Nan Qiyu's face was indifferent.
He glanced at her, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was indifferent, "What does this have to do with me?"
"..." This guy.
The sound of steady footsteps approached.
Rong Shang followed, "You eat my food, live in my house, and use my things. Can't I even help you with this small request?"
"Uncle Ye sent me."
It means, it's none of your business.
Well, that makes sense.
This is the first time I've ever seen someone so ruthless.
Rong Shang nodded thoughtfully, and then she saw him walk quickly toward the bedroom.
A glint flashed in her eyes, and she smiled, saying behind him, "Fine, since you're so cold, I guess I'll just have to wait for your alternate personality to emerge before—"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" The man returned after hearing her words. He stood in front of her, his height, almost half a head taller than hers, exuding an imposing aura.
"Don't talk nonsense." He suddenly lowered his head, his deep gaze meeting hers, his voice rising at the end, carrying an extreme danger, "Hmm?"
"Then you'll let me be your assistant, hmm?" Rong Shang raised an eyebrow slightly, her eyes playful.
Nan Qiyu and she exchanged a glance, pursed their lips, and remained silent.
"What, is there something you're having trouble telling me?" She took a step forward, and the man instinctively took a step back.
With a smile, Rong Shang reached out her hand, but the other person dodged it again.
Such a strong reaction?
"Do you hate me?" she asked.
"No," Nan Qiyu denied.
But the next second, when she says, "I have a relationship I'd like to talk to you about, is that okay?"
[Ding, favorability has decreased by five points.]
The system's cold, mechanical voice rang out, and Rong Chang's lips twitched.
Okay, she hasn't broken up with Cheng Siyang yet, so it's really not a good time to talk to him.
Having convinced herself, Rong Chang took a step back.
Nan Qiyu narrowed his long eyes and looked over, "You want to have your cake and eat it too?"
"No." Rong Shang shrugged. "Then wait for me."
"..."
What are we waiting for?
Nan Qiyu was taken aback. He looked at her, and she smiled.
He didn't speak, but the hands at his sides tightened in his chest.
*
Perhaps because Nan Qiyu was at the villa, Cheng Siyang stayed in the living room after dinner today, without saying that he wanted to go back or go back to the company.
Currently, he is still Ye Zhaoxue's boyfriend, and in the Ye family, he is the future son-in-law.
On the surface, Tong Yilin couldn't say anything to him; she could only watch him accompany another woman as her boyfriend.
It really is quite uncomfortable.
After dinner, Tong Yilin's wound started hurting again. She asked Rong Shang for leave, but soon after, Cheng Siyang also disappeared.
At that moment, Nan Qiyu was making a phone call downstairs near the window when two figures embracing each other appeared in his line of sight in the courtyard outside.
Nan Qiyu's dark eyes paused.
He subconsciously turned his head to look at the living room not far away, where the woman was lying on her side on the sofa, resting with her eyes closed.
Xiao Xie's voice came through the phone from time to time, but Nan Qiyu had no interest in listening to what he was saying.
He looked into the courtyard again, just as Cheng Siyang turned around, and their eyes met unexpectedly.
The other person hurriedly pushed the woman away from his arms.
Then he moved his feet as if he was about to walk this way, but Nan Qiyu remained expressionless and raised his hand to draw the curtains.
Immoral and corrupt.
Out of sight, out of mind.
It took Nan Qiyu only half an hour to go upstairs at night.
"Knock knock knock".
There was a knocking sound coming from outside the door.
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