Chapter 45 Taking Miss Ning Home
"But it's also true. All you've done in your life is use dirty tricks, play dirty tricks, and manipulate women. You're not a man. I'm ashamed of you!"
Gong Ye's expression changed for a few seconds, but soon returned to a decent smile.
He put his arm around Ning Fengsheng's waist and held her close to him: "It seems that you are the second person in the world who understands me best besides me."
“…”
Ning Fengsheng struggled hard, but couldn't break free from the man's shackles!
He looked skinny, but his strength was as good as Nanchuan Shijue——
"That's fine. I'm tired of pretending. My soul has been lonely for a long time. It would be great if there was someone who could resonate with me."
"Who resonates with the rats in the gutter?!"
Gong Ye smiled mischievously, pinched her chin with his slender fingers, and pressed his thin lips against her neck.
Ning Fengsheng was so angry that he punched and kicked him.
But this man held her tightly, leaving a kiss mark on the most conspicuous part of her neck...
He stroked the mark with his fingers and chuckled with satisfaction: "Let Nanchuan see it, and make him crazy - hahahaha."
Ning Fengsheng scratched his face deeply with his nails, trying to tear it apart.
Let him use this appearance to deceive women again!
Gong Ye held down her claws and said with a sneer, "Your future husband's face is your facade."
"You've been dreaming of marrying me all your life!"
"After losing Nanchuan, do you think you still have someone to rely on?" Gong Ye let go of her with a wicked smile, "When he gets married, it will be the day I get married."
Ning Fengsheng was so angry that he was shaking all over.
I watched him straighten his collar in front of the mirror, then return to his beastly appearance and prepare to leave...
Ning Fengsheng picked up the basin of water that his grandmother had used to wash her feet and poured it at him!
Gong Ye's body stiffened.
"Next time, what's splashed on you won't be water, but sulfuric acid!" Ning Fengsheng warned viciously.
Gong Ye turned his head, gave her a meaningful look, and left arrogantly.
Ning Fengsheng slumped down in a chair, holding his grandmother's hand, his eyes filled with melancholy...
She must never let tragedy happen again in this life.
In the evening, Moss called.
"Miss Ning...are you going back to Rose Garden?"
Moss's voice was trembling, and the background sound was the sound of things being smashed and shattered.
Nanchuan Shijue... is going crazy again?
Were he irritated by Gong Ye’s words?
"What's up Moss?"
"When I was cleaning up the studio this afternoon, I saw some drawings. They must be Miss Ning's. Did you forget to take them with you?"
Those drawings were all sketches of Nanchuan Shijue——
"It doesn't really matter. You can burn it and throw it away for me."
"Ms. Ning, please come back and help me." Moss's voice sounded almost like tears.
"Is it the Nanchuan noble who is making things difficult for you?"
"The young master has ordered you to take away everything that belongs to you, and no one is allowed to help. You know the young master's temper..."
Ning Fengsheng sighed: "I understand."
"So, Miss Ning will be back?" Mosyang raised his voice, and the sound of things smashing and shattering disappeared. "When? Tonight?"
"Well, I'll be there later."
Moss is a good person, and she doesn't want to bring harm to innocent people because of her.
…
The entire Rose Garden was in darkness, with only the double-headed palace lamp in the courtyard lighting up.
Ning Fengsheng was afraid of the dark, so when she was around, the entire Rose Garden would be lit with wall lamps at night...
When she stepped into the villa, the gilded clock in the entrance hall pointed to one o'clock in the morning.
Click, she pressed the switch in the dark.
The crystal chandelier made the roses in the room look pale. Nanchuan Shijue was leaning on a sofa covered with drawings, twirling a letter opener with his fingertips, and the blade was cutting the drawings into snowflakes.
He didn't sleep...
Sitting here in the dark, just to wait for her?
There were roses all over the floor, and of course, there were also smashed fragments, showing his anger.
Moss was also awake, standing aside, looking at her with a pleading look...
"The young master was very happy when he found these paintings. He even decorated the entire hall and wanted to take Miss Ning home."
Nanchuan Shijue's terrifying gaze swept over, and his eyes seemed to be weeping blood...
Ning Fengsheng understood. No wonder he called her.
"86." He raised his hand to scatter the fragments, and his leather shoes crushed the drawing she was most satisfied with.
He stepped on his own sketch, a painting he had once begged for but could never get.
Ning Fengsheng's face turned slightly pale: "Are they all torn apart?"
"I can tear it up if I want to." Nanchuan Shijue scattered another handful of scraps of paper, his tense cheeks full of jealous anger!
"It's best to tear it clean." Ning Fengsheng sneered, "Then why did you ask me to come back..."
"Ning Fengsheng!" Nanchuan Shijue shouted, "Get out of here by stepping over this garbage, just like you stepped over my heart to get in!"
Ning Fengsheng turned around and left without saying a word.
"Miss Ning—" Moss called out in a low voice, "Can you just say a few words?"
"What? Moss, you should have told me earlier that he tore up the painting, so that I wouldn't have to come back."
"They said there was nothing wrong between you and that palace dog, and that something delayed you coming back so late—" Nanchuan Shijue suddenly opened his clothes, deliberately revealing the hideous scar on his chest, "They said you painted so many portraits of me, and you really care about me."
Ning Fengsheng's heart ached. He had just yelled at her to get out.
"Speak!" Nanchuan Shijue roared violently. It was not known whether he was drunk or sick, but his voice was not right.
"I asked if it would work, but you didn't believe me."
"I believe it."
Ning Fengsheng was stunned. The man stood up from the sofa and staggered behind her.
He embraced her tightly in a hot embrace, his arms holding her tightly...
His lips pressed against her ear, like a fish stranded on the shore, suffocating to death.
In a low, dull voice, he pleaded, "You say..."
His body was so hot, as if he was sick and had a fever.
Ning Fengsheng felt so limp from the heat he scalded her that her entire body went limp, and her heart also went limp...
She didn't allow herself to be soft-hearted anymore: "You've torn up all these paintings, what else do you want me to say..."
"Not a single one has been torn up. These are all photocopies," Moss said immediately. "The young master was afraid you would come back and take them, so he hid the originals."
Did you deliberately print these photocopies to pass them off as originals, but you were afraid she would find out so you tore them up?
Ning Fengsheng felt a pang in his heart. He was really scheming.
Childish scheming.
"169 hours and 32 minutes... You shouldn't explain why you didn't go home." Nanchuan Shijue's voice was sad!
Is this her home? He has been trying to drive her away.
If she really decided to leave, why did he call her back?
"I have nothing to explain."
"Ning Fengsheng... Is the street fun at one in the morning..." Nanchuan Shijue said in an almost pleading tone, "Is it more fun than Rose Garden?"
“I didn’t go to the streets.”
"...I said you went!!!" He suddenly became furious.
Ning Fengsheng didn't understand what he was angry about. Why did he insist on saying that she went to the street?
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