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Yan Wanxi smiled at the two of them and said, "The soup cake shop is closed today, so we went shopping together. On a whim, we bought some more. It doesn't hurt."
Xing Zhimo stepped forward and said, "Miss Yan, let me help you carry it back."
After saying that, he stepped forward and took the baggage from Yan Wanxi's hand.
Yan Wanxi blinked her eyes, but she still hadn't come back to her senses. The baggage in her hand had fallen safely into Xing Zhimo's hands.
Zou Nan was also a little stunned, but Xing Zhimo glanced at him lightly, and then he stepped forward and said to Lin Yun: "Miss Lin, I'll come, I'll come."
Lin Yun was a little embarrassed at first, but when she saw Yan Wanxi nodding towards her, she handed the baggage in her hand to Zou Nan.
With Zou Nan¡¯s help, Lin Yun wisely led Yan Qingyang ahead.
When Xing Zhimo saw the two of them walking in front, he turned to look at Zou Nan.
Zou Nan was a little overwhelmed by his stare and asked: "Master Xing, what's wrong with you? If you have anything to say, just say it, don't look at me like that." I'm scared!
He didn¡¯t dare to say the last sentence.
Xing Zhimo glanced at him with a cold face and said, "I have something to tell Miss Yan."
Zou Nan reacted for a while before nodding, "Well, then I'll go find Qingyang and the others."
After saying that, he hugged the huge baggage and chased the two people in front of him.
Suddenly, only Yan Wanxi and Xing Zhimo were left.
Yan Wanxi glanced at him with a smile and said, "Master Xing, what do you want to tell me?"
Xing Zhimo was a little flustered by her sight. He coughed lightly and then said, "I want to ask you about some formation matters."
Yan Wanxi nodded and said, "Okay, you say."
So, Xing Zhimo casually told her about a formation, but he was thinking about another thing.
Yan Wanxi made it clear to him everything that needed to be paid attention to. Seeing that he looked uneasy, she asked, "What kind of difficulties have you encountered, sir?"
Xing Zhimo was hesitant to speak, but said, "Nothing."
The two of them soon arrived at Wutong Lane. They saw that Zou Nan had already helped Lin Yun deliver things to the door, but Xing Zhimo still seemed hesitant to speak.
Yan Wanxi really couldn't stand it any longer, so she smiled and said, "Master Xing, what's wrong with you?"
After Xing Zhimo handed the baggage back to Yan Wanxi, he said calmly: "Nothing."
Just when Yan Wanxi was about to turn around and enter the courtyard, she heard Xing Zhimo's deep voice: "Miss Yan, are youare you free tonight?"
He clenched the hand under his robe, feeling both expectant and nervous. His dark eyes stared at Yan Wanxi, as if he wanted to read the answer from her face.
Yan Wanxi was just stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, I'm going to take my brother and the others out to play tonight. If you call Mr. Zou, I happen to have company too."
Xing Zhimo was stunned, why was this different from what he thought?
However, he still nodded towards her and responded lightly: "Yes."
Zou Nan was already walking at the other end of the alley waiting for Xing Zhimo. When he saw Wanxi going in, but Mr. Xing was still standing at the door of the house not knowing what he was doing, he shouted: "Mr.
Xing Zhimo gave him a cold look and then walked towards him.
Zou Nan also noticed the deep cold air on his body, and did not dare to talk nonsense. He just slowly quickened his pace. He didn't want to freeze to death!
Just when Zou Nan felt that the air-conditioning around Xing Zhimo was almost released, he heard him say: "Master Zou, let's go out to play together in the evening."
There was no room for rejection in his tone.
Zou Nan¡¯s eyes widened, this Master Xingcould he beinterested in him? ! !
Tonight is the day for begging for cleverness!
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The author has something to say:
Zou Nan: Mr. Xing, II, I, I don¡¯t like men
Xing Zhimo: Get out! I only like Xixi, I want to date Xixi! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com