The Rebirth Group's pet little flirt

She stepped on the luxury car to drift, and with its tail behind it, it wandered around in alleys one after another.

One circle, two circles, three circles.

The car was so fast that Feng Weiwei inside felt as if she was about to be blown away by the wind.

"Who did you learn your driving skills from? You like risking your life so much?"

On the way, my best friend couldn't bear it, so she had to raise the car window, so as to block the cool wind from being unscrupulous in her ears.

"Don't worry, I passed the driver's license test, and my speed is within a safe range. It's just that if I want to shake off my tail now, I have to work hard." Nan Zhixin held the steering wheel with both hands, and looked at the tail that appeared again and again. , everyone is surprised.

"How many tails?" Feng lightly glanced out the car window.

Nan Zhixin acted calmly and replied calmly, "At least three."

At least three.

How do you tell if you speak so decisively?

Feng Qingwei was confused by this.

Nan Zhixin lightly raised her finger, and explained in a heavy tone: "I said, when you get used to being followed, you will be able to guess how many unknown people will follow you."

No matter how sophisticated the tracking technology is, it will more or less leave flaws.

"Hey, I'm really worried about you." Feng gently looked at her girlfriends, enemies, one after another, with an extremely sad heart, "Is that the person sent by Min Qingqing?"

Nan Zhixin didn't care about these things, she smiled arrogantly, and her eyes were filled with joy, "Who knows, it's my enemy anyway."

After walking around for about an hour, Nan Zhixin finally chose a crossroads and successfully got rid of those stalkers.

"It's all right now, we won't be found anymore." Feng Weiwei was pleased with her best friend's speed and intelligence, but Nan Zhixin came to a sudden stop two seconds later.

Stopping suddenly, Nan Zhixin lazily stretched out his arms, smiling sadly, "There will still be people following tomorrow."

These people just want to monitor their movements, they won't get close, they won't shoot, they are mysterious and scary.

But it was precisely because they were like dog skin plasters that couldn't be shaken off that Nan Zhixin felt bored.

Otherwise, find a few people, cover them all with a sack, and throw them directly into the bureau.

Can't the story end?

"Hey, it's really miserable for you and Mr. Fu." Before Feng lightly sighed briefly, the car had already stopped at the gate of Fu's house.

She personally opened the car door gently for her best friend Feng, and carried the things she bought in advance from the trunk to the room.

A servant has already rushed to the front to pick up the things, respectfully, "Ma'am?"

"My good friend is here, you all go to work, I want to cook myself."

After showing off his cooking skills in front of everyone last time, the servants were no longer surprised by Nan Zhixin's orders.

Say hello and don't bother me anymore.

In the past, the wife and husband were always arguing with each other, but as time passed, they didn't know that in the imperial capital, that arrogant and domineering young lady could actually be a master of cooking.

After all, people cannot see the surface.

Miss Qianjin, there are times when she washes her hands and makes soup.

"Intimate, it's rare, you still have to cook yourself." Feng Qingqing followed to the door of the kitchen to have a look.

Feng Qingnian understood the skillful chopping of vegetables and Nan Zhixin's calm reaction after the oil was heated.

After all, I still underestimate my best friend.

She may be excellent, but she was just too lazy to show off in the past.

"Gently, how about I invite you to have a chat with Mr. Ye tomorrow?"

Worried about having long nights and dreams, Nan Zhixin really wants to see the two fall in love.

Feng lightly agreed casually.

But for a moment I became uneasy again.

She should... like Mr. Yeqi, right?
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At 05:30, the sun was setting, the ground was covered with a layer of brilliant brocade, and the courtyard sounded the siren.

Nan Zhixin put down the hand holding the cutting board abruptly, she turned her head, smiled and said to Feng gently: "Qingqing, can you help me see if my Shiyu is back?"

"Okay." Feng turned around lightly, and saw Fu Shiyu who came back with a lot of things.

He was just about to blurt out calling her a silly girl, but when he saw that there were guests at home, he smiled and retracted what he was going to say next.

"So Miss Feng is here?" Changed the wording.

Feng lightly gestured to the people in the kitchen, "Zhixin is cooking, he asked you to wait."

"Okay." Fu Shiyu put the things into the kitchen and tilted his head to look at Nan Zhixin who was cooking.

Green pepper shredded pork, mapo tofu, hot and sour potato shreds.
There are already several dishes on the counter.

"Do you need help?" Fu Shiyu walked over and was about to wash his hands.

Nan Zhixin glanced at Fu Shiyu's suit, expressionless: "I'll give you 3 minutes, go out and sit, don't come in!"

Cough, what a domineering and arrogant tone.

Imitate very much like him.

Fu Shiyu gave him a sideways look, and could only back out with embarrassment on his face.

After leaving the kitchen, Feng lightly teased him: "Mr. Fu, have you been turned away?"

Fu Shiyu straightened his suit cuff buttons, and said calmly, "Fortunately, although she is so domineering, at least it shows that she cares about me. She cares too much, so she will take the initiative to wash her hands and make soup in the kitchen."

Nan Zhixin, who heard those words in the kitchen, held the kitchen knife, raised his mouth at the door, and said with a strange expression: "Sir, you misunderstood, I am not washing my hands tonight to make soup for you, but for my best friend's sake." .”

Fu Shiyu uttered a boring monosyllable: "Oh?"

Is this clear what she means?
Nan Zhixin pursed her mouth and continued to pat the garlic.

Fu Shiyu didn't like coriander, and Nan Zhi knew that there was no coriander in the food.

Feng Weiwei thinks that coriander is not bad, but what is placed in front of her is a bowl of coriander.

"Qinxin, don't you also think that coriander is okay?" She handed over the coriander in front of her.

Nan Zhixin smelled the aroma of coriander and really wanted to pick it up, but in the end she just shook her head, and said in three words: "Quit."

Fu Shiyu who was beside him heard these words, and his eyes moved gently to Nan Zhixin's face.

There is an inexplicable warmth in the bright and dark eyes.

This is his wife.

Is it for his wife who is beginning to change?
From the moment he rescued Zhixin, it felt like she was changing for herself.

Feng gently looked at the two of them, one buried his head in eating, and the other was observing carefully, and felt that he was eating dog food.

A little envious, he tilted his head to the side, feeling vaguely uncomfortable.

Pursing his lips, he deliberately smiled, and hurriedly finished his meal, which was so impressive.

When leaving, Nan Zhixin got up and escorted him to the door.

His brows and eyes are bleak, and his expression is lonely.

She grabbed Feng Qingqing's sleeve and looked at her intently: "Qing Qing, I will ask Mr. Ye to find you tomorrow."

"You asked Mr. Ye to find me?" Feng smiled awkwardly, not realizing it was funny, "Qinxin, do you know Mr. Ye?"

Nan Zhixin lowered her gaze slightly, raised her eyes, and looked at the person in front of her: "Gently, you really know how to grasp the details."

"The main reason is that your details are too obvious?" Feng gently looked into Nan Zhixin's eyes, waiting for her answer.

Her expression is natural and easy-going, without much emotion, but she is very serious.

"Yes, Mr. Ye is my friend."

Ah, tell the truth?