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Chapter 2 is reluctant to give up
p>Recently, major news headlines reported that the eldest daughter of the Nangong family, Nangong Ziyan, escaped on the day she was detained. The police have been closely observing various checkpoints and conducting strict investigations to prevent the Nangong family from being exposed.
The Nangong family The police often came to visit them. In desperation, Nangong Yue and Mu Zechen moved out of Nangong's house and stayed temporarily at the 'Yue Beauty Club' on Lane 17.
The fifteenth floor of the club is isolated from the noise of the outside world. , which is quite comfortable.
But the calm before the storm, even the air is extremely boring.
It is late at night, Nangong Yue is sitting on the ground leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window.
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There are people coming and going on the street, and the night is always more prosperous and dazzling than during the day.
I remember that Zi Yan once liked these lines of poetry:
I sing about the moon. , my dancing shadows were scattered. We had sex together when we were awake, and we were separated when we were drunk.
She also hung the watch frame on the bedside. She had good calligraphy when she was a child, and her handwriting was well-written. .
I asked: Why did you write all the poems? Don’t you only like those two sentences?
She answered like this: Of course you should keep the ones you like, and the ones you don’t like. I have to put a lot of effort into writing it. Keeping it will be of great use... As the saying goes, use things to their fullest, and those who don't use them are stupid.
She pretended to be an old lady and made the two of them laugh for a while. She has been a child since childhood. They have their own thoughts.
Since when did the two of them become strangers, and finally they turned to each other angrily and tit-for-tat.
Nangong Yue couldn’t help but think of what Zi Yan said on the wedding day. Frowning.
Did she know something I didn’t know about...