The car parked in the garage. Zhu Zhu got out and opened the passenger door.
"Nanxun. Nanxun. Wake up. We're home."
Nanxun remained motionless in the car with his eyes closed. Zhu Zhu reached under Nanxun's nose and felt around. Fortunately, he hadn't drunk enough.
"Get up, get up." Zhu Zhu pulled Nanxun out of the car and leaned against her. "Can you still walk? It would be terrible if you can't walk. You're over 1.8 meters tall and I can't carry you."
"No. I feel dizzy." Nan Xun said softly and moved his body closer to Zhu Zhu.
I didn't see him this drunk when I left the club just now. How come the aftereffects of foreign liquor are so strong?
In order to prevent Nanxun from falling, Zhu Zhu had to hold Nanxun's waist with her hands. Nanxun simply leaned his whole body against Zhu Zhu and nestled his head in Zhu Zhu's neck.
It smells so good...
Nan Xun raised his lips. This woman was so soft and fragrant.
…
The next day, Zhu Zhu slept until noon. After washing up, she was about to go see how Nan Xun, who had been drunk the night before, was doing. Suddenly, she heard a lot of people talking downstairs.
I hurried downstairs and saw Lin Qiao directing a group of people to move things into the house.
"Lin Qiao, what are these?" Zhu Zhu asked in confusion.
"Madam, you're awake." Lin Qiao winked at Zhu Zhu. "These are the things you and Master Nan bought at the mall yesterday."
"Things bought at the mall?" Zhu Zhu looked through them carefully and found they were indeed. "How did these things get delivered here? Were they delivered to the wrong place?"
"That's right! This is the address that Young Master Nan gave me yesterday."
"Isn't he going to give it to someone?" Zhu Zhu remembered clearly yesterday that he said he was going to give it to a pig.
Lin Qiao smiled and said, "Madam, after sending it here, who else can I give it to?"
"I?"
Lin Qiao nodded.
So that pig is me?
Zhu Zhu hurried downstairs: "Is Nanxun awake? Did he write the wrong address?"
"Young Master Nan got up early and went to the company." Lin Qiao smiled, "He asked me to check the list. Oh, and Young Master Nan also said that if there's anything you don't like, you can return it."
"Return them, return them all," Zhu Zhu said hurriedly. "Lin Qiao, return all the things quickly. Nan Xun is harming me. If he gets upset one day and asks me to return the money for these things, I won't be able to pay him back. It's millions."
Lin Qiao frowned. It seemed that Young Master Nan's stingy image was unchangeable.
"Madam, please don't worry about keeping them. I can guarantee that Young Master Nan will never ask you for these things."
"Promise. What's the point of your promise?" Zhu Zhu said as she packed her things. "You guys, yes, you and you. Take everything back quickly. Don't leave anything behind."
"Madam, if you return everything, Young Master Nan will be angry."
"If he's angry, then he's angry." Zhu Zhu started to move the items to the car. "It's not like he hasn't been angry before. I'd rather he's angry than ask me for a debt!"
Lin Qiao held his forehead. The domineering CEO's trick had failed.
When Lin Qiao returned to the company and told Nan Xun about Zhu Zhu's return of all the items, Nan Xun's face turned red and blue. It was so ugly.
Lin Qiao's heart was in his throat. He was really afraid that this cold-faced devil would explode.
"There will be a project in Afghanistan next year, you go and keep an eye on it." Nan Xun said coldly.
"Young Master Nan! Don't blame me!" Lin Qiao said with a look of grievance. "A normal woman would be overjoyed if she met a man willing to spend millions on her. But Madam is different. Before, you always asked for gifts back, so of course she must be terrified when you suddenly gave her so many gifts."
Lin Qiao thought to himself, giving someone something worth millions all at once would scare anyone who wasn't a gold digger.
"How do you say that?"
"Actually, the most important thing for a woman like my wife is to be sincere. As long as you are sincere, you will definitely be able to impress her."
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