Full Marks Hidden Marriage: Pick Up a Son, Get a Free Husband - Chapter 1622

Chapter 1622
Chapter 1622: So Cool It Gave Her Butterflies
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Orlando stood there, flabbergasted . He looked as if he had been struck to ashes by lightning .

With his messy hair, his mouth opened then closed as if he wanted to say something, yet he had no words for a long time . Some time passed when finally an awkward Chinese proverb had jumped out from his mouth, "You . . . You, you you . . . You embezzled!"

Ning Xi was speechless . If your Mandarin isn't great, just stop trying hard to show off, okay?

Speaking of which, she really had to lament, her darling's cruel romance-destroying skills were getting better and better! It was so cool that it gave her butterflies!

Ning Xi cleared her throat and corrected his words, "It should be a harmonious couple . Senior, I've told you previously that I already have someone I love already . "

Orlando stared lifelessly at Lu Tingxiao . It seemed like his outlook on life had been overturned in a huge way . "This is impossible! How could there be girls who like someone as cold as you?! I'm more handsome, more charming, more sweet-talking, cuter, more passionate than him . . . Xi, are you being coerced by him? Because he's your boss?"

Ning Xi replied, "It was I who confessed to him and asked him to date me . "

When he heard the girl's protective words, Lu Tingxiao's expression was incredibly gentle .

Orlando was on the verge of collapsing as he held his bruised heart, yet he still did not give up . He suddenly remembered something and emotionally said, "He . . . I heard he has a son! He even has a son! He isn't pure anymore!"

Isn't pure . . .

Ning Xi was even more inarticulate when she heard this . He spoke as if he himself was very pure . This coming from someone who had so many girlfriends before . . .



"Senior, people who love each other won't care about these things . "

"How could this be . . . ?" Orlando had a gloomy cloud above him as he squatted in the corner in disbelief . "This can't be true . . . I don't believe it . . . I won't give up . . . "

Finally, all of the crew members including Orlando were invited over to cooperate in the investigation with someone assigned by Cheng Feng .

Instantly, the ward was only left with Lu Tingxiao and Ning Xi .

Ning Xi started to soothe him, "Lu Tingxiao, I'm really okay . . . One second before Orlando pulled the trigger, I noticed that the gun looked real in time, so I evaded my vital parts . . . The bullet only grazed me . It looks frightening, but it's just an external bruise and it'll heal very soon . . . "

Lu Tingxiao remained silent, his expression unhappy .



What if she had not evaded it? That shot would have hit her right in the heart!

He did not even dare think about the possibility .

"It looks like someone wants to kill me . . . "

However, there were too many suspects and she had no clue at the moment . . .

Ning Xi frowned as she recalled Orlando's performance from the start to end . "In this period of time, based on my interaction and understanding of Orlando, he should indeed be oblivious . Also, that gun had always been with me and shouldn't have passed through anyone else's hands . It's weird . . . "

"Don't think about it . Rest well, leave all of this to me . "



"Oh . " Ning Xi was obedient .

"Let's get you home . " Lu Tingxiao immediately lifted the girl by her waist . Even though his tone was harsh, his movements were incredibly gentle .

When Ning Xi heard him, she immediately said, "Huh? But this was my last scene . What do we do?"

She had almost lost her life, yet she still thought of her work?

Lu Tingxiao's face remained cool . "With special effects . "

As she looked at Lu Tingxiao's frigid expression, Ning Xi immediately did not dare to ask more . She thought about it . Up till the end, she was still in the scene . The shot where the bullet hit her heart and her falling off the cliff would be enhanced by special effects, so it set her mind at rest . . .