Yue Xiangli turned his gaze away from Ning Sangyu and looked at Shen Dingwei.
"He is my chief of staff, Shen Dingwei. The one next to him is Zhao Junyi. They are an engaged couple and will get married the day after tomorrow."
Then, he looked at the person next to him and said with a smile: "Ning Sangyu, a special friend of mine."
Ning Sangyu couldn't help but look at him when she heard that and met his gentle gaze.
Shen Dingwei couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and stretched out his hand to Ning Sangyu, "Miss Ning, nice to meet you."
We are special friends, but we are just a thin layer of window paper away. It is the first time I see him looking so helpless and hiding his feelings.
In Shen Dingwei's eyes, Yue Xiangli was strategic, cold and decisive.
Ning Sangyu tilted her head, slowly stretched out her hand to shake his, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, my hand is injured, so my movements are a little slow."
"I'm sorry. I don't know."
"fine."
Zhao Junyi smiled considerately and said, "In that case, I won't shake hands with you."
"good."
"We just came to say hello when we saw you guys here. We'll leave first." After saying hello, Shen Dingwei hugged Zhao Junyi and left.
Yue Xiangli took Ning Sangyu towards the car and continued to help her get in.
The first time is unfamiliar, the second time is familiar, Ning Sangyu took the initiative to put her hand on his arm.
"What does special friend mean?" she asked after she sat down.
"That's right, Sangsang is special to me."
"oh."
Seeing that she pretended not to understand, Yue Xiangli did not bluntly expose this relationship. It was normal for her to have concerns about him due to his identity.
After all, warlords have a bad reputation.
It was good enough that she could tolerate his constant approach.
He has always been decisive and patient, and is more willing to indulge her and see when she is willing to accept him.
"Sangsang, my name is Lingguang. You can call me by my name. Calling me by my name like you did before is too strange."
"good."
When they arrived at the restaurant and saw her eating with her left hand after the dishes were served, he asked, "Will it be uncomfortable to use your right hand for a long time?"
"The doctor said I can move around a bit, but I have to do it slowly and not too much, otherwise I'll get injured again. Now I'm faster with my left hand than with my right hand."
Yue nodded to Li.
After having dinner with her, Yue Xiangli sent her back.
When we returned, it was getting dark and Ji Huaimin and Fang Chiheng were already waiting outside the gate.
Ji Huaimin looked at Ning Sangyu being helped down with a smile on her face, and lowered his eyes.
It's only been a short time since I left, but I've already been made so happy by him.
"Brother, Brother Chiheng." Ning Sangyu called softly in the direction of Ji Huaimin.
Yue nodded to Li Chaoji Huaimin and said, "Sangsang, I'll come to see you tomorrow afternoon."
"good."
After Yue Xiangli's car left, Ji Huaimin poked her forehead and said, "Didn't you say you were going to watch an opera? Why did you have dinner with him?"
"He said he would treat me to dinner."
Ji Huaimin was disappointed, "You really can't help but be coaxed by others. If he asks you, you just accept it. A man should be kept hanging."
"Brother, have you eaten?" She turned her head away and changed the subject.
"I've eaten." Ji Huaimin took her inside.
When Yue Xiangli returned to the mansion, he heard voices talking in the living room and walked towards it.
Yue Xiangchen was talking to a woman dressed as a student.
"The Yue is so handsome." Seeing Yue Xiangli, the female student stood up and shouted nervously.
"Brother, she is my classmate, Liang Sixian, who came to visit me."
Yue nodded to Li and walked towards the bedroom, "Well, you guys chat. It will be dark soon. Have someone send your classmates back then."
After Yue Xiangchen broke his leg during a competition with Han Xueyi, Yue Xiangli sent someone to investigate and found out that Han Xueyi had dirty thoughts about a girl named Liang Sixian.
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