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C6 Attack

As the four of them sat together, Jian Ruoyu felt uncomfortable all over.

Especially when a man stared at her with an indistinct gaze, she had the illusion that she was digging her own grave.

Woo woo … * Let your mouth be cheap, let your mouth be cheap.

Nangong Ao was an influential figure in Y City, so Chen Shaojue had naturally heard of his deeds. Jian Menglin was Jian Ruoyu's elder sister. Since he wanted to pursue her sister, he naturally had to perform well.

Chen Shaojue tried hard to liven up the atmosphere, but Nangong Ao did not support him. The atmosphere had just eased up a little when it cooled down again.

"Shaojue, can you cut it for me?" Lili's sudden request flattered Chen Shaojue, and he hurriedly took the plate. "Of course."

"Thank you." She purposely gave a sweet smile, revealing two cute little canines. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nangong Ao's expression darken.

Hmph, letting you follow me and destroy my date!

"Ruoyu, you can eat now." Chen Shaojue handed Jian Ruoyu the well-cut steak.

"Thank you." Jian Menglin's suppressed voice sounded next to her ear, "Ao, are you alright?"

"Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom." The scarlet liquid splattered an ugly black on the gray suit pants.

"Crippled chrysanthemum, the ground is covered in wounds, your smile has turned yellow …" Jian Ruoyu's phone in her bag rang. She took it out and frowned. After apologizing to Chen Shaojue and Jian Menglin, they left the table and walked in the direction of the washroom.

"Even if you fell into the toilet and were waiting for someone to save you, you should still call my sister, right?" He was trying to make things difficult for her, wasn't he?

"Come to the second floor immediately." The commanding tone suppressed his anger.

"Hey, Nangong Ao, don't go too far." It's off duty now, and I'm not your twenty-four-hour babysitter. " What right did that damned fellow have to order her?

"It's up to you whether you want to come or not, but you have to bear the consequences."

"Du du du..." Jian Ruoyu was infuriated by his busy tone. "AHH … …" What did this damned Nangong Ao want to do?

He put away his cell phone, gritted his teeth and dashed up to the second floor in anger.

As soon as they reached the second floor, a pair of hands wrapped around her slender waist. Her cry for help was still in her throat, but her mouth was immediately covered. He could only kick his legs again and again with both of his feet as he desperately struggled.

Just as countless scenes of horror movies flashed through her mind, she heard a familiar voice: "It's me."

"Woo woo woo …" All of his fear turned into anger and he kicked Nangong Ao a few times. He was satisfied to hear a man behind him exclaim in a low voice before he stopped moving.

Once freed, Jian Ruoyu asked loudly, "Are you crazy? If you don't have anything to do, why are you scaring me? "

Jian Ruoyu's kick had landed skillfully. Nangong Ao was in so much pain that he grimaced. He almost couldn't straighten up, so he simply maintained a weird posture.

"Nangong Ao, don't play dead!" He did it on purpose, on purpose. She wouldn't fall into his trap!

He clapped his hands, turned around and was about to leave when he heard the sound of a heavy object landing on the ground behind him. Nangong Ao's voice was filled with pain and depression: "Feather, you're really leaving just like that?"

"BOOM!" His heart skipped a beat as he pretended to be angry. He looked down at Nangong Ao who was looking down at him with disdain. "You are suffering for your own deeds!"

"I'll go call my sister." After saying that, she lifted her leg and was about to leave when her waist was once again embraced. After a spin, a scorching heat covered her lips.

Unlike the lips in the office, Nangong Ao's kiss was aggressive. As a werewolf trying to swallow the red cap, Jian Ruoyu's breath was taken away passionately with a punitive kiss.

Under the encirclement of Nangong Ao's aura, Jian Ruoyu forgot to struggle and just let him have his way. Nangong Ao had no choice but to let go of her when his aura was almost exhausted.

As her consciousness returned, Jian Ruoyu felt indescribably ashamed and angry. She raised her hand and slapped Nangong Ao harshly, taking the opportunity to run downstairs.

It had been five hours since she'd lain in bed. At four in the morning, she was still awake, tossing and turning, her head full of Nangong Ao's kiss and his rancid breath.

"AHH!" Unable to bear it any longer, he sat up and grabbed his hair with both hands.

How could Nangong Ao kiss her? How could he? He and his sister were publicly acknowledged as a pair!

Oh, heavens, the earth, how could it be like this? Damn Nangong Ao, how could she face her sister?

"Ping Ping Pang Pang Pang." A weird sound came from outside the door, frightening Jian Ruoyu, who had a bad feeling about this, into her quilt. He sneaked out a pair of eyes and looked at the door under the moonlight.

"..." The ghost-like sounds were intermittent, and in the darkness, it was so shocking that it caused his nerves to tighten.

Jian Ruoyu was so scared that her body went limp and her teeth chattered uncontrollably.

"Bam!" The sound of something heavy landing on the ground.

"Ah, the thieves have entered, the thieves have entered..." The two little people fiercely fought in her mind. One wanted her to calm down, while the other was in a state of panic. Trembling for a long time, he couldn't find his phone. Then, a series of banging sounds could be heard.

When did a thief make such a loud noise? It was as if they were going to tear down the house.

He forcefully suppressed the fear in his heart and got off the bed. He grabbed the vase on the bedside table and placed it in front of his chest. Taking a deep breath, he abruptly opened the door.

Jian Ruoyu's shock was no small matter. Jian Menglin's body was in a sorry state, reeking of alcohol as she laid on the ground. Jian Ruoyu quickly threw down the vase to help her up, "Sis, Sis, what happened to you? How can you drink like this? "

"Heh heh... Ruoyu... "Let me tell you a secret …" Jian Menglin spoke stutteringly with her tongue hanging out.

The moment she opened her mouth, the strong scent of alcohol made Jian Ruoyu cough, "Cough cough … "Sis, let me help you go back to your room to rest, cough …"

The drunk Jian Menglin was heavy, Jian Ruoyu could not even muster up all her strength. After struggling to stand up, Jian Menglin staggered and the two of them fell into a heap.

"Aiya, my butt …" Sis, Sis, are you alright? Are you all right? "Young mistress." Not caring about the pain, he hurriedly went to help Jian Menglin.

"Heh heh... Woo woo … * "Ruoyu, I'm in so much pain, so much pain …" Lying on Jian Ruoyu's body, he broke down in tears.

"Ah?" Sis, where did you fall? I'll take you to the doctor. " Jian Ruoyu panicked and panicked as she was pressed down by Jian Menglin.

"The doctors can't cure my illness …" Jian Menglin laughed and cried at the same time, scaring Jian Ruoyu into a panic.

"No, no. "Sis, you will definitely be fine. You will definitely be fine." She wanted to call an ambulance, but Jian Menglin held her hand tightly.

"Ruoyu, I like to be arrogant. I love him so much. Ever since I was a child, I had always wanted to be his bride, so I worked hard to improve myself, hoping that one day I would become his most perfect bride. I've done so much for him, but he doesn't like me. Hahahaha... "He doesn't like me …" Jian Ruoyu was shocked and hurt as she had never seen her sister lose her composure like this.

She hugged Jian Menglin back to comfort her, "Sis, you are the best, you are already the perfect woman. Everyone likes you, how can Nangong Ao be an exception? He, he … He definitely likes you and likes you a lot! "

"Really? Ao really likes me? " The wistful look in her eyes was heartbreaking.

Under Jian Ruoyu's repeated assurances, Jian Menglin fell into a deep sleep with tears still on her face.

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