"It's not too late to know now." Ning Lang smiled slightly: "By the way, I'll be coming to violate you again tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after that."
"Just wait to receive my lawyer's letter!" Sheng Xuan sneered smugly.
Ning Lang glanced at him as if he were an idiot and explained, "Taking pictures on the street, what kind of privacy violation is that? I took your picture, but I didn't publish it, profit from it, or damage or defile it, so it doesn't count as violating your portrait rights."
She put her sunglasses back on and said in a tone that seemed to say, "I pity you, I despise you."
"You need to think before you speak, but unfortunately you don't have that."
She then gracefully departed with light, quick steps.
Sheng Xuan: "..." This is so embarrassing!
After returning to the old house, he slipped into his study and crammed on "Basic Law" until late at night before finally falling asleep with a yawn.
...
The next morning, he leaned against a tree, hugging a large broom, and dozed off.
"Beep beep!" The horn of a passing car woke him up!
He suddenly stood up straight and found that someone was holding a phone and taking pictures of him two meters away. When they saw that he was awake, they made a peace sign at him.
"Hi, good morning! I'm violating your 'right to sleep'."
Sheng Xuan: "..."
So he gritted his teeth and continued sweeping, treating her like a fallen leaf, sweeping with extra care and effort.
Ning Lang openly violated her while leisurely drinking milk.
Sheng Xuan is the only son of the eldest branch of the Sheng family. He was pampered and spoiled since childhood, and was cherished and protected by his parents.
When he was twelve years old, his mother passed away from illness, and he was sent to live with Grandpa Sheng.
Grandpa Sheng refused to hire a housekeeper for him, making him dress and bathe himself and take care of his daily chores. Only then did he begin to show signs of human life.
However, this was the first time he had ever done a job like cleaning.
Yesterday was a bit awkward, but today I'm finally getting the hang of it and can barely control the broom in my hand, instead of just randomly poking and sweeping.
After taking enough photos, Ning Lang turned around, grabbed a few bottles of milk, and chatted with the sanitation workers, an older woman and an older man, not far away.
After a few words, the aunt and uncle burst into laughter one after the other.
Sheng Xuan couldn't help but look up and glance at him.
The Ning family members are all like this; they all look gentle and kind, and they can quickly become friends with people wherever they go.
In Rongcheng, the Ning family members held a very high status. Among them were some noble and reserved individuals, but most were very approachable, each a smiling tiger with hidden depths.
In this respect, Ning Lang has surpassed his teacher.
See, in just a few words and a few small bottles of milk, he quickly won over the middle-aged man and woman, tricked them into giving him a brand-new, oversized orange work uniform, and then tossed it to them.
Sheng Xuan frowned in disgust, not wanting to wear it at all.
He always wears only limited edition international brands, from head to toe.
Yesterday, he was forced to wear this tacky and rubbish thing because of the old man's enthusiasm. On the surface, he was embarrassed to show his disgust, but inside he was devastated.
Young Master Sheng secretly thought to himself, "One breakdown is bad enough, but I absolutely cannot have a second one."
"No need! I'll be done sweeping soon!"
He threw the work clothes back at Ning Lang.
Ning Lang didn't insist and placed it on a branch to the side.
Just then, her phone rang!
She swiped to answer the call and strode toward the SUV.
"Aheng, I'm on my way, wait a minute. Breakfast? I made a few sandwiches, there are two more in the car, I'll give you one to tide you over in a bit."
She hung up the phone, took out her keys, got into the car, and started the engine.
"Knock knock!" The glass window on the other side was knocked on.
Ning Lang raised an eyebrow, thinking he had something to say, and rolled down the glass.
The next moment, Sheng Xuan's long arm slid in and grabbed the disposable lunchbox she had placed under the windshield!
Before she could react, he quickly opened the sandwich, stuffed it into his mouth, and swaggered back.
Forehead?
What is he doing?
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