The host is a little money fan of the paranoid villain

Chapter 125 Miss, he vomited blood again.

ah?What kind of underworld problem is this?
Nan Jia looked at the loving young couple beside her with some resentment in her eyes.What is this girl so prepared for?
Mo Yan repeated again: "Why? I don't have anything?"

Nan Jia lowered her head and blinked vigorously, trying to squeeze out a few tears on the spot.

Mo Yan clasped his fists and stared at her silently: "Stop squeezing."

Being caught, Nanjia had no choice but to raise her face: "Hey, it's a pleasure to see you, why should I cry?"

It happened that the boy next door said the same thing, and then the girl patted the boy's chest and said, "Weeping with joy, don't you know?"

Nan Jia quietly turned her face and glanced at Mo Yan.

Sure enough, Mo Yan looked gloomy, waiting for Nanjia to explain.

Nan Jia pulled Mo Yan forward with all her strength, and now she is taking Mo Yan away from this place of right and wrong.

After a while, I was stimulated again.

"People have different personalities. I don't like to cry. Have you ever seen me cry? Unless I meet..."

Nan Jia suddenly paused as she spoke, because she thought of the previous plane.

Mo Yan asked: "Unless what?"

Nan Jia glared at Mo Yan fiercely, and Mo Yan was a little puzzled by the stare.

Is it not me who is angry?Why does it feel like she is angry now.

"Nanjia, you don't want to coax me. You pretend to be angry, right?"

Nan Jia patted Mo Yan angrily.

Mo Yan was not embarrassing Nanjia, but he made a request: "Next time, come pick me up, and I will also spend it. I have to have what other people have."

"understood"

"I went abroad for treatment this time, and the curative effect seems to be good. So I didn't see you coughing. It's just that your face is still a little pale."

Mo Yan nodded in agreement, "Well, it has some effect."

"It's good to have an effect."

Nan Jia and Mo Yan ate casually outside and then went home.

The lights in the bar were on and off, and Mo Yuan was absent-minded while holding his wine glass.

The person on the side asked: "Young Master Mo, what's the matter? Why do you feel that you are not in the mood?"

Han Suirui joked with a smile: "What can he do? Mr. Mo already has a girl he likes."

He Yuepan's ears perked up when he heard these words, and he listened very seriously.Mo Yuan can play, but he can't be sincere, and he still wants to marry him.

"Who is it? So ignorant? Still avoiding you?"

Mo Yuan finished the wine in one gulp, and he smashed the cup on the coffee table: "Nanjia".

"Nanjia?"

Everyone present was a little surprised. When did Mo Yuan contact Nan Jia?How could he fall in love with Nanjia?

"Um"

He Yuepan looked at Mo Yuan with a serious expression, she was a little flustered, Nanjia's family background was not much different from her own, if Mo Yuan really liked her, the possibility of their marriage was very high, so what would she do?no!

When He Yuepan thought of the rumors about He Sheng's school, her pupils shrank slightly, and she had a solution.

"Mo Yuan likes Nanjia? But Nanjia should have a boyfriend, right?"

Mo Yuan immediately turned to look at He Yuepan: "Huh?"

He Yuepan quietly straightened her body, even sagging her right-angled shoulder to make her figure graceful: "Yes, my younger brother He Sheng and Nan Jia are from the same school. It has been spread all over their school that Nan Jia and Mo Yan are Nan Jia. The adopted son of the family is together, and she is especially protective of him."

Mo Yuan frowned, and his eyelids were wrinkled: "Impossible, how could she be with an adopted son?"

Mo Yuan didn't believe it, he could believe that Nan Jia was just not attracted to him for the time being.But he couldn't accept that Nanjia looked down on him and chose someone else.

He Yuepan said innocently: "Why should I lie to you?"

Mo Yuan's eyes stared fiercely at He Yuepan, and the atmosphere froze a bit.

Han Suirui hurriedly smoothed things over: "Oh, this is not easy to deal with? Does anyone have Nanjia's contact information? Just call her here and ask in person?"

Suddenly the box became quiet, and no one answered.

Han Suirui shouted in surprise: "No?"

Is Nanjia's social circle so narrow?
A handsome boy said weakly: "I have, but I shouldn't be able to call her out."

Wu Qingcheng added Nanjia's contact information by accident, but they didn't have much friendship.

Mo Yuan pondered for a while, and suddenly thought of Nan Jia's performance at the antique fair: "You said you have a treasure in your hand that needs her appraisal, and in return you will give her a gold bar."

"it is good"

Nan Jia rummaged through Mo Yan's suitcase in Mo Yan's room, looking for him to buy chocolates for herself.

Nan Jia sat cross-legged on Mo Yan's bed and ate chocolate, watching Mo Yan pack his own luggage, this boring action made Nan Jia feel sleepy.

Nanjia's eyelids were sore, she blinked vigorously, and put the chocolate away: "No, I have to go to bed, you can clean it up yourself."

Mo Yan looked at his watch, it was already eleven o'clock, and it was indeed late: "Well, go to sleep."

Nan Jia walked out with chocolate and mobile phone
Suddenly Nanjia's cell phone rang.

"Hey?"

There was a crisp boy on the other side of the phone: "Sister Nan, hello, I'm Wu Qingcheng. I have a calligraphy and painting in my hand. I heard that you are very good at appraising treasures. I want you to take a look for me."

Nan Jia was about to refuse when he was tempted by what he said next: "I know it's late, but the matter is urgent. If you can help me identify it now, I will give you a gold bar in return."

Nanjia's eyelids were no longer heavy, and she was refreshed instantly.

Just take a look and exchange it for a gold bar?
It's a good deal!Can.

"Okay, you send me the address, and I'll go there now."

"grateful"

Nan Jia hung up the phone, refreshed, and the sleepiness at the beginning was swept away.

Compared to Nanjia's joy, Mo Yan's eyes were half-closed, and the emotions in his eyes were gloomy. If he heard correctly, it was a man on the phone, right?

He called Nan Jia out so late?Can he make Nanjia happy with just one phone call?

The violence in Mo Yan's heart was about to be overwhelmed, he tightened his fingers, and his clothes were creased by him.

Nan Jia said: "I'll go out first, you go to bed early, don't worry about me."

Mo Yan stood up and stood in front of Nan Jia. He stared into Nan Jia's eyes and said in a low voice, "Don't let me care about you? Then Nan Jia, who do you want to care about you?"

The eyes and tone of voice are very wrong.

Nanjia immediately said: "Well... who else can there be besides you?"

"Who is that man? Are you going out with him so late?"

The man, the two of them were bitten by Mo's disgust!
"I don't know him either. He said his name is Wu Qingcheng, and he asked me to help him identify calligraphy and paintings. In return, he would give me a gold bar."

When it comes to gold bars, Nanjia's little expression is extremely vivid
Mo Yan frowned even more: "You don't know anyone, so you dare to go out with him? Nanjia, how do you have a brain? Give you back the gold bars, it sounds like a lie."

"Whatever, let's go and have a look first. What if it's true."

Mo Yan shouted with cold eyes: "Nanjia!"

(End of this chapter)