Chapter 125 is a hug ceremony
Nanchuan Shijue listened to this with a gloomy expression, but he just watched Ning Fengsheng finish the whole bowl of soup.
He stared at the empty bowl, his throat tightening with envy: "Is it really that delicious?"
"Everyone has his or her own strengths. You don't have to compete with him or her."
Nanchuan Shijue’s eyes turned red with jealousy: “I will be good at it in the future!”
“…”
"You don't believe me? Ning Fengsheng, I will definitely be better than that palace dog. I can do everything he can do!"
Why bother?
Even if Nanchuan Shijue learns to cook well in the future, she won't be able to eat it.
"Mr. Gong, it smells so good! It's so delicious! No woman can stand an all-round man like you." The assistant exclaimed again.
Nanchuan Shijue couldn't stand it any longer: "Do you want to see the fireworks?"
Without waiting for her answer, he strode back into the kitchen.
Ning Fengsheng heard the crisp sound of a porcelain plate breaking, followed by Gong Ye's suppressed roar, and finally, at the moment the gas valve was turned on—
"boom!"
Orange-red flames shot up, and the automatic fire extinguishing system spewed out white mist.
Nanchuan Shijue calmly smoothed his slightly messy hair and walked out, followed by Gong Ye, whose face was covered in black and gray.
Amidst the assistant's repeated exclamations, Ning Fengsheng saw Nanchuan Shijue's hands behind his back, sliding the lighter into his robe pocket.
"Looks like I'll have to eat coke mixed with glass shards tonight." Gong Ye took off his glasses, which were half burnt, and suddenly chuckled, "Shengsheng, you're lucky you married me. With someone's cooking skills, I was really afraid that I'd burn you too."
Ning Fengsheng: “…”
…
The night deepens.
Ning Fengsheng still had an IV drip on the back of her hand, but that didn't stop her from watching coldly as the two men set up a battle beside her bed.
"Would you like to listen to a unique concert before going to bed?"
"In no mood."
"Shall I play the Aria in S Minor for you?" Nanchuan Shijue raised his brows high and wiped the violin bow with rosin, as if he was not wiping the instrument but the murder weapon.
Ning Fengsheng has always known that Nanchuan Shijue has high musical attainments and can play dozens of musical instruments.
But I've never heard him play in person...
The domineering boss plays the violin? Go ahead, I really want to listen to it.
Ning Fengsheng, however, kept a straight face and pretended to be uninterested: "You've been spreading your feathers like a peacock tonight."
He was holding a video conference in ten languages, pronouncing words clearly and clearly. His speech was very standard, but it confused a bunch of shareholders - he would say, "Other people don't understand?"
He ripped open his robe and showed off his abs and physique in front of her. His physique was stronger than Gong Ye's, indeed superior. If they could compete, he would have wanted to take off all his clothes and compare sizes with Gong Ye...
As a display of financial power, the building on the left lit up with the words "Master Nanchuan wishes Miss Ning a speedy recovery". Later, thirty drones formed a giant rose in the night sky, and a banner slowly lowered from the center of the flower: "Gong Ye and the dog are one family."
Gong Ye seemed calm, leaning against the window to watch the show, his silver-grey suit making him look even more elegant and noble.
He probably didn't expect to have such a crazy and naive opponent like Nanchuan Shijue.
"Ning Fengsheng, listen carefully, I'm going to play!" Nanchuan Shijue put the violin on his shoulder, his chin slightly tilted, and the body of the violin reflected his sharp profile.
The moment the bow touches the strings, it's like moonlight pouring down...
He lowered his eyes, and his thick eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes, revealing a bit of gorgeous tenderness.
Very elegant and nice to listen to.
The performance of Nanchuan Spyker lacked the usual hot temper and aggressiveness, and was more noble and elegant.
Ning Fengsheng stared at his figure. He had never heard this piece of music before... but it was no worse than those of famous masters.
Moss proudly praised——
"Young Master gave a solo performance at Vienna's Golden Hall when he was ten years old..."
"Young Master's talent show is much more noble than wielding pots and spoons in the kitchen!"
"Master, this song was composed for Miss Ning..."
No wonder it’s called “S minor”…
"Young Master is truly multi-talented. No woman can resist a man as charming as him! This is how you capture a woman's heart. Capturing her stomach is too tacky..."
Ning Fengsheng's mouth twitched inexplicably. He was so childish, he had to compete with Gong Ye?
Ning Fengsheng was listening so intently that she was completely unaware of another pair of burning gazes staring at her.
Gong Ye took a deep puff of his cigarette, and the smoke made him cough softly.
Originally, he felt disgusted with all of Nanchuan Shijue's childish behavior tonight - he completely disdained it and was unwilling to lower his standards.
But when he saw the smile on Ning Fengsheng's lips, and saw her gaze deeply fixed on Nanchuan Shijue...
The look that should have been hanging on him, full of adoration for him, was no longer there.
Instead, she felt a strong emotion when she stared at Nanchuan Shijue...
She smiled.
A smile that is unique to Nanchuan Shijue.
Gong Ye's heart suddenly ached, like glass being hit by a hammer.
In his entire life, he had never experienced such heart-wrenching pain. He had originally thought he was a heartless demon...
But at this moment, where did that crazy, twisted, stinging, sour, and desperate pain come from?
His fingertips were twisting the cigarette sparks, and his skin was burning, but he seemed unaware.
Moss sniffed. Who was roasting pig hair? The smell of burning meat wafted over...
Soon after, the door was kicked open and several bodyguards brought in a drum set.
"This is the improvisation that the Berlin Orchestra's principal taught me." Gong Ye raised his voice amidst the roar of drums. "Shengsheng, do you prefer the drummer or the bass..."
The dense drumbeats sounded, interrupting the performance of Nanchuan Shijue——
Ning Fengsheng was surprised. He didn't expect that Gong Ye would also participate in such a childish competition?
Nanchuan Shijue played the violin very loudly, but the sound of the drums covered the melody and the music could not be heard clearly.
Hold!
"Bang!" Nanchuan Shijue was furious and the bow pierced through the drumhead.
He untied his tie and wrapped it around his palm, then punched Gong Ye's cheekbone.
The two men wrestled with each other instantly, knocking over the IV stand, and the saline solution left dark marks on the ground.
Ning Fengsheng pulled out the needle and stepped barefoot on the messy ground: "Get out. If you want to get beaten, go to the morgue."
The two men froze at the same time.
"No fight, Shengsheng..." Gong Ye forced a gentle smile, "Mr. Nanchuan and I were just hugging each other."
Moss: “…”
Nanchuan Shijue's veins bulged all over his body, but he suppressed his voice tightly: "Why, will hugging him kill you?"
"Then you can hold me as long as you want. Don't let go until you've held me for ten minutes!"
Nanchuan Spyker:? ?
Gong Ye:?
Moss: ???
"Why don't you two take this opportunity to get married?" Ning Fengsheng's head began to feel dizzy again, and he quickly sat down on the bed. "I'm afraid you'll fall in love... Remember to send me an invitation for your wedding night!"
Hearing this, the two men pushed each other away at the same time, standing a few meters apart.
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