Mr. Song left after finishing his work. Huang Menghan's body was still wet and sticky, but she didn't have time to care about this now. She was thinking about Wei Zhinuan's affairs. At this time, the door opened and walked in from outside alone. Seeing the visitor, a hint of joy flashed in Huang Menghan's eyes. After realizing something, she suddenly turned pale and hurriedly wrapped herself with a quilt.

"You...why are you here?"

The man looked at the scene in the room, sniffed again, and said with a little disgust: "Are you a good thing to bother you?"

"You know I didn't mean that."

Huang Menghan said again: "I can't help myself."

Yan Nanfeng said: "Why do you have to?"

Huang Menghan was stunned: "What?"

Yan Nanfeng said without giving face: "You are the one who is a bitch, and you are the one who stands the archway. Why do women like you like to use this excuse to cover up when they are involuntarily?

If you don’t want to, who will force you?”

Huang Menghan's face turned pale. Although it was a fact, it didn't feel good to be peeled off the fig leaf by someone he liked.

Huang Menghan's voice also became a little cold: "Is there anything wrong with me?"

She got off the ground and walked to Yan Nanfeng and wanted to hug him, but Yan Nanfeng avoided it with disgust. As he got closer, he could smell the fishy smell on Huang Menghan. He looked at Huang Menghan with disgust. Huang Menghan felt a little uncomfortable when he saw it, and his expression became a little cold.

She found a piece of clothing to put on, covering the traces on her body.

Yan Nanfeng said: "You must have heard of it?"

Huang Menghan hugged her arms: "Have your nest been taken off?"

Yan Nanfeng said: "This matter has something to do with the Song family. I want to kill Song Ziming and avenge my dead brothers."

Huang Menghan looked at him and said coldly: "You are crazy. Song Ziming is the eldest grandson of the Song family. If you kill him, the Song family will not let it go."

Yan Nanfeng didn't say anything.

Huang Menghan said: "I can't help you."

Yan Nanfeng suddenly laughed, and he looked up at Huang Menghan: "Do you think I'm discussing with you?"

Huang Menghan was seen by his eyes and his heart was thumping. She almost forgot that this man was a murderous bandit without blinking.

That's how he looked at her and asked her to kill the Huang family.

Huang Menghan's body trembled slightly.

Yan Nanfeng stood up and said, "I'm not discussing with you, you always have a way."

"I can't survive even if I kill Song Ziming. Will you take me away?"

Huang Menghan asked, Yan Nanfeng looked back at her: "Are you willing to leave?"

When Song Ziming dies, the Song family may decentralize power. So, that idiot Song Er can also get some benefits, right?

Do you want your glory and wealth to live a hard life with me?"

Huang Menghan was speechless, of course she couldn't bear to let it go.

"But even if Song Ziming dies, I may not be beneficial."

Yan Nanfeng said: "That depends on your ability."

Huang Menghan's eyes were sunk.

Yan Nanfeng said again: "Are you willing to be a toy for others for the rest of your life?

Now Mr. Song is pampering you, but I see that your appearance cannot keep him. If he hates you one day, you will go back to Piaoxianglou and continue to pick up customers."

Huang Menghan knew that Yan Nanfeng was telling the truth, and she would never go back to live a hard life.

Yan Nanfeng said: "We must seize the opportunity, just like in the past, if you killed Huang Neng, they were all dead, and you were the only one who lived," Huang Menghan lowered her head, obviously already moved.
Chapter completed!