Shijue pressed his hot lips against me, "When you marry me and become Mrs. Nanchuan, you can become the housekeeper!"
Marry him...
Ning Fengsheng's eyes dimmed as she felt the furry head rubbing against her, arching against her chest. She pushed his face away and warned him, "I need to rest tonight, you can't touch me."
"I know." He raised his lips and smirked, "There's a long way to go."
"Speak nicely!" Ning Fengsheng blushed.
"Why aren't you talking nicely? Huh?"
"You understand it yourself!" Ning Fengsheng pounded his chest. He deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of certain words!
"Heh... Ning Fengsheng, you've become quite smart since you followed me."
"I don't want to bother with you. I'm going to take a shower." Ning Fengsheng escaped from his arms and went into the bathroom, feeling a dull pain in his heart.
This could very well be their last night...she's leaving tomorrow.
After killing Gong Ye, she will be a murderer and have no future.
Don’t think too far ahead, just take it one step at a time.
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Ning Fengsheng shed a lot of tears in the planetarium, and his eyes were sore. He took a shower, climbed into bed, and quickly fell asleep.
At three o'clock in the morning, she got up to go to the bathroom. Nanchuan Shijue was nowhere to be found, but there was light leaking from the connected study.
I opened the door and saw wool rolling all over the floor...
Nanchuan Shijue was sunk deep in a tangled woolen sofa, while five servants formed a semicircle holding iPads, with knitting tutorials playing on the screens.
"Master... the third needle needs to go through a small hole!"
He angrily tore off the wrong yarn and smashed it, breaking two needles. "Damn it, you can't even teach me the basic stitches?"
"Master, we taught..."
You just can't learn it.
Moss nervously handed over the knitting needles: "Master, why don't you let the Milan craftsmen..."
"Shut up!" Nanchuan Shijue's jaw tightened, the wool tangled around his wrists. "Give me the scissors!"
"Master Nanchuan is cosplaying as a spider spirit?" Ning Fengsheng couldn't help laughing. "Grandma said that if you make a mistake in knitting one stitch, you have to undo three rows."
When Nanchuan Shijue suddenly rose up, he brought down the entire mountain of thread balls——
"Who allowed you to wake up? This kind of rubbish is not worthy of my status!"
"Didn't you say you could knit ten pieces in three days?"
It was the first time that Ning Fengsheng saw someone knitting a sweater, and he almost got himself into it. There was wool hanging all over his body, and all around him, it was knotted in clumps and balls.
It's really funny to imagine his irritable and impatient personality, and how he would lose his temper and throw the yarn after every two stitches he knitted.
"What are you laughing at?" He kicked away the ball of yarn that had rolled to his feet, and his slippers were covered in lint. "I'm not fit for rough work."
"I thought this was the Silken Web Cave, with yarn everywhere... Even spider spirits can weave better than you," Ning Fengsheng walked up to him and deliberately picked up the tangled ball of yarn. "Or are you weaving an anchor chain for a yacht?"
“…”
Nanchuan Shijue was furious: "Which idiot taught you this needlework technique? Go count camels in the Sahara!"
Several servants were so frightened that they dared not say a word.
Ning Fengsheng took off the messy woolen yarn hanging around his neck and asked, "You can't learn on your own, so you blame the teacher?"
“…”
"My grandma can knit better with her feet than you can!"
"Ning Fengsheng, how dare you look down on me..." Nanchuan Shijue pinched her waist and pressed her into the leather sofa, asking for a kiss as punishment. It turned out that kissing her was much easier than knitting.
"Nanchuan Shijue, go to bed early. Your eyes are bloodshot from all the sleep."
Ning Fengsheng looked at his sleepy and red eyes. This man had been very active in the past two nights and had not slept much.
At least she made up for her sleep during the day, but he didn't sleep during the day and stayed up late tonight.
Does he want to turn himself into an eagle?
"Let's go, go to bed!"
Ning Fengsheng took his hand and walked out of Maoxian Mountain. The servant and Moss were finally freed and their faces were filled with gratitude.
Nanchuan Shijue must have been too tired. He carried her back to the bed and fell asleep in two seconds.
Because he was too sleepy, his breathing was a little heavy, and for the first time he made a light snoring sound...
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