I DELIVER FOOD IN A LAMBORGHINI

35: She Seemed Like a Baby Penguin

Nan Ge's mind raced as she tried to figure out the problem. "Can you change the word 'tempted'?"

Nan Zhe snorted coldly. He was extremely angry. "You certainly have a lot of demands. Didn't you say this yourself back then?"

"Is... is that so?" She scratched her head, feeling that her brother was lying to her, but she had no proof.

"So, you've liked him since then."

This time, Nan Zhe's tone was even more determined.

"I didn't!" Nan Ge almost shouted she was innocent. However, no matter what she said now, it seemed very weak.

Because Nan Zhe had already decided on this matter.

"Then let me ask you again. How do you feel about him now?"

"Feelings? How do I explain this?"

This was very subtle. She did not know how to describe it.

"Does your heart beat when you see him?"

"I think... my heart beats when I see anyone, right?"

If her heart stopped beating, it was a sign of death.

Nan Zhe, "..."

"What I'm saying is, do you feel your heart beat faster?"

Nan Ge was cooperative. She rubbed her chin and pondered for two minutes. "I think I only feel this way when I see the soup dumplings at the third canteen."

"Oh, that's not right. I'll probably have the same reaction when I see the new car you give me next month!"

Taking a deep breath, Nan Zhe restrained himself from crushing the wine glass in his hand. He held back the swear words that were about to spill out of his mouth and pointed in the direction of the bedroom with a smile.

"Can I go now?"

Nan Zhe nodded.

Nan Ge felt that his expression was a little strange. She got up hesitantly. "Then I'll go to bed. Good night?"

"Get lost immediately." Nan Zhe closed his eyes, no longer looking at her.

It was an eyesore.

"Get lost. Don't make me scold you."

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After she left, Nan Zhe slammed the wine glass down.

He took out his phone from the table and scrolled through WeChat carefully. He found the group chat containing his friends.

[Is anyone there? I need to talk!]

Friend: [1]

[1]

Nan Zhe held back his vulgarities and sent a voice message: [My sister likes Shen Yanqing!]

[?]

[!]

[...]

Looking at the messy punctuation below, Nan Zhe cursed: [Can't you say something?]

His good friend: [Didn't you say two days ago that Shen Yanqing was seducing your sister? Did he succeed?]

Nan Zhe's voice was full of emotion, and his tone was impassioned: [No, I was wrong about that old man!]

[My sister has secretly liked him for many years. She has a crush on him! She has a crush, understand?]

[Wuwuwu, I didn't keep an eye on her. Now she has fallen for some other guy right under my eye!]

[Moreover, she has never seen that old man before. Just by hearing his voice, she has been infatuated with him for so long!]