Han Ningchu, who had just finished quarreling with Nanmen Yue, came to Zhu Mo.
He squinted his eyes and glanced at the three men with crew cuts and said with a smile: "Hey, isn't this Brother Qiao?"
The buzz cut man nodded and said hello to Han Ningchu: "Master Han..."
I felt a little embarrassed and didn't know where to hide for a moment.
"Know him?" Zhu Mo asked.
"Of course, it's Qiao Heng, the local tyrant of Long City. He made a lot of trouble in Changning City back then. My father personally brought three saints to defeat him." Han Ningchu shrugged and said.
"That's pretty impressive. How come my second brother could have subdued him?"
Unexpectedly, he, the overlord of Long City, was insulted by two young men today, but Qiao Heng could only swallow his anger.
The Han family today is no longer what it used to be. In Han Ningchu's eyes, he is indeed just a little kid.
He is not even the overlord of Long City now, and his status is much lower.
I could only endure being called Brother Qiao.
When they saw Han Ningchu, Zhai Xin and Zhai Miao behind Qiao Heng turned around deliberately. They looked embarrassed and tried to avoid Han Ningchu.
Zhu Mo pointed at the two of them, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "It seems that you also know the two Master Zhai?"
If it weren't for the fact that Zhu Mo was the young master of the Zhu family, the two of them would have scolded him for being too talkative.
"Ha~ Xiao Jin, Xiao Shui. You guys are here too. Long time no see? No, it seems like quite a while too."
Han Ningchu's lips curled up slightly.
The two of them were like students who were caught hiding from their teacher. They had no choice but to turn around and greet him: "Hello, Master Han... I hope you are doing well."
After all, they are both saints. Is senior so unwilling to give them face?
Zhu Chi probably didn't consider Han Ningchu.
The three saints were asked to show off their muscles, but instead they all became autistic on the spot.
"Pfft...How come these two became Xiao Jin and Xiao Shui in your place?" Zhu Mo's heart was suddenly filled with joy.
As soon as the senior arrived, the three of them had to stand in a row and be scolded.
Damn, I love this senior so much!
"Didn't I go to Long City on the day you met my mother? I had a fight with your brother's two men at that time." Han Ningchu said casually.
"Won the fight?" Looking at their bitter faces, one could tell that they must have been taught a lesson by Han Ningchu.
"Well, one against two is a complete defeat." He said as a matter of course.
Hearing that Han Ningchu did not give them any face at all, Zhai Xin and Zhai Miao buried their heads deeply in their chests. Although they were shaking with anger, they could do nothing.
What else can they say when two can't beat one? They can only endure Han Ningchu's ridicule.
"Well...you guys better leave quickly. I feel embarrassed for you. Tell my second brother that I will contact him." Zhu Mo said with a smile.
Qiao Heng nodded silently and asked quietly: "When will you contact..."
"Soon, I'll find time to visit my second brother when I get to Changning City." Zhu Mo waved his hand, signaling that they could leave.
When they left, the three of them did not forget to glare coldly at Zhu Mo and Han Ningchu.
The three of them casually said hello and left as if escaping.
"Going to Changning City? When?"
When Han Ningchu heard that Zhu Mo was going to Changning City, he suddenly became energetic.
Her beautiful eyes were full of anticipation.
"Didn't I promise you last time? Let's go tomorrow, visit your house and talk about engagement?" Zhu Mo joked.
got engaged?
These two words made Han Ningchu's heart rise and fall, and his breathing became a little rapid.
"Engage...Engagement?!" Han Ningchu asked in a trembling voice, her beautiful eyes full of surprise and a hint of expectation.
"Yeah. What's wrong, don't you want to?"
"Of course I do! It's just..." Han Ningchu found it difficult to speak. His heart was beating wildly and a blush appeared on his fair face.
Putting his arm around Han Ningchu's shoulders, he asked, "Just what? Senior, can you please finish what you are saying?"
After struggling for a long time, Han Ningchu finally said, "I heard that men will propose marriage, and will only talk about engagement after the woman agrees..."
"Yes!" Zhu Mo slapped his thigh and almost forgot about such a thing.
It seems that after spending so much time with my senior, it feels like we are already married. Engagement is just a procedure, and I actually forgot such an important step.
Feeling somewhat guilty, he said, "I will definitely propose to you, Senior. You never know, I might suddenly propose to you one day."
Han Ningchu leaned in Zhu Mo's arms and nodded, using her small hands to play with her hair:
"Actually, I don't have to be as romantic as in the TV dramas. Anyway, you know I will definitely say yes if you propose to me."
"Otherwise..." Han Ningchu suddenly got excited: "If you don't want to propose, I can do it too."
"No, I'm marrying you, not you marrying me." Zhu Mo lowered his head and kissed Han Ningchu's white forehead, saying softly: "Wait for me, I believe that day will come soon."
"Yeah!" Han Ningchu felt so sweet in her heart. She looked up at Zhu Mo and responded in a tender voice.
Zhu Mo stretched out his right index finger and gently scratched Han Ningchu's nose: "I am very much looking forward to the day when we can be called husband and wife."
"I..."
Her long eyelashes fluttered, and the love in her eyes surged out like a tide: "I'm looking forward to it too!"
Husband, wife.
Han Ningchu's cheeks would turn slightly red just thinking about it, and the happiness in his heart seemed like it was filled with honey.
Anyway, she had already entrusted her life to this man in her heart.
...
Maybe because the atmosphere was just right last night, the two fought until dawn before finally stopping.
The torn white silk was left on the floor, and the clothes of the two people were scattered everywhere.
The whole house exudes the charming scent of spring.
It was the first time for both of them to sleep until noon. Although Han Ningchu and Zhu Mo woke up, they were still lying on the bed weakly.
"It seems that you should change your diet, otherwise I might be torn apart by you one day." Han Ningchu looked at Zhu Mo seriously and said.
"No, I think it's pretty good." Zhu Mo refused decisively.
"Oooooh...Please, spare me."
Her eyes were full of pleading, and such a mature lady actually put on a pitiful expression.
How could Zhu Mo, a young man full of vigor and vitality, endure this?
Turning over and pressing her down, Zhu Mo kissed her and whispered in her ear: "Not only do I have to refuse, I also want to continue..."
An hour later...
"I can't walk anymore, junior. Carry me down~"
After finally washing up and changing into clothes, Han Ningchu lay on the bed, stretched out his hands and acted coquettishly.
Because she really didn't want to move and wanted to save trouble, the senior sister wore a black pleated skirt for the first time, with a loose gray sweatshirt on top.
Of course, these were all forced upon him by Zhu Mo.
Of course, Zhu Mo put it like this on Han Ningchu so that she would feel comfortable wearing it.
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