Ning Zesheng took a sip and nodded, "Not bad."
Actually, it’s just an ordinary bowl of white porridge.
Qiao Anlu clapped her hands, "Right? It’s the best for warming the stomach, according to the internet." She especially asked her number one fan, "These past few days, at your brother’s funeral... you probably didn’t eat properly, right? Sorry I couldn’t be there with you. I’m afraid your father would be even angrier if he saw me."
So that’s why she stubbornly refused to attend the funeral.
Though she might seem silly, she actually understands how to show empathy and care for others better than anyone.
Ning Zesheng quickly finished the porridge, then hugged her in his arms, "Why don’t you ask me why I came to find you so late?"
"You’re definitely missing me." Qiao Anlu bit her lip with a grin, "Am I right?"
"Yeah, I miss you a lot." He leaned his head on her shoulder, "I might resign from my position as president of YT Entertainment and return to the Ning Family, that way, my father will agree to you coming through the door."
So, he actually cares a lot about his father’s approval.
Qiao Anlu nodded, "As long as you like it, it’s fine by me. Besides... I’m not planning on marrying you right now."
"Not getting married?" Ning Zesheng looked down at her and asked.
Qiao Anlu shook her head, "Not getting married, not getting married, not getting married."
She laughed heartily, as if nothing mattered to her. Ning Zesheng leaned in to kiss her, Qiao Anlu tilted back, and they both tumbled onto the sofa.
Ning Zesheng pressed her beneath him, and they both froze for a moment, staring at each other.
Ning Zesheng lowered his head to look at her, unable to resist kissing her, until his restless hand was quickly caught by Qiao Anlu again.
He held her hand back, kissed it, and hoarsely asked, "Will you give it to me?"
Qiao Anlu blushed and avoided his burning gaze, asking, "Give, give what?"
"You!" As he finished speaking, he lifted her up into the air and walked toward the room.
"I have to rush for a schedule early tomorrow morning!"
"I’ll have Ada cancel it."
"You... mm!" Qiao Anlu’s mouth was blocked by him, she started to fight again, and in the tugging between them, Ning Zesheng had already pulled off her clothes.
Leaning down, he gazed closely at her face, feeling extraordinarily heated.
No more thinking!
Ning Zesheng buried his head and began to take what he desired...
...
Qiao Anlu has no heart for work lately, only wanting to fall in love, which led her young junior to win the "Best Actress" crown.
Even had her clingy husband propose in public, city-wide proposals, and... planning to hold an unparalleled grand wedding.
Qiao Anlu says, the baby is so envious!
Ning Zesheng, that rascal, always proposes to her non-seriously. Should she grab that bouquet or not?
Qiao Anlu, as the bridesmaid, kept whispering to her dear godson Lu Sinian, "When godmother gets married, you can be the little ring bearer."
"By the time you get married, will I already be too old to be a ring bearer?" Lu Sinian replied seriously.
"You little cheeky thing, are you cursing godmother to never get married?"
"Not really, I heard from my mom that Uncle Zhu likes Aunt Jiang and Huai, you... don’t worry godmother, you’re so pretty, you’ll definitely get married."
"Of course I’m pretty, and I do have a boyfriend." Qiao Anlu unhappily pinched his face.
"Who is it?"
Qiao Anlu grimaced in displeasure, finally pointing a finger at Ning Zesheng.
Lu Sinian was shocked, "I don’t want this kind of godfather!"
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