When Bu Nannan returned to his residence, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

She threw her bag on the sofa next to the door, walked to the bed slowly with bare feet, turned on the bedside lamp, and threw herself on the soft big bed like a hungry wolf, burying her face in the pillow impartially.

The wound on her shoulder was a little painful due to the excessive force, and she gasped from between her teeth, and her delicate brow wrinkled involuntarily.

Thinking of being trapped in the elevator this morning and being torn apart by Jin Manxi in the afternoon, Bu Nannan was depressed.

It seems that you should find a master to calculate a hexagram, is it haunted by a ghost, recently it's either a nightmare or an unlucky thing, it's just a decline to home!

Bu Nannan turned his face sideways, pinned the long hair that covered half of his face behind his ears with his white fingertips, squinted slightly, and went through what had happened in his mind.

Before she could finish sifting through it, she heard her phone buzzing on the couch.

Bu Nannan walked slowly and methodically to the back of the sofa, leaned over slightly, picked up the bag lying on the sofa directly, and took out the whirring mobile phone from the outer layer of the bag.

It was a WeChat video sent by Fang Tong.

Bu Nannan lightly clicked the connect button on the mobile phone screen, and a second later, Fang Tong, wearing green dinosaur pajamas and a pink plush hairpin, appeared in the upper right corner of the WeChat chat interface.

As soon as the words "what" reached Bu Nannan's mouth, Fang Tong's sad and joyful screams came from the video: "Nan, Jin Manxi is really the second female of "I Just Want to Love You"? Are you really my husband's assistant?"

"Damn, it's so sad, I just spent a lot of money to get my husband's autograph a few days ago...... I knew that you were really my husband's assistant, what else did I spend...... My ocean, my flesh hurts!"

Fang Tong clutched his chest, with an expression of pain and loss of love, and he vomited blood from time to time.

Bu Nannan rolled his eyes at Fang Tong, "If you don't believe me, you deserve to be slaughtered", raised her feet and walked to the side of the bed, climbed onto the bed, leaned her back half against the head of the bed, and seriously admired Fang Tong's exaggerated expression.

After about half a minute, Fang Tong finally had enough of the drama addiction, she leaned her body in front of the video, held her chin, and listened carefully to the look of the three good students, "Why are you sending me the video of Jin Manxi tearing up her clothes, hurry up and tell me, there will be a good show." ”

Bu Nannan had an expression of "worthy of being my best friend" on her face, and she turned the unfortunate things that happened today upside down.

Although she said about Mei Xue and her trapped in the elevator, Bu Nannan knew that Fang Tong was happy, and in order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble to Mei Xue, she did not say that Mei Xue might suffer from dark phobia or phloric phobia.

"Oh my God, it's horrible!" Fang Tong's eyes widened, his face was almost on the screen of his mobile phone, and he said with concern: "Nan, do you feel uncomfortable?"

Bu Nannan looked at Fang Tong with a big pie face in the video and smiled, and a large wave of warmth surged inexplicably in her heart, and she was in a good mood when she was depressed all day.

She pursed her lips, rolled her eyes, and quipped: "I heard that you have a new love, and you can still care about the little woman in your busy schedule, the little woman is flattered, and everything is in chaos!"

Fang Tong on the other end of the video coughed violently a few times, and replied weakly as if he was smiling: "How can I have any new love...... Hehe, rumors, **naked frame-up!"

Fang Tong, who was afraid of being dug out of the secret, rolled his eyes and quickly changed the conversation: "By the way, Jin Manxi framed you like this, did you fight back?"

"Don't tell me yet, let me guess. Fang Tong didn't give Bu Nannan a chance to speak, while changing the other hand to support her chin, while doing a serious thinking posture, three seconds later, her face pulled down, extremely positive, and said word by word: "You! let go!

Bu Nannan lifted the air conditioner up, and then gave a thumbs up to the camera, with no expression on her face, as if the matter discussed had nothing to do with her.

Seeing that Bu Nannan had nothing to do with herself, Fang Tong subconsciously let out a very heavy "hum" from his nasal cavity, rolled his extremely exaggerated eyes at the camera, and said with hatred: "I knew that your mother's heart was overflowing, and we passed it without evidence before Ye Ting's matter, but Jin Manxi's matter, why should you let her go when you have evidence." ”

"It's not that my Virgin's heart is overflowing, it's that I return the last time she was ashamed. ”

Bu Nannan exited the WeChat chat interface as she spoke, found the photo album, deleted all the videos of Jin Manxi secretly taken today, and said something meaningful: "Now that the two of us are completely clear, I have no guilt for her, and I hope she can do it herself." ”

“......”

Bu Nannan and Fang Tong talked for a long time, until Bu Nannan's mobile phone reminded that there was only 10% of the battery left, and then he reluctantly ended the chat with Fang Tong.

After exiting WeChat, Bu Nannan didn't bother to get out of bed to find the charger, so he put his phone directly on the bedside table, then turned off the bedside lamp, curled up on the soft bed, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.

A lot of things happened today, and Bu Nannan was really tired, but for some reason, the big demon king forced her to do an examination, carefully bandaged her wounds, the weird hug when she escaped from the elevator, and the ambiguous and sultry behavior of the big demon king in the afternoon, which made her uneasy, and her eyelids were heavy and she couldn't bear to sleep.

She rolled on the bed for a long time, forcing her heart to be more and more flustered because of recalling the events of the day, pretending to calmly count the sheep, the sheep had not yet counted to ten, she sat up, biting her lip, covering her pounding heart, her fair face was inexplicably red with visible speed to the naked eye, and she couldn't help but say a dirty word: "His grandmother's, the big demon king is poisonous!"

At the same time, an apartment downstairs.

A black Rolls-Royce stopped under an old apartment building for an unknown amount of time, and a young man wearing a black mask and a suit and leather shoes came out of it.

The mask covered most of the man's face, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but the eyes that were exposed were beautiful and gave people the illusion of falling into a fairyland. The street lamp emits a faint yellow light, sprinkled on the man's tall and straight back, stretching his back into a long and lengthy way, like a ghost in a Shermore detective novel, exuding a ghostly meaning.

The man leaned on the front of the car, put his hands in his pockets, and looked up intently at a lighted apartment not far away, panicking, and his thoughts drifted to that extremely ambiguous afternoon.

The girl's beautiful face was not eclipsed by closing her eyes as bright as stars, but was a little more cute and seductive. Looking at the girl's face, his heart throbbed and trembled, and his whole body exuded an unprecedented desire. Fire, as if the whole body will burn to ashes in the next second.

He resisted the urge to rub her into his body, slowly lowered his head, ready to choke her soft lips, and between his snorts, he smelled her seductive body fragrance and the faint smell of Band-Aids.

Suddenly, he retracted the lips that were about to be attached to her lips, and took a step back for no reason, and the afterglow of the corner of his eyes involuntarily fell on the girl's yellow T dyed with red blood, and then the lust in his body. The fire turned to anger and self-reproach, swallowing up all his sanity.

When he saw that charming and enchanting photo, he told himself that he must protect her well, so when she offered to accompany her, he arranged for her to clean the dressing room on the grounds that she did not cooperate with the doctor's examination, but who knew that she was still injured and even framed as a poisonous woman.

When he arrived in a hurry, looking at the little face that pretended to be calm, his heart was angry to the extreme, especially the moment he lifted her clothes, the anger in his heart was so chaotic that he was on the verge of breaking the vicious woman's body into pieces, if it weren't for her careless smile, I am afraid that he would really be a murderer at this moment.

He wasn't afraid of being a murderer, he was afraid that she would fall in love with him, and he was afraid that she wouldn't fall in love with him.

......

The man stood downstairs for an unknown amount of time, until the lights in the apartment went out, he slowly walked around the front of the car, opened the driver's door, took out a cigarette and a lighter from it, skillfully lit the cigarette, and took a few puffs of great enjoyment, and his eyes did not forget to fall into the dark distance.

Soon a cigarette burned out at his fingertips, he slowly snuffed out the cigarette butt, then threw it into the trash can next to him with great precision, and then got into the car, dropped the window on the right, and looked out the apartment with the lights out, and the man broadcast a phone call......