Falling back to gl

Chapter 79

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As the dinner draws to a close, all the guests gathered there again, and it was time to bid farewell and leave.

The four of Pei Shaoyang scattered over. He and the bearded man arrived first, and there was little communication after they walked out of the artificial lake. Matteo and relatives of the Yang family showed up 2 minutes later, chatting about charity-related matters while walking, and they were still talking about this when they were outside.

Director Yang's group was very active walking. The big guys walked around half a circle around the illuminated boundary of the manor.

Nanjia mixed in the team, followed Director Yang to the left, chatted with another middle-aged female boss from time to time, and got along well-before with the big team, and still is now.

A group of well-dressed wealthy people were quite stylish. After two hours of socializing and entertaining, they were still glamorous by this time, and all of them were exquisite and decent.

The youngest daughter of the Yang family came out again in a dress. Compared to the middle class who pretended to be mature and elegant, the girl finally put on a short blue dress suitable for her age, looking playful and lively.The youngest daughter approached with Shao Yubai's left arm around her, smiling, very clingy to this quick-spoken elder sister.

Shao Yubai, who has returned to the public group, is serious, self-sustaining, easy-going, and approachable. He speaks seven points and leaves three points. He makes people feel comfortable as soon as he speaks. He reveals a calm and steady temperament all over his body, which is pleasing and popular.

Especially for the little girl who is not familiar with the world, he is less paranoid and behaves extremely normal.

Walking in front of Director Yang and the others, Shao Yubai stopped and took the lead in beckoning to everyone one by one.

The youngest daughter of the Yang family let go of her arms and stopped holding Shao Yubai's arm. She also politely called out to all the elders, and turned to Nanjia, saying obediently, "Mr. Nan."

Nanjia nodded: "Miss Yang."

The youngest daughter smiled and squeezed to the side of her father, and put her arms around her father instead.Director Yang had no choice but to pat his daughter on the back, sandwiching her as the backbone.

Afterwards, the father and daughter went to see off the guests at the gate of the manor, thoughtfully extradited everyone out, and took care of the guests one by one in every possible way. First, they arranged for the important bosses, then some with social status, and finally their relatives and friends. .

Nanjia was the first group to go out, and he couldn't get in the car immediately when he got outside. He had to chat with other people and say goodbye.

The black Maybach had already driven out and was parked there, but due to the dim light at night, it became increasingly difficult to see what was inside the car near the door, and it was impossible to recognize who the driver was.

Nanjia and the female boss talked for a while, and they chatted speculatively. They agreed to have a private gathering in a few days, and have dinner together when they are free.

It was Zhao Qihong who went down and opened the door to welcome Nanjia up.

Ji Cen'an at the front did his duty without turning his head. He was not curious about who Nanjia was talking to. As soon as Mr. Nan came up, he started the car and drove smoothly into the dark road ahead.

Because they all leave at this time, there is only one road back to the city. On the road before entering the city, you can meet other returning cars from time to time.

The Maybach is faster, leading the front, steady and fast, and it doesn't take long to get rid of the cars and people behind, and melt into the endless road at the end of the road.

It took a lot of hard work to go out. Although the banquet was short, it was too much tossing back and forth.It takes more time to go back to the city, and it’s more annoying than when I came here. No matter how fast the car drives at night, it can’t be as fast as during the day, especially on non-highway sections, so we still have to be careful.

Ji Cen'an drove calmly, kept quiet the whole time, and did not disturb the back row by speaking.

In the back, Nanjia sat up and leaned against the seat, tilting his head up a little, probably a little tired, and closed his eyes all the time.

Zhao Qihong, who was on the side, also kept silent, knowing that everyone was exhausted by this experience, so he stayed silent. Seeing that Nanjia was asleep, he thoughtfully took out a thin blanket and covered the boss's lap.

In the middle of the night, Nanjia wore less clothes, the temperature outside was already cooling down, and the air conditioner was turned on in the car. The backless skirt did not keep warm, and it was easy to catch cold.

Nanjia brushed it away, didn't even open his eyes.

"Put it away, you don't need it."

Zhao Qihong persuaded gently: "The air-conditioning is blowing on you, it will take a long time to go back, it will be one or two o'clock in the morning."

Nanga's lips parted slightly: "It's okay, it's not cold."

Zhao Qihong hesitated, and said: "It will be cold later, and it will be cooler when you get off the car in the city."

It's a pity that Nanjia still doesn't accept it, her body is not so delicate, so she can't bear the coolness.

The weather in City Z at the end of August is like this year after year. As long as it doesn't rain, it will be stuffy everywhere outside, and it will be dry in places with air conditioners, especially in a closed space like a car.

Zhao Qihong couldn't show his concern. Seeing that the boss was not in the mood to respond, he hesitated for a while, then put the blanket away and gently put it beside Nanjia, so that Nanjia could take it whenever he needed it.

The person in front didn't interrupt, and concentrated on holding the steering wheel. After a while, he drove out of the curve, and Ji Cen'an glanced at the rearview mirror, and then turned up the temperature of the air conditioner.

The temperature has been raised a lot, and the two people behind can feel it.

Zhao Qihong glanced forward, but Nanjia didn't respond.

Ji Cen'an's mind was on the road conditions, he didn't mention anything about tonight, and he didn't take advantage of this time to ask about the dinner party.

The one behind the rockery was temporarily sealed. This person didn't intend to confess, he kept it hidden, and he couldn't accept it. Besides, Zhao Qihong was still there, so it wasn't the time to talk about private matters.

The drive is far away, and the road ahead is long enough, far enough for the two people behind to sleep.

Nanjia didn't move, as if she was asleep.

Zhao Qihong was really tired and couldn't stay up too late, and he sank into tiredness after a while after the car bumped.

Ji Cen'an tried to drive at a constant speed, not in a hurry.She had something on her mind, and she was disturbed by Shao Yubai, and she felt very uncomfortable, and she was still terrified so far.

Looking in the mirror again, looking away for half a second, Ji Cen'an couldn't help frowning, irritated from the bottom of his heart.

This kind of experience is enough to make people feel embarrassed, just thinking about it makes people panic.

Ji Cen'an became inexplicably angry, but it couldn't happen again.

Nanjia, who was resting in the back row, moved her thick eyelashes and trembled slightly.

The Maybach only speeds up on the intercity expressway, goes down the viaduct, and slows down when entering the city.

The car was heading west, and it had already completely lost sight of the other guests. It didn't encounter a few cars along the way, and after getting off the expressway, they all went their own way.

When entering the third ring road, when we arrived in the downtown area, two motorcycles followed the Maybach, and when we turned to another street, we were followed by a domestic car.

The motorcycle also came from outside the city, and they were traveling on the same road, but they hadn't been able to catch up before, and they didn't dare to approach too early for fear of being exposed.

Keen noticed the abnormality, and was not surprised that there was a tail following him. Ji Cen'an remained silent, and without waking up Nanjia and the others behind him, he turned around and turned the car, making two laps here and there, heading towards Hancheng Road.

Decisively change the route and not go to Beiyuan.

It is clear that these flies are related to Guo Jinyun, and they should be the group of garbage in the surveillance.

The car only followed for a while, and did not continue after the Maybach changed its way. It turned around and pretended not to follow.

Nanjia in the back row opened his eyes and looked out of the car window, knowing that Ji Cen'an made his own decisions without saying a word, and allowed this man's behavior without saying anything.

Ji Cen'an asked, "Can I go there?"

Nanjia looked outside, humming in a low voice.

Ji Cen'an said: "Go to Beiyuan if it's not convenient."

Nanjia said casually: "Anything is fine, anywhere."

I still went to Hancheng Road instead of Beiyuan.

Too much has been exposed over there, it is better to hide here.

Together with Zhao Qihong, the three of them went to the house here.

The house on Hancheng Road is smaller than the one in Beiyuan, and the decoration is more in line with public taste. The first floor is the living room, and the second floor is used for rest.

The master bedroom is on the south side of the second floor. It is an extremely spacious room with a bathroom and a cloakroom inside. The overall decoration style is completely opposite to that of Beiyuan. waste.

Nanjia tacitly allowed Ji Cen'an to come in, and allowed Housekeeper Zhao to lead people in.

It's too late, Ji Cen has to live here.After all, after being a driver for a day, she couldn't be driven away.

Zhao Qihong bit the bullet and went upstairs. After settling in, he consciously gave way to the place so that it was no longer an eyesore.

The owner of the house did not speak. Ji Cen'an has not decided where to sleep tonight, so he can only wait in the master bedroom.

If Nanjia has nothing else to do, he should be given a designated room. Whether he sleeps here or a guest room depends entirely on Nanjia's wishes.

Nanjia didn't make any other arrangements, let alone the specifics. He entered the door, looked back at Ji Cen'an who was standing at the door, and said softly, "Come in."

Ji Cenan went in.

"Sit there." Nanga said, pointing to the side of the bed.

Ji Cen'an stepped up to the bed.

I thought it was to talk about business.

But Nanjia didn't, and let him sit down, opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a few things and put them beside the bed.

There are wet wipes, burn cream, and other miscellaneous things.It was prepared at first, and they are all brand new and unopened, and they were bought not long ago.

The blistered wound between the fingers healed very slowly and would not heal in two or three days. The finger with the rotten blister had scabbed over, but the remaining middle finger still hurt, and the blistered place was red.

Nanjia suddenly changed his temper, thinking about this.

Ji Cen'an stopped: "It's almost healed, no need for medicine."

"Carry it, don't put it down." Nanjia grabbed her right arm and said without explanation.

Ji Cen'an couldn't adapt: ​​"I'll do it myself."

Nanjia refused to give way, with great strength, she clutched the part of her wrist, and then grabbed her palm for a while.Wipe it with a wet wipe, first the back of the hand, and then vice versa, from the palm to the knuckles, bit by bit, every inside.

Except for not wiping the wound, everything else must be cleaned.

After wiping this one, switch to the other side.

Wipe the left hand too.

Ji Cen'an said: "Only my right hand was burned."

Nanga replied: "Well, I saw it."

"There's no need for medicine over there." Ji Cen'an said, pulling his arms away.

But the movement was a little slow, Nanjia grabbed it, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder, he insisted on taking care of everything.

"It's also dirty." Nanjia said, lowering his eyes, and repeated the action just now, from the back of the hand to the palm, and then the slender fingers.

And more than once.

After one wipe, take two wipes, and a second time.

The used wet wipes were thrown on the ground directly, as if it was a taboo that could not be touched. Nanjia had a serious obsession with cleanliness, and after a while, he messed with his own hands again and wiped them clean in the same way.

When it was ready, Nanjia didn't take the ointment, and said gently: "Come closer, come here."

Ji Cen'an no longer obeyed, thinking about it.

Nanjia touched her face: "And here..."

He caressed his left cheek with his fingertips, rubbed it lightly and then heavily, and dipped the cold wet towel on it.