The momentum of the domestic real estate industry will be more and more room for growth. She and Bgy's boss sat in the conference room and expressed their opinions on the analysis of domestic real estate.

Ji Nuan said every sentence to the point, making Bgy's boss look forward to his next cooperation with Mo Nuan Studio in the future.

Just as we were having fun, the phone on the conference table began to vibrate. Ji Nuan didn't look at the caller ID, so he pressed it and hung up, and then continued to talk with a smile.

In the Amethyst City Club, Mo Jingshen heard the phone being hung up and glanced at the screen of the phone.

Nan Heng looked at the man holding his cell phone and had not had time to walk out of the box, and asked with a teasing look: "What's your expression? Could it be that Ji Nuan hung up your phone?"

Mo Jingshen didn't speak.

Did the little woman really learn to hang up her phone?

Qin Siting said just now that he actually let Ji Nuan grow a pair of wings to fly, he finally began to think about this matter.

Twenty-year-old Ji Nuan still has too much room to learn and grow. Thinking of one day in the future, if she really grows up completely, transforms herself into the so-called President Ji that he can no longer control...

Mo Jingshen narrowed his eyes slightly.

Qin Siting was always calm and calmly sitting on the square sofa on the other side drinking, gently shaking the white half-dory in the square glass cup, and smiled: "If you dare to hang up your phone, Ji Nuan is really the first one. When she comes, I have to praise her. She is so good!"

After the tone fell for a moment, Qin Siting said again: "It's getting late, but don't worry, what's wrong, should I go to her place to see?"

Nan Heng glanced at the time: "With Feng Ling by her side, there will be no problem. She must have hung up the phone by herself. I put my best assistant next to his woman. If there is still a problem, wouldn't that be too sorry for my years of cultivation of Feng Ling?"

Mo Jingshen walked over, went back to the sofa and took off Nan Heng's leg that was resting on the crystal coffee table. After sitting down, he said indifferently: "If you don't get Feng Ling away from you, you may die directly in her hands."

Nan Heng suddenly choked his throat by a puff of cigarette, coughing until some blood appeared in his deep eyes, and then he said a little hard: "Why? Mom told me to die in her hands?"

Mo Jingshen Liangbo sneered: "I think you are so idle lately."

"What? I'm very idle. Do you want to fight me?" Nan Heng squinted his eyes with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Don't leave you two. If you want to kill each other, stay away from me. In the middle of the night, I don't want to drag two seriously injured patients back to the hospital. I'm rarely on night shift today." Qin Siting sneered.

...

More than half an hour later, Ji Nuan finally appeared at the Amethyst City Club.

The security guard led the way to the designated private room door, opened the door, and saw that the private room inside was very large, the sofa, coffee table vertical microphone and many facilities that only have high-end party halls, all of which are complete.

There were only three people sitting inside.

Mo Jingshen, Nan Heng, and Qin Siting.

Qin Siting is now considered an old acquaintance. Nanheng has always been known only to Ji Nuan. It is said that he has been in the United States for a longer time and has done arms business. He once made a fortune in Haicheng and later became famous in the United States.

As soon as she opened the door, Mo Jingshen looked at her with faint eyes and said, "Nannuan, come and sit."

Ji Nuan nodded and was about to pass, but suddenly saw Nan Heng's expression that was unbearable, as if he had goose bumps.

"I said to you, I can kiss me at home. Can you pay attention to this in public?" Nan Heng scolded coldly.

I really have known Mo Jingshen for so many years but haven't seen him take the initiative to anyone, let alone such a close and enthusiastic way. It's really breaking through their limits of acceptance.

Mo Jingshen glanced at him coldly: "Take your feet away."

Nanheng: “…”

He wanted to curse people very much, but he still endured it. In a blink of an eye, Ji Nuan had already walked over, and Nanheng's feet were placed on the coffee table, which was indeed blocking the way. He withdrew his feet and looked out the door with his eyes.

After Feng Ling delivered Ji Nuan, he stood outside the door conscientiously, turned around and planned to stand with the few bodyguards in front of the door.

"What are you doing outside the station? Come in." Nan Heng suppressed his voice, cold and as if he was ordered.

Ji Nuan was planning to let Feng Ling come in together just now, but Feng Ling never came in. As soon as she walked to Mo Jingshen, she sat down, raised her eyes and said to Feng Ling outside the door: "Yes, come in, you're not an outsider."

Feng Ling was still standing outside the door, without saying a word, his eyes flashed across Nanheng's face, but a very plain look, without saying hello to her former boss, and looked away and returned to Ji Nuan: "This kind of occasion is not suitable for me, Mrs. Mo, I am guarding outside the door, and I will call me if I have something to do."

After saying that, he closed the door directly outside.

There was an inexplicable silence in the private room. Ji Nuan was used to Feng Ling's cold and hard temper. Seeing that the door had been closed outside, he did not force it.

Mo Jingshen looked at Ji Nuan's face and handed her the drink list on the coffee table: "What do you want to drink?"

Ji Nuan looked down at the wine list, then looked at the many good wines on the coffee table, and smiled and said, "No need to be so troublesome. With so much wine, I can just drink it with you."

As a result, Mo Jingshen took the wine list in her hand back, rang the bell and called the waiter in the bar, and ordered her a glass of hot juice and a fruit platter.

It was not until the waiter took the order and left that Mo Jingshen said: "I said, don't even think about drinking again in the future."

“I can’t drink much…”

"Not even a single bite."

“…”

Since Feng Ling closed the door, Nan Heng's face has been gloomy. Now he heard the two people next to him still sprinkling dog food crazy.

He glanced at Ji Nuan with unbearable eyes and then sneered and scolded: "Isn't this woman so bold that she dared to hang up your phone? She became a little bitch again in a blink of an eye? Even if she wanted a glass of juice, she had to be heated. How sweet is she?"

Qin Siting poured the wine casually: "I have seen it a long time ago, and you have to adapt to it. However, from a medical point of view, women should drink less cold and try to drink as much hot as possible, which is good for the body."

Nan Heng scolded coldly, sneered with his eyes and said, "You are indeed poisoned and you are not so clear that you are almost waving your flags and shouting for the couple."

Qin Siting still smiled carelessly: "Do you think it's easy for me, brother? I think I've been abused by them for a long time and was abused from Stockholm syndrome. I'm used to it. I can't adapt to it if I don't abuse me for two days."

Nan Heng leaned on the sofa, turned around and said coldly: "You want to be abused so much? OK, I will give you my help."

Qin Siting looked up at him: "What are you doing?"

Nan Heng glanced at the front of the door, and his tone was meaningful: "You will find out soon."
Chapter completed!