Author: Purple Peony MACHINE TRANSLATION
He lanjinâs footsteps were like the wind as she walked briskly.
âYoung Madam. â When Nan Feng saw her leave, he kicked Shangguan Zhi away and dusted off the snow on his body. He quickly followed behind her, his buttocks trembling.
âHuh? You still want to drug me? â He lanjin looked askance at him and asked.
When Nan Feng heard this, he was somewhat at a loss and said, âthe medicine given to young madam is good medicine. â
Seeing that he was at a loss and did not dare to look at her, he lanjin smiled and stood there, saying, âthereâs still good and bad medicine? â
âdrugging can reduce the fever, â said Nan Feng.
He lanjin listened and reached out to touch her forehead. Indeed, the fever had subsided.
Seeing her touch her head, Nan Feng shifted his pace. Seeing Shangguan Zhi walking over, he pushed Shangguan Zhi forward. He hid behind him and turned around, disappearing without a trace.
â...âseeing this, he lanjin was ready to leave.
âGo and take a look at him. Donât really cause any trouble, â he lanjin said.
The so-called worsening of the illness and almost dying from injuries were all Qiao Hanyeâs âschemesâ , and these were all aimed at Qiao zhenting. Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth couldnât help but curl into a smile.
She quickly walked out and drove away.
Qiao Hanye watched her leave and did not chase after her. Instead, he turned around and walked back.
âYoung Master. â Shangguan Zhi followed behind him. When he saw Qiao Hanyeâs swift steps, he silently wiped off his cold sweat and asked in a low voice, âdid you use all the medicine that caused the wound to become inflamed when you asked me last time? â
âHuh? â Qiao Hanye raised his handsome eyebrows and looked at him coldly with his silent black eyes.
Shangguan Zhi was so scared that his legs went soft. He immediately said, âI didnât say anything. â
âMaster. â Han Beicheng strode forward and walked to his side. âOld Sir has returned to the city and did not leave. Do you think we still need to continue? â
âYes. Tell old Qin that he needs to report to me every day in the future. Tell... Qin Nan to come to Jing Garden every day to submit it to me, â Qiao Hanye said coldly.
Han Beicheng listened and said quietly, âyes, Iâll make the arrangements right away. â
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At this moment, Qin Nan, who was drinking in the nightclub and was about to hit on a girl, sneezed. He choked on the alcohol and kept coughing as he said, âwho the F * Ck is scolding me behind my back? â
He had sacrificed a lot for the Qin familyâs business.
âRing. â At this moment, his phone rang. Qin Nan quickly picked it up and saw that it was his father calling.
He hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth, and answered the call. âFather, whatâs the matter? â
After the other party finished speaking, Qin Nan Meng stood up and shouted in disbelief, âwhat? In the future, do I need to summarize and present the reports for the cooperation projects with Mr. Qiao every day? Do you want me to deliver the reports every day? â
âYou want me to go? The company doesnât have the money to hire people? Iâm a young master after all, not an errand boy, â Qin Nan said.
The other party listened and quietly said, âyour nightclub contract is almost up. Do you still want the nightclub? â
âF * CK. â Being threatened, Qin Nan was so angry that he could only admit defeat and said, âisnât it just delivering reports? Iâll do it. â
The nightclub was his private little world. He could hi, play, eat, drink, and play, and he could also pick up girls. How could he give up Besides, he had nothing to do every day. What was wrong with delivering reports?
Just as he thought of this, he saw he lanjinâs figure appear.
âAh Jin, Iâm here. â Qin Nan hurriedly waved at her and pushed the scantily clad woman beside him to the side. She refused to give in and insisted on pestering him.
Qin Nan grabbed her leg and threw her out.
âWhat do you want to drink? â Qin Nanâs eyes lit up when he saw her. He patted his chest and said, âbrother has been making a lot of money recently. Iâll be the host tonight. â
He looked at his flushed face and excited look.