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Lin Ange carefully helped him as she whispered to him.

"Be careful …"

"An An, wait a moment. I'll go get the chopsticks and spoon."

"Alright."

Lu Yiyao turned around and took out his chopsticks and spoon.

"An An, you've grown in craftsmanship. This noodles is really well done."

"It's Nanny Wang's chicken soup."

Lin Ange humbly said as she picked up a few pieces of noodles and blew them with her mouth.

"It's better if you do it well."

Lu Yiyao raised his eyebrows with a smile on his face, while his gaze was very gentle.

"Hurry up and eat …"

Lin Ange knew that even if she cooked extremely badly, he would still praise her in this way and not blush at all.

"Gong Nanling called you?"

Halfway through his meal, Lu Yiyao tilted his head and asked warmly.

"Mm …"

Lin Ange picked up the spoon and scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup. After replying, she slowly started to drink.

"What did he say?"

Lu Yiyao asked casually.

"He is very worried about Mengmeng. Sigh, should we really not let him go to the Central Region at this time? "

Lin Ange said softly as she drank two mouthfuls of chicken soup.

"You really think so?"

Lu Yiyao stopped eating and looked at her.

"The central region is very complicated. I'm worried … "I don't know why, but my heart is never at peace …"

"There's nothing to worry about …"

Lu Yiyao held her small hand and said warmly.

That unfathomable cold eye remained unmoved, without a single trace of change.

Lin Ange looked at his unperturbed expression, and the worry in her heart lessened slightly.

"..."

In the middle.

Gong Nanling stood in front of the window and looked out at the endless night. He was always feeling uneasy.

Reaching out his hand, he pinched his sore brow and braced himself, preparing to continue looking through the documents. Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently scanned the basketball court.

Under the dim yellow light, a thin silhouette stood motionless in the middle of the basketball court.

"Ding Pei?"

Gong Nanling recognized her. She was Ding Pei, who had just received a call and was rushing out.

"What is she doing?"

He raised his wrist and looked at the time. The hour hand had already pointed to ten o'clock at night.

He knew how complicated the situation was in the middle. It was not safe for a girl to stand here alone in the middle of the night.

Gong Nanling quickly turned around and walked downstairs.

Ding Pei stood at the spot that separated her from Jiang Zhaowu. Yu Ji didn't blink her eyes, and her gaze was fixated on the direction Jiang Zhaowu left in.

At the end of his vision, there was an overwhelming darkness.

For some reason, as she watched him leave, her heart seemed to be missing something, becoming incomplete. The ball of cotton wool stuck in her heart, soaked with an unknown sadness, made her inexplicably panic.

Gong Nanling walked over and looked at her lonely back. He suddenly felt that this girl who seemed to be indifferent to everything must have a deep story hidden in her heart.

He walked over slowly, his black leather shoes clattering on the concrete floor.

Ding Pei's cold eyes flashed. She clenched her hands into fists. She did not look back. All the nerves in her body were twitching. Every cell in her body was on alert.

A cold light flashed past his wrist.

Three extremely thin silver needles were stuck between the fingers of his left hand.

She held her breath and listened attentively to the approaching footsteps, trying to determine the distance between them.

"Assistant Ding, what are you standing here for?"

A familiar voice rang out from ten steps away.

Gong Nanling?

Ding Pei's tensed nerves loosened up, and the silver needle between her fingers disappeared back into her sleeve.

Ye Zichen turned around and replied to Gong Nanling, who walked over.

"Young Director Gong, have you finished reading the documents?"

"How could he be so fast …"

Gong Nanling stretched his sore arms, curled his lips and pulled at his rebellious eyebrows.

"Are you going back to the hotel now?"

In the dim light, Ding Pei could see the exhaustion in his eyes.

"Not going back tonight?"

Gong Nanling shook his head.

"Are you planning to stay up all night?"

Ding Pei's face was still as pale as water, but there was a trace of concern in her voice.

"I want to finish this as soon as possible and go back as soon as possible."

Right now in the entire central region, she was the person Gong Nanling was most familiar with and trusted the most.

"Young Director Gong, I know you want to go back as soon as possible, but you can't do it in a hurry. The situation here is very complicated, and it will take at least three to five days. "

Glimmers danced in Ding Pei's eyes. A clear and cold light flashed in the depths of her eyes.

"I know …"

Gong Nanling frowned, his jaw was tight, and the arc was sharp.

"Young Director Gong, you should go back and rest early tonight." "Let's go, I'll take you there."

Ding Pei said no more after that.

"Alright …"

Gong Nanling said helplessly.

The two of them walked in front of the Bentley. Ding Pei looked around and then checked the car carefully. Then, she said to Gong Nanling.

"Young Director Gong, I'll drive."

"Let me …"

"You just arrived and aren't very familiar with the route here."

Ding Pei's voice didn't have the slightest fluctuation, but it carried a trace of stubbornness.

"Alright."

Gong Nanling knew that she was being cautious, and what she said made sense, so he passed the Car Key to her.

Get in the car.

The speed was extremely fast.

In less than ten minutes, the car stopped steadily in Junyue Hotel's parking lot.

Ding Pei unbuckled her seat belt, pulled out the Car Key and passed it along with the room card to Gong Nanling.

"Young Director Gong, the restaurant has a midnight snack. You can order your dishes."

"Alright."

Gong Nanling took the Car Key and room card and opened the car door.

After getting off the car, the two of them walked to different elevators.

Gugu …

Gong Nanling felt a wave of hunger just as he returned to his room.

Coming over from the Yunjing in the morning, he ate a little bit of food in the service area and didn't eat anything in the evening. At this moment, he was truly a bit hungry.

He dialed the intercom number and ordered a midnight snack.

While he was waiting, he switched on the TV.

Coincidentally, there was a football match that he liked.

The noise was loud, and the lonely night was no longer that lonely.

Ding dong.

The doorbell rang.

He quickly got up and walked to the entrance of the presidential suite and peeked through the peephole. He saw a female staff member wearing the work clothes of Junyue Hotel and dining area pushing a food station outside the door.

"He's pretty fast …"

Gong Nanling twitched his mouth and opened the door.

"Hello, sir. You ordered supper."

"Send it in."

Gong Nanling said and turned around to walk towards the living room. The woman who delivered the food followed him, pushing the cart.

"Sir, may I ask where you are dining?"

"Put it here …"

Gong Nanling held the remote control and pointed at the high-end tea table in front of the sofa.

"Yes, sir."

The female staff who was delivering the dishes pushed the dining cart in front of the tea table and arranged the dishes on it one by one.

"Sir, please enjoy."

"…"

Gong Nanling was watching the ball and ignored her.

The female employee wore a professional smile the entire time, but her peripheral vision was scanning back and forth.

Confirming that Gong Nanling was the only one here.

"Sir, do you need any other services?"

He lowered his head and bent his body. His voice was a bit more 'seductive' than before.

"…"

Gong Nanling saw the most exciting part of the game and blocked everything. He clenched his fists, and the muscles on his arms bulged out. The hormone aura that was unique to men grew stronger and stronger.

"Sir, do you need special services?"

The female employee who was serving the meal asked Gong Nanling again with a fawning tone. Her cheeks were slightly red.

"What did you say?"

Gong Nanling was excited, he didn't hear what she said clearly.

"Sir, when I asked you about it …"

"F * ck!"2

Before the female employee could finish her sentence, Gong Nanling flung his arm in anger and swore.

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