ABRWF Chapter 92.2

Jiang Nanshu swam to the side by herself, climbed up the underwater stairs, took a clean towel from the chair next to her, and wiped her wet hair with her hair loose.

Duan Huaiyu also came up and wiped the water droplets on his body with a towel. His face was stern. He went to the dressing room to change into clean clothes and picked up his bag to leave.

Jiang Nanshu suddenly called him: “Coach Duan, where are you going?”

Duan Huaiyu stopped and kept two steps away from Jiang Nanshu: “Bar, part-time job.”

Jiang Nanshu put a towel on her shoulders, raised her eyebrows, and asked: “You swim and exercise during the day, and work as a male model at night. How can you be so energetic?”

“For a living.”

He was silent for a moment before saying: “This time I’m not a male model. This time I’m a resident singer in the bar.”

Only then did Jiang Nanshu realize that the bag he was carrying was a guitar bag.

Could he sing?

She shouldn’t have asked him to come to her that day. She should have asked him to sing for her all night.

She smiled and asked casually: “Do you want to be a singer?”

Duan Huaiyu’s Adam’s apple slid up and down. He shook his head for a moment: “It’s just something to kill time in my spare time.”

If Jiang Zhouye heard this, he would definitely fight with him.

Music is more important than Jiang Zhouye’s life.

Jiang Nanshu saw him walking hurriedly, finally sighed, and said quietly: “Don’t go. Go home to see your mother, otherwise, you will regret it.”

Duan Huaiyu looked at her puzzled.

He pursed her lips: “Miss, goodbye.”

The plot in the book was that Su Ran sent medicine to Duan Huaiyu, and when he went back at night, he found that his mother accidentally fell from the window and was crushed to death.

Later, he agreed to be Su Ran’s bodyguard.

It was his business whether he listened or not.

Jiang Nanshu changed her clothes and walked out of the swimming pool.

She learned to swim for 9.9 yuan. It was not that difficult.

At this time, in the billiard room of the video game city—

Lu Qingyan looked at the photo sent to him by Cheng An with a calm face.

He zoomed in and out of the picture and looked at it for nearly a minute before he turned off his phone.

Jiang Yunchuan didn’t score a goal with one shot and was a little annoyed: “Brother Yan, it’s your turn.”

Lu Qingyan put his club at the ball and hit it into the hole.

Yang Jiashu praised: “Good shot.”

When he hit the second ball, his hand slipped and hit the edge.

“Hey, why are you so proud of it? Your skills were not like this before.” Yang Jiashu smiled and went to find a suitable position, using the club to push the white ball.

Lu Qingyan felt a little irritated and threw the club to one side: “No more playing.”

“Ah? Why don’t you play it?” Jiang Yunchuan was a little puzzled.

This round hasn’t even been finished yet.

Lu Qingyan glanced at him and suddenly smiled: “Let’s go to your house.”

Jiang Yunchuan: “???”

“Are you crazy? Don’t you always take a detour when you drive by just because you’re afraid my sister is at home?”

Lu Qingyan said indifferently: “Yes, so I have to confirm whether she has returned home.”

Jiang Yunchuan: “…”

Is there no mobile phone?!

Doesn’t he know how to send a message!

But he didn’t dare to say it.

He touched his nose angrily and said, “Let’s fight next time.”

***

At the same time, at the Jiang family villa—

It was exactly 6:30 in the afternoon.

It was not dark yet.

“Hehe, dear Mom and Dad, I’m back~” (T/N: Woo, the devil is coming!! I’m so scared!)

Jiang Nanshu has not arrived yet, but her inner voice has already arrived.

Jiang’s father, who was sitting on the sofa reading the current affairs bulletin: “…”

The little ancestor is back home. He hopes they won’t be scared again this weekend!

He stood up suddenly and ran upstairs directly.

It was so scary, so scary.

Jiang Nanshu came in and didn’t see Jiang’s father. He used to sit in the living room and read newspapers.

At this time, a man came out of the kitchen. He held an apple in his bony hands and peeled it with a fruit knife in one hand.

His slightly long hair was half-tied up, and a small part of it was scattered, covering half of his delicate face, making him look a little more lazy and decadent.

When he saw Jiang Nanshu, he clenched the fruit knife in his hand and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Jiang Nanshu opened her eyes wide in shock.

“F*ck, I’ve never seen this before. Why is the Third Brother at home!”

Jiang Hemian raised his eyelids slightly and walked toward Jiang Nanshuo with a fruit knife in hand.

Jiang Nanshu ran upstairs quickly with her legs spinning like a wind and fire wheel.

“Ahhh, help! A murderer has entered the house!”

 

 

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