He originally thought that the nice apartment on the third floor would eventually be left to him.
After all, he has the Fu Group behind him; who wouldn't want to have a good relationship with him?
Fu Jinchuan had even prepared his excuses, but to his utter surprise, Xie Qian and Chu Yi simply pulled their suitcases inside.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Shen Anbai assumed that he was embarrassed to say anything.
Since A-Chuan is too embarrassed to say it, then it's up to him to say it.
Shen Anbai said, "We are two couples..."
Realizing what he had said, he quickly bit his lip, looked at the shocked Cheng Yan and Zhou Zicheng, and corrected himself, saying, "Both of our groups chose the wrong thing. Why did you choose first?"
Cheng Yan glanced at Shen Anbai again. She had previously thought he was career-oriented, but she hadn't expected him to be so eager to get married.
He shook his head and said irritably, "If your man hadn't been so shameless and insisted on snatching the painting, how could Brother Cheng have taken the wrong one?"
Shen Anbai instantly realized he was in the wrong.
That's how the room was booked.
Lin Duo, Gao Ya, Cheng Yan, Zhou Zicheng live on the second floor; Xie Qian and Chu Yi live on the third floor; Fu Jinchuan Shen Anbai, Jiang Nan, and Qiao Qingzhou live on the fourth floor.
The three rooms on the fourth floor are next to each other, with the middle room being the largest.
Fu Jinchuan, with a sullen face and without saying a word, placed his suitcase directly into the slightly larger room in the middle.
Qiao Qingzhou and Jiang Nan exchanged a glance. Jiang Nan waved her hand and said, "He's shameless, there's nothing we can do about it."
At this moment, Fu Jinchuan and Shen Anbai had already entered the house, so they did not hear what Jiang Nan said.
This statement was clearly transmitted to the ears of every viewer in the live stream.
[ Little Immortal Nan, you said that so smoothly!]
[Ha ha ha ha]
[That's outrageous! You didn't dare to curse when President Fu was around, but you started cursing when he wasn't. You're really something, bullying the weak and fearing the strong.]
[Yes, yes, yes, you're absolutely right.]
[emmmmm]
I couldn't refute it.
Fu Jinchuan opened the door again, and a suitcase was left in the corridor. He was about to take it inside when he suddenly saw Qiao Qingzhou looking at Jiang Nan with a smile on his face, his face full of indulgence.
He frowned, with a faint "Chuan" character between his eyebrows.
He asked in a deep voice, "What are you laughing at?"
Qiao Qingzhou's smile faded.
As a fellow Alpha, he could sense the hostility emanating from the other person.
His eyes flickered slightly, and he subconsciously looked at Jiang Nan.
Although Jiang Nan was an Alpha, his thinking was still stuck in the past. He was completely unaware of the confrontation between the two and casually said, "I just told Qingzhou that if you're shameless, there's nothing we can do about it."
Fu Jinchuan: "..."
[Hilarious, the slap in the face came so quickly!]
[This is hilarious!]
Are those people who were just mocking your father still here? Come out and apologize!
[ Jiang Nan, you're really something, you insult people right in the face!]
Jiang Nan ignored Fu Jinchuan and instead pulled her suitcase, raised her chin, and asked Qiao Qingzhou, "Which room do you want to sleep in?"
Qiao Qingzhou: "I'm fine with either."
Actually, the layout of the rooms on both sides is the same. The rooms are not very big, and each room has a private bathroom.
Jiang Nan casually pointed. "Then I'll go to the one on the left."
Qiao Qingzhou nodded.
He remained where he was, his gaze fixed on the boy.
Jiang Nan was pulling a suitcase with one hand and holding a phone in the other, her eyes fixed on the phone without looking up, yet she opened the door accurately.
He glanced at the middle room again, sighed, and felt a little regretful.
If only we were neighbors, we'd have the advantage of proximity.
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There were no cameras in the room. Jiang Nan looked around and then pounced on the bed.
ah.
Lying flat is more suitable for him.
Jiang Nan lay there for a while, then took out her phone, opened her WeChat list, Sister Daiyu was at the top of the list.
He thought for a moment, then sent a message: "[ Zhouzhou, I just took some medicine.]"
The other party replied quickly, "[Have you caught a cold?]"
Jiang Nan rested her chin on her hand and replied with a smile, "[No, you keep guessing what kind of medicine it is.]"
On the other side, the man had just come out of the conference room. Even sitting in a wheelchair, his refined and elegant demeanor was undeniable. He loosened his tie, typed a few words with his slender fingers, thought for a moment, and then deleted them all.
He hesitated for a second, then finally lied. "[I can't guess, Teacher Jiang, can you teach me?]"
Teacher Jiang?!
Upon seeing this title, Jiang Nan's cheeks instantly flushed, a pale blush like the pink clouds at sunset.
For some reason, he felt a strange sense of shame.
His fingers clenched together, and his clear earlobes turned red. Looking at 771, he stammered, "Tongzi, do you think he's being sarcastic towards me?"
771 raised an eyebrow; [What do you think?]
"I don't think so, the Zhouzhou is very good." After saying that, Jiang Nan looked down at his phone screen again, his cheeks flushed, and he typed out the next sentence with difficulty.
[You are very important.]
Sister Daiyu: [I guessed it.]
Sister Daiyu: [To me, you are too.]
These two replies came quickly. The person on the other end had already woven the net when they said "I don't know," and it slowly closed in the moment Jiang Nan jumped in.
He was like a butterfly, easily held in someone's hand.
Jiang Nan immediately flipped her phone face down on the bed.
He buried his face in the pillow, lost in thought.
771 looked surprised: Could it be that he's suddenly enlightened?
The phone rang again, Jiang Nan immediately looked up.
On their phones, the show's director created a group chat and invited all the guests to join. The group name was. "One Close and Loving Family."
It's both tacky and sarcastic.
Jiang Nan got goosebumps from the name.
Cheng Yan: [@Handsome Director, please change the group name, otherwise I'll leave the group.]
Handsome Director: [Isn't this unnecessary?]
Jiang Nan couldn't hold back any longer: [Director, your nickname is really interesting.]
Handsome Director: [ Little Jiang, you have a good eye! (Thumbs up)(Thumbs up)(Thumbs up)]
Jiang Nan: [I wasn't praising you.]
Handsome Director: [...] You've disappointed me so much!
Cheng Yan: [Change your name quickly! Who wants to be intimate with the "Oil King"? Only Shen Anbai would like to lick such a disgusting scumbag.]
Upon hearing this, the other guests couldn't help but laugh in their own rooms.
Despite the laughter, no one responded to Cheng Yan's comments.
Jiang Nan: [Hahahahahaha]
Fu Jinchuan: [@Cheng Yan, think what you want, misunderstand what you want, the innocent will clear themselves.]
Cheng Yan: [Get lost!]
Jiang Nan laughed out loud, like a goose honking. He had just eaten too many sunflower seeds and his mouth was a little dry.
There was a small tea room on the fourth floor. When Jiang Nan went there with her water cup, there were already people inside.
After seeing the man's face clearly, he thought to himself, "What bad luck!" and immediately turned to leave.
The person behind him called out in a deep voice, " Jiang Nan."
Jiang Nan paused, then turned around impatiently and asked, "Why are you calling for your father?"
Fu Jinchuan's eyes were filled with emotion as he pursed his lips and asked, "Are you jealous, and feeling uncomfortable about it?"