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Time passes by minute by minute, and night falls quietly. Ω Biqu     Ge

Seeing that Ning Zhiyun, the mistress of this house in the future, was going to stay for dinner, the God of Food specially prepared a large table of specialties.

During the meal, everyone was talking and laughing and having fun. In particular, while introducing the dishes on the table to everyone, the God of Food told everyone some interesting stories from ancient folk.

Because Ning Zhiyun had such a delicious food for the first time, she didn't care about her image as a lady and kept delivering the food to her mouth.

Zhang Dongjun smiled and persuaded: "Eat slowly. If you think it's delicious, it's okay to come here every day if you have time next time."

After eating for more than two hours, Ning Zhiyun touched her stomach that was a little overwhelmed and sighed: "If I could eat the dishes made by Brother Li every day, I would be content in my life. Zhang Dongjun, if I have time, I will learn a few tricks from Brother Li, otherwise I will marry Brother Li."

When the God of Food heard this, he was afraid that Zhang Dongjun would be angry and waved his hand: "Sister-in-law, you are joking. I am not as good as Brother Jun except for cooking. Especially in terms of appearance and talent, Brother Jun is much better than me."

Zhang Dongjun gave a thumbs up at the God of Food, his mouth moved but no sound was made, meaning: "Brother, be sure!"

After drinking and eating, Ning Zhiyun saw that it was getting late, so she stood up and said to everyone: "Brother Li, thank you for the reception. There are also a few brothers who will take care of our Zhang Dongjun in the future. It's too late, so I'll go back first."

Zhang Dongjun picked up his coat and stood up: "I'll give it to you, Zhiyun."

Ning Zhiyun nodded, and the two of them walked out of the room as everyone watched them watch.

Zhang Dongjun wanted to drive Ning Zhiyun home, but she refused.

"Zhang Dongjun, I'm going to go back to the family tonight, so you can send it here. My car will park not far away." Ning Zhiyun saw the gate of the old city, stopped and pulled Zhang Dongjun's coat on her and said.

Zhang Dongjun said reluctantly: "How can this be done? It's so unsafe for a girl to drive every family at night. Why don't you leave tonight? I'm staying in a nearby hotel now, so we can just squeeze in and sleep for a night."

After saying that, Zhang Dongjun smirked twice.

How could Ning Zhiyun not know what he was thinking? A bright redness appeared on his cheeks and glanced at him: "You think beautifully! Let's talk about this after passing my father's level."

Seeing that his thoughts were seen through, Zhang Dongjun scratched his head awkwardly: "Hehe, what do you mean is that if I pass your father's hurdle, can our relationship develop further?"

Ning Zhiyun did not speak, but tiptoed, kissed Zhang Dongjun's mouth with red lips, then covered her face and ran away without looking back.

Zhang Dongjun licked his lips and chased after him. He hugged Ning Zhiyun's waist and picked her up, spinning her in place.

The two of them were tired for a while, and Ning Zhiyun snuggled in Zhang Dongjun's arms: "Zhang Dongjun, I really want to go back. If my father agrees to you, I will definitely notify you as soon as possible."

Zhang Dongjun nodded, let go of Ning Zhiyun, held her hand and said, "No matter whether your father agrees with us or not, I will visit him in person. Be careful on the way, call me when I get there!"

Before leaving, Ning Zhiyun kissed Zhang Dongjun's face again.

Zhang Dongjun touched her cheek and watched Ning Zhiyun, but then turned around and walked back.

Just as both of them left, a figure suddenly emerged from not far away, holding a camera in his hand, and murmured with a smirk: "Xiao Zhang, it was you who rejected me again and again, so don't blame Brother Song for being ruthless. With this set of photos, I don't believe you won't make the headlines tomorrow."

Speaking of this, Lao Song couldn't help but whistle at the sky: "Haha! Then I will come forward to refute the rumor of this news. With such a great kindness, why don't you, Zhang Dongjun, hire me as your agent!"

After the incident with Ma Rong, Lao Song was banned by the agent industry. No celebrity in the entertainment industry dared to use him anymore. The most important thing is that Ma Rong finally abandoned him. Lao Song's spirit has completely become abnormal. His only wish now is to be a broker, no matter what means he uses.

Zhang Dongjun has been immersed in Ning Zhiyun's sweetness, and no one is secretly photographing him.

As soon as he returned to the rental house, he lay directly on the bed. This afternoon, he really scared him. He was also blamed for his carelessness. He took it upstairs without looking at the things in the package in advance. Fortunately, he was smart, otherwise it would definitely cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

When Zhang Dongjun thought of this, he stared at the people in the house. There was no one who came out to speak for him. Especially the two people who didn't know the truth, the two people who were eating melons who were not sure about the truth, so he could eat melons and even put some trouble.

"You are such a bunch of ungrateful wolves!"

The little Taoist priest was licking the plate on the table. When he heard Zhang Dongjun say that he was an ungrateful wolf, he explained righteously: "Brother, are you referring to the afternoon underwear? I don't know that you sell this, and those who don't know will not be guilty. If you want to blame it, blame Yang Jian and Li Gang. These two guys smiled the most proudly."

The God of Food put all the words of the Taoist priest in the kitchen, walked out with a kitchen knife, and shouted: "Light roll, you want to make trouble, right? My relationship with Brother Jun is like an iron wall, unbreakable! My sister-in-law wanted to marry me tonight, but I refused it all at once."

"...God of Food, are you really stupid or fake? Ning Zhiyun was just a joke, you really take it seriously." Zhang Dongjun was speechless when he listened on the side.

The little Taoist saw the God of Food pointing at him with a kitchen knife, trying to push the blame on Erlang Shen. When he turned his head, he saw Yang Jian waving the three-pointed and two-edged knife, and he was rumoring: "Oh, I haven't practiced the martial arts recently. Hey, do you want to practice with me?"

The little Taoist priest waved his hand quickly: "No, I'm a little uncomfortable, you'd better find someone else."

Zhang Dongjun stared at the little Taoist priest, and he wanted to see how he could take responsibility.

The little Taoist priest lowered his head helplessly and said with a grievance: "Okay, okay. I blame me for the underwear, I blame me."

"Oh Amitabha, you are so disappointed to me. You must know how to distinguish the form and be good at observing words and expressions. Some words should be said, but some words should not be said. You must learn more from me."

"You shameless old bald donkey, who is your nephew?" The little Taoist priest didn't expect that a monk could be so shameless, and he couldn't help but curse.
Chapter completed!