Chapter 85: Thinking of Him While Making Breakfast for Another

Damn! Fang Zhiyin was stunned for a few seconds before she finally reacted and shoved him away.

Ouyang Junyan looked utterly baffled. “What are you doing?”

“What are you doing kissing me?!” Fang Zhiyin was furious. “You…”

“What’s wrong with kissing my own wife?” Ouyang Junyan stared at her in disbelief. “Are you in love with someone else? Otherwise, why would you resist me like this?”

“There’s no one else.” From beginning to end, there’s only ever been you.

“Then can we sleep together at night?” Ouyang Junyan asked again.

“We can sleep together.” But since they knew there were cameras in the room, no matter how affectionate a couple might be, it was impossible to do anything out of line…

“Your concerns are not without reason. Zhisheng, you’re still young and don’t know some of the old stories within the family,” Ju Masamune said.

Dongfang Yu had completely inherited Su Mowei’s talent; he loved painting, and he was quite good at it.

Before Su Hao could retort, a long spear shot from the burly man’s hand like an arrow loosed from its bowstring, aiming straight for Su Hao’s vital point.

Around nine o’clock the next morning, the leadership meeting at Guoning Sugar Company began as scheduled in the company’s conference room.

Su Hao spoke calmly. Since he had promised Zhang Jiahao, there was no need to be perfunctory. He had even used magic; if he still couldn’t find it, Zhang Jiahao would have nothing more to say.

A few of the deputy general managers who sided with Zhu Ribing, seeing him remain silent, also presented an attitude of awaiting orders.

“I see. But Weiwei, today the director gave me a most difficult task. I think you wouldn’t refuse, would you?” The host looked at Su Mowei and spoke with utter seriousness.

Nono was always like this—pulling him out when he was hesitating at a crossroads, with a forceful, undeniable strength.

“Alchemy is your business. I’m only responsible for using your alchemy to slay the dragon.” Anger cared little for the storm raging in the hearts of the Night Watchers.

Four days later, Kong Yinzhi made a grand visit to Grandmaster Pudu Cihang at Pudu Temple. For a time, all the Confucian scholars in the capital cursed Kong Yinzhi for his shamelessness.

Overusing her brain truly was exhausting. Lin Jianxi woke with a huff past ten o’clock.

But just now, when she tried persuading him kindly, Huang San only grew more arrogant instead of backing down.

Yet Lin Yuqiao couldn’t help but worry—if it really was a ghost, wouldn’t Yu Qingqing be in danger by coming over?

After a hearty meal, Lin Jianxi lounged on the sofa watching Korean dramas, while Lin Xiangyang returned to his work.

That kind of confidence wasn’t something children from ordinary families could possess. It was a sense of innate superiority, built from wealth and status.

“That’s right, I went with Murong Fei! If Murong Fei really wanted to hurt Su Jinghao, why would she go looking for her?” Su Xiao said.

Facing his son’s persistence and madness, Yongpa finally gave in and allowed him to try.

In a moment of distraction, Lin Xiangyang’s Li Bai was surrounded by enemy heroes. From the start of the game, it had been over ten minutes, and not once had his Li Bai died.

Heading south, after a long journey, the barren land was gradually replaced by lush, thriving jungle.

“What?” Not only Flender, but everyone in the dormitory turned to Oscar with looks of astonishment.

Though the voice claimed to be the Lost Sovereignty, and possessed a power so great it left him trembling, he couldn’t be sure the other could protect him—nor did he know if it could defeat the so-called ‘darkness.’

Not even knowing the term “manifestation,” Huang Heh arrogantly raised her snowy chin, casting a sidelong glance at Han Dong, looking too proud to explain.

Li Guo’er had just awakened and was still dazed. Everything was pitch dark and her head was spinning. Li Guo’er was about to ask Hua’er to light a candle when she suddenly saw a figure—a man in black, his head and face covered, only his eyes visible.

“This is also my fault. I never asked about your family’s current situation…” Li Fangcheng was suddenly reminded of that kindly old gentleman.