The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

  Chapter 623 The Marshal's Ninth Wife (29)

  Late at night, after coming out of Paramount, Sang Jian went directly to Huo Nanting's car door and waited.

   Not long after, Huo Nanting also came out.

   "You know I'm here?" Huo Nanting walked over and opened the door for Sang Jian.

   "As soon as I entered the stage, the boss told me that you came to listen to my singing."

   Sang Jian got into the car and told the truth.

  Huo Nanting sat beside her, slightly pursed his lips, "Help you stand up, are you happy?"

   "Not too happy." Sang Jian glanced at him, "If you really want to stand up, you should have come on stage at that time and announced to the world that I am your wife."

  Huo Nanting leaned on the backrest, crossed his legs, and said with a light smile: "Little friend, the consequences of being too greedy will only lead to faster death."

  Lao Li in front has already started the car.

  He ordered: "Find a restaurant that is not closed. My little lady hasn't had dinner yet. Don't go back and have to eat again."

  Sang Jian: "???"

  Why does this sound strange to her?

   "Mr. Huo, do you still know that I am a child?"

  Huo Nanting turned his head to look at her, "What? Didn't you say it yourself last night?"

  Sang Jian: "..." Unable to refute.

  She snorted softly and changed the subject, "Did Mr. Huo enjoy talking with Ms. Ye this afternoon?"

  See what he has to say!

  Sang Jian still underestimated Huo Nanting's shamelessness.

  Huo Nanting nodded, "Very happy."

   Lying without blushing, not even a second of hesitation.

   Sang Jian was left speechless.

  Look, this person is so calm after killing someone, although that person may not be dead.

   But this kind of attitude is unavoidably a bit ungrateful!

   "Then what did you guys talk about?" Sang Jian knew that the two of them had no chance to talk, and just wanted to know what nonsense Huo Nanting could make up.

   "Little friend, the more you know about many things, the faster you die. Do you really want to know?"

  Huo Nanting looked at Sang Jian with a half-smile.

  Sang Jian looked at him, "Mr. Huo, besides threatening me to die faster, is there anything else you can say?"

  Honanting: "..."

   "You can just kill me, so you don't have to keep threatening me."

  Sang Jian leaned on the backrest, raised her white neck, and squinted at him.

   "That's what you said!"

  Huo Nanting leaned over, and his slender hands grabbed her slender neck directly.

  At this moment, the two were so close that Sang Jian could feel Huo Nanting's breath on her face.

  Huo Nanting stared at Sang Jian below him, that familiar yet immature face.

  He has seen it many times. After all, Ye Lian'er and the women he married all looked like this.

  The only difference is that her facial features have not fully grown.

  This face is so beautiful that even Huo Nanting thinks of it occasionally.

  Why did you think of it?

  Because of these real people, he always felt that something was missing, not as smart and beautiful as he imagined.

   But Sang Jian is different.

   I don't know if it's because of her young age, but she looks very lively, more in line with his expectations than others.

  Obviously these people look alike, but Huo Nanting has a strange standard in his heart.

  As long as it doesn't meet the standard in his heart, he really can't like it.

   And most importantly, she was the first to escape from the people he sent out.

  This little girl definitely has a secret.

  Successfully caught his attention.

  It's a pity that she has this face.

  (end of this chapter)