The man's bodyguards were unfamiliar with the road conditions, but under the man's guidance, they still stopped Secretary Joe's car.

Xinyuan Apartment is invested and developed by a man, and no one knows it better than him. Not to mention this piece, he is clear about the geographical location of the entire S City, because he will not let go of any opportunity to make money. In his dictionary, money always comes first.

Secretary Qiao looked at the distance that was almost a millimeter away, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and hurriedly turned his head to ask Nan Cheng if he was okay. If he changes the usual, the first thing he cares about must be the car.

Nan Cheng was obviously also frightened, she shook a little confused, and said, "I'm fine." Secretary Joe, what about you? ”

Fortunately, Secretary Qiao braked in time, if she was replaced, she didn't dare to guarantee what the situation would be today.

"I'm fine, too."

Secretary Qiao saw that Nan Cheng was fine, and prepared to go down to settle accounts with someone who was not afraid of death. He said to Nan Cheng: "Miss Nan, you sit down first, and I'll go down and have a look." ”

Nan Cheng nodded and told Secretary Qiao: "If it doesn't work, just call the police directly." ”

Secretary Qiao was just about to get out of the car when someone knocked on the window.

Nan Cheng and Secretary Qiao looked out in unison, only to see a man in a suit and leather shoes standing outside, followed by two burly bodyguards.

Secretary Qiao opened the window and wanted to scold, only to hear Nan Cheng cheer in surprise: "Uncle." ”

Then he opened the car door and threw himself at the man in ecstasy. As a result, before she could get close to the man, she saw the man reach out and put his index finger against her forehead, preventing her from getting closer.

Seeing the man like this, Nan Cheng struggled and coquettishly said, "Hug it!" ”

The man showed a disgusted expression and said, "Dirty." ”

Nan Cheng continued to be coquettish, "Ouch, just go down!" ”

A man doesn't have a habit of cleanliness, he just doesn't like to have too much physical contact with people. But Nan Cheng is like kraft candy every time, stalking and trying to hug a man.

The man still ignored Nan Cheng's coquettishness, he looked at Nan Cheng and asked, "Didn't you hit anything just now?" ”

Nan Cheng shook his head, pursed his mouth, and pretended to be pitiful: "I'm going to give a notice to the outside, my uncle doesn't hurt me anymore." ”

When the man heard this, he gently poked Nan Cheng's forehead with his finger and said, "Little thing without conscience, I don't love you anymore." Don't forget who bought your car, I didn't plant a tree for a whole month in order to buy you that broken car. ”

Nan Cheng didn't give up, she opened her arms, looked at the man with her eyes, and pleaded in a dragging tone: "Uncle, just let me hug me, so that I can die without regrets." We haven't seen each other for three years and two months, don't you miss me? ”

The man's name is Feast Zhi, he is the same age as Nan Heng, and he is not the biological son of Old Man Song. As for his true life experience, few people know about it except for Old Man Song and Nan Huaiyu.

Feast was taken to the Song family when he was six years old, and the Song family had not yet immigrated to England. He and Nan Heng grew up together.

For him, the evaluation of the two brothers and sisters of the Nan family, including the dragon and phoenix fetuses of the Song family, is basically a monster. Because in addition to not letting people touch him, he eats and drinks with numbers, and never overdoses. Other than that, he goes to the toilet at regular intervals. And he thinks about making money all day long.

However, something later succeeded in sharing his love with money and taking possession of his stomach - carrots

Speaking of eating carrots at the feast, others may have just heard that Nan Cheng was deeply impressed by it, because she had been eating with the feast for a year, and ate every meal in the morning, noon and evening. In the end, Nan Cheng was afraid to see carrots. And he still eats happily, never with the tired kind. Therefore, Nancheng liked to call him Uncle Carrot Monster when he was a child. Later, when I got older, I knew what happened to him, so I stopped screaming.