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Facing such an ice-cold accusation from Han Qian, Ling Nan felt very helpless. Before she could explain, Han Qian added, "I'll go ask Han Shanglu. He's never been close to you, so it's even more impossible that he'll let you have a child."

Ling Nan immediately covered her face in despair.

He could tell that this matter was fake just by reacting a little, so why would he specifically go and question Han Sanlu?

From now on, her image in Han Shanglu's heart has gone from a girl trying to touch porcelain to a total lunatic.

She doesn't want face?!

Han Qian came in front of her, his eyes shining as if he was interrogating a prisoner. "What happened to that picture of yours?"

"Just treat it as me being a swindler …" Ling Nan was still immersed in self-loathing, wishing for nothing more than to dig a hole and dig a hole, "Don't talk to me, I'm not in the mood."

"If you were a complete liar, I wouldn't even have the time to bother with you." Han Qian gulped down the milk, "Tell me clearly what happened to you, I want to know."

Ling Nan raised her head and said, "Do you believe me, or do you not believe your cousin?"

"Let's see if you can play it. Can you convince me?" Han Qian held the straw in his mouth, saying whether he was ridiculing it or not, was ultimately so direct that he did not know how to turn around.

"That picture is real. The man in it is my fiancé." After being delayed for a long time, the food in the lunchbox had long since become completely cold. Ling Nan sighed, put the fork back into the lunchbox and closed it, "His name is Zhong Yue, and he looks almost identical to Han Dong... He died in a car accident the day before his wedding. "

"Rerun?" Han Qian suddenly lowered his head, a strange smile appearing on his face. "Is it really that similar?"

"I also find it inconceivable that there are two people in this world who look so similar... "So I'm not some gold digger, and I'm not crazy, I just …"

"Even if they look alike, what does it mean?" Han Qian's words were like a bayonet that instantly ripped open the secret hidden deep in Ling Nan's heart, "They are completely different people. You are pestering them endlessly, don't tell me that you still expect people like Han Shanglu to become substitutes for your fiance?"

Ling Nan was instantly dumbfounded.

She was like a moth to a flame as she crazily wanted to come into contact with Han Sanlu, but she never thought of the reason for her actions.

"Alright, it's none of your business."

Han Qian turned his head and walked away. Suddenly, he heard Ling Nan mutter from behind, "Actually, I didn't expect anything. As long as I saw Han Dong's face, I would feel that I could probably live quite well in that world … Am I to see that I am guilty too? "Ouch!"

Han Qian suddenly turned around, startling Ling Nan.

"If you want to see it, you can. Don't sneak around outside the office. "Suddenly, I raised my head and saw it. It was very scary."

"... "Thank you!" Ling Nan watched as Han Qian disappeared from sight, then suddenly regained his senses, "It depends on who my freedom is, why should I thank him?"

Han Qian's voice drifted back, "Your design is too bad, relying only on new materials, vulgar! "Let's try changing the ancient Chinese style materials."

"This version of the design is much more interesting than the previous version!" Sister He excitedly displayed the design script of Ling Nan, "Changing the platinum material into an old-fashioned silver ornament, and changing the wings into an emerald material, it's simply the finishing touch, the entire design's lit up!"

The whole team looked at each other. This was not only the first time Sister He praised someone, it was also Ling Nan, who usually received the most cannon bombardment.

Nana signalled to Ling Nan to cheer him on.

Ling Nan laughed with great difficulty, and even the fish tail lines were forced out.

After being reminded by Han Qian today, she came up with a sudden idea and made a change. She didn't think that just this simple modification would actually suit Sister He's taste.

No matter what, as long as he didn't get scolded, it was basically fine.

For a moment, Ling Nan even thought of finding a chance to properly express her good will with that annoying neighbor. However, when the night sound wave struck, she hoped from the bottom of her heart that Han Qian would hurry up and get lost.

The night was stormy and it was the first storm of the year.

Ling Nan probably didn't get along well with plants, because no matter how much she raised, a pot of mimic grass from last year grew vigorously outside the window, and the pot was stuck in the middle of the fence, so he had no choice but to allow it to experience rough weather outside.

Usually, when Ling Nan had something to do, she would poke two of its fingers. Seeing it shyly closing its leaves, she actually got the chance to poke a little.

Looking through the window and seeing it frantically swaying back and forth in the storm with its leaves tightly shut, Ling Nan silently chanted the blessing for it. If it died, it probably wouldn't die from the rain, but from shame.

People were invincible if they were shameless. This was a living example. It was too inspiring.

Fortunately, the sound of the rain tonight offset quite a few of the sound waves next door, so Ling Nan relied on the silence to barely sleep for a while, before being woken up by the extremely sensitive music in the darkness. The earplugs innocently rolled under the pillow, probably rubbed off while she was rolling around.

It was still raining heavily outside, as if it was determined to drown the city.

The time displayed on the screen was 3: 10 AM.

Ling Nan was in awe of this crazy neighbor. He had to go to the company during the day to brush up on his existence, and at night he was alone in the house. So the question came up — when would he ever be able to rest?

With great enthusiasm, Ling Nan walked into the corridor and pressed the doorbell. With a casual glance, Zhang Xuan happened to see the trash bag thrown outside.

The milk cartons were still ugly, then dried beef, QQ sugar, and cheese sticks.

The recipe next door was not only simple, but childish.

Three minutes had passed and Han Qian still hadn't come to open the door. Ling Nan lost her patience, waved her palms, and started patting on the door with a venting attitude.

Dong! Dong! Dong dong dong, dong dong dong! Dong dong dong, dong dong dong!

If she were to come here every night and knock her head off in the jewelry design industry, she would probably be able to create a unique mudslide in the drummer world in the future.

The door suddenly opened, revealing Han Qian's face inside. "What are you trying to do?"

His face was paler than last time, and he looked even more different than he had during the day.

"What's the matter with you? "Every night, it's going to be so noisy. You won't die even if you sleep for a while …" Standing at the door, Ling Nan felt a wave of hot air blowing towards her, as if the air had been set on fire. She couldn't help but step back, "Why is it so hot in your house? You're so rich, and you can't even bear to turn on the air conditioner?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Han Yu shrank back into the darkness of the porch and was about to close the door.

"Wait!" Ling Nan stepped forward and held the door open, "Let's get this clear today …"

As she got closer, she could clearly hear the strange thunderous sounds coming from the music. It was completely different from the rhythm of the music. Han Qian was around 1.8 meters tall. Normally, when he stood near Ling Nan, he would look up at him. However, today, he seemed to be shorter than usual. His body was swaying back and forth and did not seem like he could stand stably. When she took a closer look, she realized that Han Qian was not standing, because the lower half of his body was not supporting his legs, but his snake-like body. The part of the body was covered with thick scales. Even in the darkness, the scales were still shrouded in a layer of faint blue light. However, the light was not fixed, but continued to glitter like the waves in the ocean.

Ling Nan only felt someone pour a bucket of ice cubes over her head, her teeth chattering, "You... "You …"

"You saw it all." Han Qian's tone was not questioning, but absolute certainty.

"No …." "No …." When Ling Nan saw that his arm behind the door was covered with a layer of black scales like an eagle's claw, she knew that it was impossible for him to explain himself.

"I'll give you ten seconds to get this straight."

"Ten seconds... "Enough to say what?" Ling Nan's body was so stiff that she could not even move her legs. Did she fall head first into a nightmare, or did her lack of sleep lead to depression evolving into paranoia?

Han Qian's scale-covered hand gripped her wrist, and a clear rumbling sound could be heard as she spoke. "Last words."