"Dingling" "Dinglingling"...

Nie An picked up the phone and said familiarly: "Hello, this is the royal housekeeping. Miss Mo is not here. I am her assistant. Is there anything that can help you?"

"Nie An?"

"Your Highness?" Nie An realized that what he picked up was not the phone he had just answered the outside line, but a red one next to it, "Where are you?"

"It's good that you're here," Jun Chenyi breathed a sigh of relief, "How is Mo Yan? Take care of her, I'm dead."

Nie An listened at a loss as he heard the busy voice coming from the microphone, and said that His Highness was just here to check the post. But what is there to check this post? Moreover, His Highness didn’t know that he had a lot of questions to ask?

Why did I become the assistant of the man on the sand in a mess and deal with a lot of trivial matters? Moreover, how could the General Affairs Office of the Royal Family handle these things? Did it do it on purpose?

There are various agents clearly recorded on a stack of white paper, some kittens and dogs lost, they called the police to ask for help, and they called to complain; some people built a wall at home that was higher than their own wall, and they called to complain to "block money"; and some people called to chat with Miss Mo Yan, confess their love, and have an appointment to have dinner...

In short, nothing can be called a big deal

While distracting from the situation of the Sha Man, Nie An was picking and picking up the situation, and doing what he should do was to do first. Don't be in a hurry. Put what he should not do aside, wait for Mo Yan to make a conclusion.

"Ah...well, puff"

After a little distracted, the person on the sand squirted out a mouthful of blood in pain. Nie Angan hurriedly ran to the side of the sand and knelt down, measuring her body temperature with his hands: It was so cold

This kind of coldness is absolutely abnormal! Nie An tidied up his sleeves and put on her wrists - no pulse! Neck - no! Heart - no!

Without caring about men and women, Nie An leaned over and put on Mo Yan's chest - no, no! Nothing was heard!

"Are you... dead?"

Nie An stretched out his two distinctly linked hands to wrap Mo Yan's small hand. What was he born here before he came? What could he do now? Is it true that he died if he said he was dead?

He knelt there, admiring Mo Yan's sleeping face extremely seriously.

She was so calm that she was like a doll, her hands wrapped in two hands could not be covered. The only thing that could calm Nie An was her unusual coldness, which reminded him of a kind of energy recorded in the e-National Classics - clones -

"You are still alive, this is just your clone, you are a Saint Ingenious Man, are you?"

No one answered Nie An

Mo Yan's quiet sleeping appearance was like poppy, which made Nie An intoxicated. He felt that his master and Jun Chenyi were not so unreliable sometimes. At least he still liked this woman, probably this is the so-called fate.

"You are so thin, does your queen abuse you often?"

"Dingling" sounded again. Nie Anluo has always been clear about public and private affairs, and he reluctantly held Mo Yan's hand.

"The phone...can't...anything..."

There was no other sound in the room except the phone ring. It was probably too focused to listen. Nie An could also hear Mo Yan's speech that was speechless clearly.

"Don't... worry... you are very smart... wise, saint... alien"

"Is it really a clone? OK, I'll answer the phone."

"Did Chen... the housekeeper... abuse you?"

"Your Highness..." Nie An suddenly smiled, "Your Highness is very good."

Picking up the microphone, Nie An looked at Mo Yan, who couldn't open his eyes, and smiled: "Hello, this is the royal housekeeping. Miss Mo is not here. I am her assistant. Is there anything that can help you?"

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