The moment Qi Li approached, Nan Muran raised her foot without hesitation and kicked him hard in the abdomen: "Get away, garbage."
Qi Li was unable to dodge and stumbled and fell down. A sharp pain came from his hip bone, making his face pale and cold sweat pour out.
Fortunately, there was a wall a few steps behind him. If he had fallen down the stairs directly, he might have lost his life in such a harsh environment.
"You're so disgusting." Nan Muran turned and left, not even bothering to give him a glance.
Qi Li looked at the figure at the end of the stairs and for the first time felt a strong hatred.
They had been engaged since childhood, and although he had had an affair with Nan Mu Ting, he had realized his mistake now. It would have been fine if Nan Mu Ran had not taken into account how well he had treated her, but she had actually hurt him so ruthlessly.
Damn it.
Nan Muran naturally wouldn't care about Qi Li's thoughts, and wouldn't be surprised even if she knew.
Qi Li, and even the entire Qi family, are sophisticated egoists. Although they can't let go of the child in Nan Mu Ting's belly, they have always known that Nan Muran is more valuable.
When he reached the 36th floor, as expected, the fire safety door that he had locked when he left the penthouse had been pried open.
The 20-square-meter elevator hall at the entrance was filled with sofas, bedding, clothes, and various daily necessities. Because there was no ventilation, the smell was very pungent.
The front door of his house was obviously damaged. If the door and lock were not strong enough, his house would have been invaded by the residents on the lower floor.
The most hateful thing is that there is a pile of stinking garbage at the door, blocking the way in. It is obvious that the person who broke into the house could not get into the house, so he blocked the door with garbage to vent his anger.
After seeing that there was no one around, Nan Muran waved her hand and used her mental power to throw all the things at the door, including the garbage they left at their door, into the stairwell behind her.
Then she took out another lock and locked the fire safety door from the inside.
Because it had been raining for a month and a half, the water, electricity and gas in the apartment building had already been completely paralyzed.
The house was wet everywhere, and there were even dense drops of water on the walls. As a result, it was still very cold even if you stayed in the house.
Nan Muran first turned on the backup generator in the storage room to power the room, then turned on the air conditioner to 30 degrees and turned on the dehumidification function. At the same time, she also turned on all the home appliances, including the robot vacuum cleaner and air purifier.
Then he turned around and went into the bathroom. Fortunately, he lived on the top floor, so the bathroom only had a bit of an unpleasant smell, but it wasn't so stinky that it would overwhelm the sky. If it was a lower floor, it would probably be sprayed with feces.
Open the bathroom window for ventilation, and then draw the blinds inside.
Then he took out hot water from the hot spring halfway up the mountain and filled the bathtub with it. Then Nan Muran lay down and started taking a hot bath.
After washing up, change into comfortable casual clothes, and then put the bedding on the bed and the sofa cushions into the dryer to remove moisture.
Nan Muran would not do these things in this life, but she had done them countless times during the more than two months she spent hiding in the apartment in her previous life.
"Tank, let me help you put on your clothes." Nan Muran took out the clothes she bought for Tank and put them on. The red pullover looked very good on him.
I also put on a thicker sweater and felt warmer.
"Tank, I want to eat hotpot." On such a rainy day, the super spicy beef oil hotpot is perfect for it.
When he heard that they were going to eat hotpot, Tank responded happily.
Ever since he followed Baimei and Jiawu and ate the hot meals and meat specially prepared for him, the dog food prepared for him in the space has never been moved out again.
"Hotpot is also simple, I can make it." Nan Muran confidently took out a gas stove, a double-flavored pot, two kinds of hotpot ingredients, three fresh ingredients and beef tallow, and a five-liter bucket of mineral water from the space.
Then he started taking vegetables from the space shelves.
Three plates of marinated spicy beef, three plates of original cut beef, two plates of shrimp rolls, two plates of mutton rolls, two plates of beef rolls, fish balls, duck intestines, yellow throat, tripe, duck blood, old tofu, crystal noodles, oil bean curd skin, broccoli, stewed dishes, vegetable platters...
At the end, he did not forget to bring out the accompanying items such as crispy pork, fennel fried dough sticks, fried rice, and fruit platter.
The two-meter-long dining table was filled with everything she needed.
Finally, it’s the drinks, one each of orange juice, cola, Sprite, and tea. Since they’re all in small cans, there’s no need to worry about waste.
Since training with Jiawu, Nan Muran has become thinner, but her appetite is more than twice as much as before.
It's not enough that she eats a lot, but she also gets hungry very quickly, sometimes even having to eat five meals a day. If she hadn't stockpiled enough food, she wouldn't be able to feed herself.
Plus, tanks are edible, so there’s no need to worry about not being able to finish eating them and wasting them.
Pour the two flavors of hot pot ingredients directly into the water, the three-fresh one facing the tank and the spicy one facing yourself, and then take out the sauce dish that the store staff had prepared before.
She likes sesame sauce, garlic paste, and seafood, so she took them out and arranged them all.
After preparing everything, Nan Muran took out her own mobile TV and placed it next to the dining table, plugged in the hard drive, turned on "The Legend of Zhen Huan" and continued watching the drama.
A man and a dog were watching TV while waiting for the water to boil.
Nan Muran likes spicy food, but Tank can't eat it at all, so they eat in harmony.
The only thing that was not so good was that Nan Muran had to serve Tank, serving and picking up the dishes: "Tank, can you eat slowly?"
Tank lowered his head and took a bite of the thick-cut beef without saying anything, which clearly showed his refusal. Nan Muran sighed and continued to put food on his plate obediently.
After eating and drinking, the man and the dog curled up on the sofa and watched the finale on TV. Nan Muran said with some regret: "It's over now."
Tank is too lazy to pay attention to her. She has already been refreshed twice and there is no way to change her.
Nan Muran understood and took the remote control to continue watching the next episode of Detective Di Renjie. While watching TV, she used her psychic powers to pack up the mess on the table and put it back into the trash can in the space.
Tank, who had been shocked for ten thousand years by his master's ability to take things out of thin air, can now face her various strange operations calmly.
Unfortunately, this cozy atmosphere did not last long. There were knocks on the door at the fire escape staircase. Just by listening to the sound, you could tell how angry the person knocking on the door was.
Nan Muran, who was a little sleepy, probably guessed that it was the person who lived next door before. She was too lazy to pay attention to them, thinking that they would leave after knocking tiredly, so she continued to lie on the sofa.
Unfortunately, she underestimated the other party's determination. Half an hour later, he was still knocking on the door, the sound was getting louder and louder, and there were many more people watching in the corridor.
She had no choice but to get up and open the door.
The moment the security door opened, everyone in the stairwell was visibly stunned.
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