Chapter 91 Follow the Nanchuan Family Rules
Nanchuan Shijue usually didn't want to use it, so he carefully placed the "Sheng" plate on the glass table.
The sizzling eggs in the pan smelled burnt...
He hurriedly tried to shovel the fried egg, and heard a slight collision sound!
Nanchuan Shijue almost rushed over to rescue it, but he could only watch the plate smash to the ground.
He picked up the fragments with his bare hands, and blood splattered on his suit pants.
"Master!" Moss shouted in panic!
Nanchuan Shijue looked at the debris on the ground and suddenly laughed softly.
The heart shape of the broken dinner plate seemed to hint at their shattered relationship.
There is no possibility of repair.
Nanchuan Shijue had never been so desperate. He grabbed a handful of fragments with his bare hands and held them tightly in his palms.
The pain burned along the nerves into my heart, which was more painful than the dull pain all night!
He leaned against the cupboard and slowly slid down to the ground, his bloody handprints leaving a winding trail on the ground.
"Master...breaking a plate in the early morning is usually a good omen."
Nanchuan Spyker's eyes are empty and numb, is this a good omen?
"Everyone is safe and sound, which proves that good luck is coming for you. Miss Ning will definitely be very happy if she can eat the breakfast made by the young master herself."
Nanchuan Shijue frowned, not knowing whether to believe it or not, but he stood up and continued to beat the eggs.
Damn, he even mocked Ning Fengsheng as a dark chef at that time.
He was not much better than her——
His injured hands were covered in oil, and he poured the fried eggs into the trash can again and again!
"Master, there are some tricks to frying eggs. How about I teach you?" Moss couldn't bear to watch it anymore.
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"If you keep going like this, you'll use up all the eggs in the fridge. I'll just teach you verbally so you can cook it yourself."
Nanchuan Shijue's noble chin finally nodded.
An hour later, when a perfect heart-shaped poached egg was finally formed——
"Sheng"'s plate was broken, so he had to put the fried egg on "Jue"'s plate.
Moss stood aside, watching the young master's condition.
In the morning light, the man was piercingly beautiful, his injured right hand casually bandaged. He stood in front of the cupboard in a bloodstained suit, shoveling and spooning. He looked both insane and elegant...
It was obvious that the young master hadn't slept all night and had been crazy all night!
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The rose garden was filled with fragrance in the morning and birds were chirping.
Nanchuan Shijue stood in front of the mirror and tied his tie. The black suit wrapped around his noble figure, and even the gauze on his hand that was oozing blood was wrapped elegantly and neatly.
But the person in the mirror had extremely wet eyelashes, with a faint red tint at the corners of his eyes, like an animal drenched in rain.
He walked to the bed, leaned over and kissed Ning Fengsheng's forehead. His thin lips moved, and the words came to his lips, but he swallowed them back.
Nanchuan Shijue stared at her for a long time, and finally took out a crumpled letter of apology and stuffed it beside her pillow.
He left quietly, and the door closed silently...
Ning Fengsheng's eyelashes trembled slightly and he opened his eyes.
She saw the apology letter on the pillow at a glance, but she didn't open it——
She has always been soft-hearted and doesn't want to see anything that will influence her decision.
After going into the bathroom to wash up and resting for a night, she felt much more energetic.
She slept very soundly that night and had no idea why Nanchuan Shijue was so distracted and crazy.
She took out her cell phone and checked the date. Tomorrow was a once-in-a-century opportunity to take Gong Ye's life!
A calculating glint flashed across her eyes as she made a phone call.
"Ms. Ning, the helicopter you reserved is ready. Would you like to test drive it in advance?"
"No need. I'll be there on time tomorrow morning."
Ning Fengsheng can fly a private jet and has already obtained a driving license. She was taught by Nanchuan Shijue himself.
After hanging up the phone, she checked the weather for tomorrow. The sun was warm and suitable for sailing.
Gong Ye, your life is on the countdown...
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"Miss Ning, this poached egg was fried by the young master himself... He fried it for two hours."
Breakfast was as rich as always.
Ning Fengsheng didn't have much of an appetite, but thinking that she had to have enough strength to deal with Gong Ye, she tried her best to eat more.
A heart-shaped poached egg fried orange on a heart-shaped plate——
She was indeed a little surprised when she saw it.
This egg looks simple, but it still requires some skills to fry it.
Nanchuan Shijue is clumsy and has never been in the kitchen, so it takes some effort to fry to this level.
She ate her breakfast calmly without touching the poached egg.
Moss pushed the plate closer: "Young Master only knows the simple ones now, and will learn to make more in the future..."
"Is he interested in the chef?"
"I guess the Master wants to experience the same suffering that Miss Ning has endured."
Ning Fengsheng lowered his head and ate quietly without saying anything else.
Fortunately, there was no sign of Nanchuan Shijue. If he had sat at the table with a gloomy face, she would have lost her appetite even more.
"Miss Ning... the young master was so panicked that he didn't sleep all night. Did you guys quarrel again last night?"
"We didn't argue, we just made it clear what needed to be said."
Ning Fengsheng was full. He looked at the sky outside the window, stood up and walked out.
"Miss Ning, are you leaving? Young Master's apology letter..."
"I tore it up," Ning Fengsheng said calmly, "Moss, stop trying to persuade me. No one will convince me this time."
Moss found that Miss Ning was particularly unapproachable today, with a dull expression on her face, and she didn't even look friendly to him.
Things were more serious than he had imagined.
It seems that there is no room for maneuver...
For a moment, he didn't know how to adjust.
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At the entrance, stood a dark figure.
Nanchuan Shijue stood there at some point: "Please follow the family rules."
Ning Fengsheng was stunned. The obsidian ground was covered with sharp-edged glass shards.
He bent over and knelt dejectedly in the pile of broken glass, his suit pants instantly soaked into a dark color by blood...
The bodyguard standing next to him was shaking in his hands as he held the whip.
This was the first time that the Nanchuan nobleman used his ancestral precept of private punishment to punish him for his mistakes.
"Fight." His Adam's apple rolled as he said in a cold voice, "Follow the Nanchuan family rules."
Ning Fengsheng's face froze, and he clenched his fists tightly. "Young Master Nanchuan wants to play the victim's trick, why did he dirty the floor?"
Using this method again...
The last time she wanted to leave, he stabbed himself with a dagger to force her to stay.
"Shengsheng, even my blood feels dirty?" Nanchuan Shijue laughed at himself, blood spreading along the texture of his trousers.
Ning Fengsheng's eyes flashed: "Get out of the way, I want to go out."
"When I was little, if I did something wrong, I had to kneel down and receive twenty lashes." He stood in front of the door, grabbing the end of the whip and pulling it towards his chest. "How about doubling it now?"
"Master, forty lashes will be fatal!" Moss looked anxious.
"Why don't you take action? Are you looking for death?" Nanchuan Shijue's bloodthirsty eyes swept towards the whipper!
"Snap!" The sound of the whip breaking through the air mixed with the sound of cloth tearing!
"Nanchuan Shijue, why do you only know such despicable means!" Ning Fengsheng's voice was stuck in his throat.
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