MTL - After the Divorce, I Was Entangled By the Sick and Charming Fifth Master-Chapter 293 loss of taste

  Chapter 293 Loss of Taste

  The little brother of the system is really worried that Mo Shafeng will not complete the task well. After all, it finally met such an excellent host, and it really didn't want to kill him.

  Why not just find a mate?

  The host is tall, handsome, talented and rich. With the conditions of the host, it is not difficult to find a woman who is willing to bear five children for him.

  The little brother of the system felt that after he finished the threatening sentence, Mo Shafeng seemed indifferent and didn't care at all.

  The atmosphere is awkward.

  The little brother of the system suddenly shouted nervously: "Oh host."

  Mo Shafeng frowned silently.

   Really noisy.

   Regret to tie the system.

   "The host of system 001 seems to be that white dream!" The system boy shouted.

  Mo Shafeng frowned slightly: "White Dream is the host of System 1?"

  The little brother of the system nodded again and again.

  Mo Shafeng asked again: "Do your systems know each other's host?"

  The little brother of the system said: "In theory, I don't know, but the case of system 001 is an exception. I saw it when I came here, hehe."

  Mo Shafeng was silent for a while, and then said: "Is it alright if you told me about the host of system 001?"

The little brother of the system said: "It doesn't matter. System and system, host and host, are in a competitive relationship, and sometimes they will fight against each other. I think you are going to do something to Baimeng, then we must be accomplices, I must tell You and I know about the situation."

  The word accomplice made Mo Shafeng feel a little happy.

  The little brother of the system said: "I don't know what system she is tied to, and I don't know what skills she has. Anyway, you have to be careful."

   After finishing speaking, the younger brother of the system chased after him: "Of course, Baimeng is a host whose condition is not very good. Anyway, he is also half-disabled. He is not on the same level as us, so you don't have to pay too much attention to it."

  Mo Shafeng nodded slightly, and sent Ji Fan a message: "Baimeng's background is complicated, and she herself is not simple, so handle it carefully."

  Ji Fan read it and replied: "Understood, young master."

  After the message was sent, Mo Shafeng involuntarily opened the dialog box to Nanhuang, rubbing it up and down.

  What to do, I started to miss her again.

   Nanhuang, who hadn’t been to the company for a long time, was busy. After going through the things in the company quickly, he started experiments in the laboratory next door.

  She took Rong Fengba's blood last time, this precious blood cannot be wasted.

   After finishing her work, she packed up the small bag and went home by elevator.

  Heishi went to drive, and Nanhuang was waiting by the side of the road.

  It is now 8 o'clock, and most of the company's people have gone home. It was dark, and there were not many people on the road.

   At this moment, a man was approaching Nanhuang with a cloth towel covered with anesthetic. Nanhuang, who seemed to be alone and thin, was like a defenseless prey.

  She looked thin and thin, so soft that her neck could break if she pinched it.

   That evil black hand was about to reach out to her, and at this moment, another hand suddenly appeared and grabbed the wrist of this hand!

   "Ah! Who are you, what are you doing!" The criminal man shouted, "Stop the thief."

  Nanhuang turned her head and saw Mo Shafeng staring at the man in front of her with an unkind expression. "I think you should be imprisoned for a few days."

   "Moshafeng?" Nanhuang asked in surprise.

  Mo Shafeng nodded to her: "Miss Ye."

   Not long after, the company security came, and not long after, the police also arrived and took him away.

   Nanhuang muttered to himself: "I don't know who sent this."

  Mo Shafeng said: "It's a white dream."

   "Huh?" Nanhuang looked up at him.

  Before, Ji Fan tracked Bai Meng's movements, and happened to track her plan to kidnap Ye Nanhuang again, and Mo Shafeng came in a hurry just to save her.

   "Nothing." Mo Shafeng looked at her brightly.

   "Why did you come here?" Nanhuang asked.

  Mo Shafeng said with a gentle expression, "Just passing by."

  Paused, he said again: "Miss Ye, I'm going back."

  He walked a few steps, Nanhuang chased after him and said, "Thank you for saving me today."

  Mo Shafeng said gently: "You don't need to thank me. Miss Ye, I will come to you tomorrow."

   After speaking, he left without looking back.

  Nanhuang didn't notice the man before him, nor could he hide from him, but seeing Mo Shafeng's rescued figure, he was still grateful in his heart.

  Back home, Nanhuang saw Rong Wuye eating something at the dining table.

   These things are very weird, pure sugar, chunks of salt, and dried chilies.

  He took a bite of the dried chili, swallowed it as if nothing had happened, frowned, and calmly went to the side to rinse his mouth.

   Nanhuang's heart suddenly tightened, what happened to him?

   "Rong Feng." Nanhuang strode up, "What are you doing?"

   After seeing her, Rong Feng calmly took the things back into the kitchen, then smiled softly at her and said, "I'm just checking to see if the ingredients at home are fresh."

  He came over to take Nanhuang's bag, put his arm around her shoulder and said, "I'm back. Are you tired after a busy day?"

  Nanhuang's suspicious eyes swept past him lightly, and then smiled slightly: "I'm not tired."

   "Have you had dinner?" Nanhuang asked.

  The man shook his head: "No, let's eat together when my wife comes back."

   Nanhuang said: "You sit down, and I will cook noodles for you."

   "Okay." Rong Feng said with a smile.

   While cooking the egg noodles, Nanhuang secretly looked back and saw him looking at the phone as if nothing had happened. Nanhuang secretly added a few pieces of salt to the noodles and a lot of vinegar.

  After the noodles were cooked, Nanhuang served two bowls, one for him and one for herself.

  She tried to take a bite, but it was too salty and sour to swallow.

  She observed Rong Feng carefully, but saw him chomping down expressionlessly, as if he couldn't feel the sourness and saltiness in the noodles at all.

   Nanhuang looked up at him with a smile: "Is it delicious?"

  Rong Feng nodded: "It's delicious."

   "Do you think it's a bit spicy? I added a lot of chili." Nanhuang asked.

  The man looked at the noodles for a while, and then suddenly realized: "Oh, it's because chili was added, no wonder I think it's a bit spicy."

   Nanhuang couldn't eat the noodles in front of her at all. Seeing him eating the salty and sour noodles like this, she snatched the noodles from his hand. "This one is not cooked, you wait for me, I will cook another one for you."

  Rong Feng saw that she had taken away his face, and the tall man looked at his wife, seeing that she insisted on doing so, so he nodded. "OK."

  Nanhuang poured out the noodles that had been intentionally added vinegar and salt. When she re-ordered the noodles with her back turned to him, tears fell uncontrollably.

  What was he going through, when did he start losing his sense of taste, why didn't she know anything?

   After dinner, the man put his arms around his woman and worked in the study.

   Today, Nanhuang is extremely clingy. She is sitting on his lap in her pajamas. He wants to have a video conference, but he doesn't dare to really turn on the video, it just becomes a voice conference.

  Nanhuang casually listened to his meetings, whether his meetings were important or not, and how much money he could make, were no longer important to Nanhuang.

  She teases him, kisses him, interferes with his meetings.

  Rong Feng was amused by her and couldn't stop laughing, regardless of whether the voice was still connected, he whispered: "Bao'er?"

   "Husband..." Nanhuang bit his ear, "Don't pay attention to them, let's go back to the room, shall we?"

   What a seductive Su Daji this is.

  Rong Feng smiled softly: "Okay."

   Then he said into the voice: "Yang Bo, you will chair the rest of the meeting."

  The video was also turned on over there, and Yang Bo, who was full of dog food, was dumbfounded when he heard it.

  (end of this chapter)