Chapter 74 If you feel itchy, take a shower
Her fingers unconsciously grasped the collar of his suit, her fingertips trembling slightly.
It’s killing me…
Nanchuan Shijue's hormones are about to explode, and this is the smell that only comes out when he is aroused.
"Shengsheng, Shengsheng..." He kissed her madly, his hot kisses randomly imprinted on her face and body...
The man kissed her more and more fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow her in one bite.
He thought about it, thought about it madly!
"No..." Ning Fengsheng pressed the big hand on his leg and panted softly, "You're still injured, you can't do strenuous exercise..."
Nanchuan Shijue pressed his hot forehead against hers, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was filled with pain as if he had been poisoned!
"Ning Fengsheng, just torture me!"
"I really can't. Wait until your injury is healed..."
He let her go with great difficulty and used all his self-control to get up and leave.
"Nanchuan Shijue——"
"Don't follow me!"
Ning Fengsheng looked at his back as he staggered and slammed the door, secretly clicking her tongue. In the past, this wolf would have definitely pounced on her.
She put on her little leather shoes, straightened her messy skirt, and just as she walked out of the study she met Moss.
Moss looked as if he had seen a ghost: "Is... is it Miss Ning?"
"Shh! Don't let Nanchuan Shijue know that you met me..."
Moss's face was wrinkled into a bitter gourd, and he wished he could go blind on the spot. Why was he so unlucky!
There are surveillance cameras everywhere in this Rose Garden. If the young master goes back and checks, won't he know everything? How can he hide it?
…
Sure enough, that night, after dinner, Nanchuan Shijue went to the monitoring room to capture and save the screen recording.
When he saw the scene of Moss bumping into Ning Fengsheng, his face immediately turned gloomy!
"Half a year's salary, fifty laps of horse stance, your choice!"
"Master!" Moss felt hopeless. He was so weak that he would fall apart if he ran fifty laps in horse stance.
"Nanchuan Shijue, you are stingy. You are not short of money, so why do you want to fine Moss's salary?" Ning Fengsheng was unhappy.
"Plead for him again?!"
"Ms. Ning is such a nice person..." Moss burst into tears of gratitude.
"Besides, he wants to leave kiss marks and teeth marks. He's earned his hard-earned money, so he can't skimp on it."
Moss: "...Ms. Ning, please stop talking. I am willing to deduct half a year's salary."
"Why not punish Moss by making him dance?" Ning Fengsheng hooked her arms around Nanchuan Shijue's neck and acted coquettishly.
"Dancing? I can't do it!" Moss's face changed drastically. With his old arms and legs... dancing?
"Not at the right time," Nanchuan Shijue sneered, "Jump!"
The young master just wanted to embarrass him and teach him a lesson.
Moss danced as if he had been struck by lightning, and his dance was even more vivid than a convulsion, which amused a group of servants and even Ning Fengsheng burst into laughter.
Only Nanchuan Shijue said with a straight face: "If you feel itchy, go take a shower!"
"Great!"
No one can make the young master laugh except Miss Ning.
Nanchuan Shijue got the engraved video and there is new stuff to watch.
It was not enough to just watch it on loop, he also set Ning Fengsheng's out-of-tune singing as his cell phone's exclusive ringtone.
But unfortunately, Ning Fengsheng rarely calls him.
She never fought before, and now that she was with him, she didn't need to fight—and when she married Gong Ye in the future, she would never fight!
Nanchuan Shijue's good mood suddenly disappeared, and the smile froze on his lips.
Thinking about his cell phone, the most calls he received were from Moss.
So I set a copy of this exclusive ringtone for Moss as well.
Wanting to test the effect, he immediately pressed the internal line: "Call me."
"What?" Aren't we talking right now?
"immediately."
Kah.
Moss was confused and called the internal line: "Master, what's the matter?"
"Idiot, I told you to make a phone call!" Nanchuan Shijue was so angry that he almost broke the receiver.
Fortunately, Moss quickly caught on and called on his cell phone. Ning Fengsheng's soft and sweet voice began to sing. Although it was severely off-key, her voice was beautiful and had a hint of childishness. It was very soothing to the ears and could cleanse the soul...
On this side, Moss was puzzled. The young master asked him to make a phone call, but he answered it?
No answer, he hung up.
The inside line exploded again, and Nanchuan Shijue roared like thunder: "I told you to die?!"
Moss: "Master, I'll fight again."
“Don’t stop!”
“…”
Moss dialed continuously for more than half an hour until Ning Fengsheng knocked on the door of Nanchuan Shijue's room and he was finally free.
Ning Fengsheng had just finished showering, her long hair draped behind her head with the fresh scent of shampoo. She was wearing a soft and fluffy white palace-style nightgown, and holding a white pillow in her hands.
She calculated the time and prepared to go to bed...
Nanchuan Shijue glanced at her, his Adam's apple rising and falling: "Who asked you to come?"
"Don't you want to hold me while you sleep at night?"
"You won't be satisfied until my wound is torn open?" Nanchuan Shijue was teased by her in the afternoon and vented his anger alone for a long time.
Tonight I was listening to her soft singing and was just about to have a good sleep, but she came back to stir up trouble!
"Oh, then you don't want to sleep with me?" Ning Fengsheng was a little disappointed.
"Once your injury heals, I'm afraid you won't be able to even touch the ground if you try to escape from the bed!" Nanchuan Shijue leaned against the high-backed bed, his black silk nightgown loosely opened, his half-wet hair messy and ruffled, his whole body exuding an abstinent and evil aura...
Ning Fengsheng was so frightened by his words that his legs went weak: "Then I'll go back to my room."
As she turned to leave, she saw a laptop computer propped up by the bed, playing the afternoon live broadcast...
She was already accustomed to this kind of scene. She used to love to play Nanchuan Spyker on loop and could watch it for a week without getting tired of it.
"Don't look too late..."
“What do you care about me?!”
Okay, okay, I don’t want to bother with you.
Ning Fengsheng returned to the room and took out the scarf to knit. She had been pestered by Nanchuan Shijue for the past few days and had no time to knit it. Now, whenever she had time, she would knit it secretly.
…
The next day at noon.
Nanchuan Shijue tore up the financial report, the harsh criticisms of the family elders were still ringing in his ears. He had neglected too many things these days.
The air suddenly filled with the scent of candy.
The door had been opened a crack at some point, and a head poked in...
Facing the gloom between the man's brows, Ning Fengsheng smiled softly: "Brother Lame, what are you doing?"
“Ning Fengsheng!!”
Ning Fengsheng pushed open the study door with his flour-covered face, holding a glass jar in his hand. White and tender rabbit-shaped toffee was making crisp sounds in the jar.
"You want me to spank you?" He gritted his teeth.
Lame Brother? What an ugly nickname, she is so bold to call him that!
"Here's the weather forecast!" She held the candy jar in front of him, smiling broadly. "A certain CEO's heart is constantly raining, and he urgently needs to be fed my special rabbit candy..."
Nanchuan Shijue grabbed her wrist, which was covered in icing sugar. "Ms. Ning, are you breathing saccharin as if it were oxygen? Or are you planning to murder me with your cavities?"
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