When Jiang Nan got into the car after buying groceries, she let out a deep sigh, feeling as if she had survived a disaster.
This show is a waste of time.
Damn it, a bunch of lunatics!!!!
Jiang Nan was so angry that her head ached, but her phone suddenly vibrated in her pocket.
He took it out and his eyes suddenly lit up.
A camera was placed on the bus, so all the viewers could see the boy's bright eyes. The bus window was half open, and the sea breeze blew the boy's hair across his forehead, revealing his smooth and full forehead.
His eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and his rosy lips parted slightly, revealing dimples as he stared intently at his phone.
[Help! Is there any kind lady who would be willing to draw this scene?]
[This is the first time I've seen this expression on Little Immortal Nan's face... I'm stunned...]
[Just look at her looks! I knew that although Noble Consort Nan was mischievous, she was undeniably beautiful.]
[This is the first time I've associated the word "wonderful" with the foul-mouthed Little Immortal Nan; it feels so surreal.]
So, is he in a relationship?
Let me put it this way: if it wasn't someone he likes who messaged him, I'll eat shit on my head.
[My heart is broken, you little pink-haired girl. Why did you have to start dating? You're barely an adult!]
[So which unlucky Omega did Little Immortal Nan her sights on?]
[Can't you speak properly? This pink-haired girl has a positive outlook and is in good spirits; she would make a great husband!!!]
Jiang Nan had no idea that the viewers in the live stream were making fun of him.
He covered the phone screen with one hand, like a little mouse that had found food, clutching the phone tightly in his hand, as if afraid of being seen.
Sister Daiyu: [I'm off work, what are you doing?]
Jiang Nan instantly looked aggrieved and typed with one hand: [I'm still recording the show, I'm so angry.]
Sister Daiyu: [Why are you angry? Did someone upset you?]
Jiang Nan typed heavily: [Mmm!!!]
Jinghe Garden.
Looking at the three exclamation marks, Fu Jingzhou rested his chin on his hand and sighed.
He could roughly imagine that Jiang Nan was probably sitting in the corner with her face puffed up, like a pufferfish, sulking and angry at herself.
Fu Jingzhou thought for a moment and replied with a single sentence.
If someone makes you unhappy, don't suffer in silence, I'm here for you.
He then got up, stood in the living room and looked around. There was Jiang Nan's game console under the TV station, his skateboard on the floor, the refrigerator was full of his favorite yogurt and cola, there was a bag of potato chips that had been opened but not finished on the coffee table, and most importantly, there was a dent in the sofa from where he had sat.
The sofa in the living room was very soft, and Jiang Nan loved to sit there and play games, especially in the left third of the seat.
My buttocks seem to have radar installed, always managing to sit precisely in one spot for at least two hours at a time. Over time, a small dent has formed in that area.
Fu Jingzhou stared at it for a long time until his phone rang, which snapped him back to reality.
He kind of wanted to see him.
-
Upon seeing the man's words, Jiang Nan paused for a moment, then her ears turned red.
His skin is fair, so when he gets so red, it's really obvious.
The live chat was exploding!
Why is your face red?!
[Ugh, I'm scratching my head, what did I say????!!!]
[I've been a 10-year member of Peach Video, is there anything I can't watch?!...
[Ugh, I'm asking you, are you trying to drive me crazy? Are you trying to drive me crazy? Don't think you can fool people just because they don't get angry.]
[Great, great, another unsolved mystery in the world has been added.]
[ Jiang Kounan, you're the apple of my eye, and you treat me like an outsider? You unfilial son!]
[Help! Help! Jiang Kounan, don't you know your blushing is super obvious?]
Clearly, Jiang Nan was unaware of this.
He stared at the sentence on his phone. It was just a few words, but he seemed not to understand it. He read it over and over again.
Finally, he placed his phone face down on his knee and covered his face with it.
My cheeks felt hot and burning.
[771, Do I have a fever?] Jiang Nan asked seriously.
771:[...]
The Little Black Ball remained silent for a full half minute. [I think...]
Okay, I understand.
Jiang Nan suddenly interrupted it.
The boy pursed his lips, his face, which had just been flushed with embarrassment, instantly turning cold.
771 stared at him in astonishment, [What a master of disguise!]
It underestimated this little idiot before.
Jiang Nan lowered her head, staring at the location of her heart, as if she had encountered a very difficult math problem.
He thought for a moment: [Actually, I'm not stupid; I understand.]
It's just that subconsciously, people are unwilling to admit it or think about it deeply.
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That evening, Jiang Nan ate the worst meal he had ever had since he transmigrated into the book.
Shen Anbai's scrambled eggs produced too much smoke, causing the natural gas to emit a "buzzing" warning sound.
Finally, Shen Anbai brought out a plate of dark-colored scrambled eggs, looking embarrassed, and said, "My cooking skills aren't very good, please bear with me."
Late at night, Shen Anbai changed into a horse-face skirt, revealing a slender waist, and stood there biting her lip.
Cheng Yan sat cross-legged in his chair playing video games. He glanced at the screen and then said, "I don't eat shit."
Chu Yi, sitting opposite him, tried to hold it in, but couldn't help bursting into laughter.
[Hahaha, you're quite the talker!]
[I'm dying of laughter]
Shen Anbai's eyes instantly reddened, and he quickly bowed, sincerely apologizing, "I'm so sorry, sob sob..."
He looked as if he had suffered a tremendous injustice.
Cheng Yan was stunned for a moment, then angrily threw his phone to Zhou Zicheng, telling Zhou Zicheng to continue making the call for him.
Damn, this innocent little white lotus is actually putting on an act in front of him!
Just as Cheng Yan was about to tear apart the white lotus, Jiang Nan suddenly reached out and placed the plate of burnt, charred scrambled eggs in front of Fu Jinchuan.
As soon as Fu Jinchuan returned to the cabin, he disgustedly changed out of the striped suit that was covered in fishy smell. Now he was wearing a black suit, with hair wax applied, and he had a confident and sophisticated look.
By the end of the day, the handprint on his face had mostly faded, so he stopped wearing a mask.
Upon seeing the plate of burnt scrambled eggs, Fu Jinchuan's expression instantly changed. "What?"
Jiang Nan said slowly, "I think someone as handsome and possessive as President Fu wouldn't want us to eat the scrambled eggs you made for Baibai, would he?"
Cheng Yan paused for a moment, then slowly leaned back in his chair, casting an admiring glance at Jiang Nan. Then, as if to stir up trouble, he whistled.
Fu Jinchuan stared at the plate of burnt eggs with a grim expression, then silently looked at Shen Anbai, hoping he would speak up and stop him from eating this shit-like mess.
As a result, Shen Anbai looked at him with bright eyes, full of expectation.
" A-Chuan, do you want some?"
Fu Jinchuan was caught in a dilemma and had no choice but to nod reluctantly.