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Chapter 165 No Measures(2/2)

"convenient."

Otherwise, it would be too troublesome to carry so many luggage, pots, pans, etc.

"That's right! Take your husband off your blacklist quickly, otherwise we both will suffer."

Ouyang Ping said.

After hearing this, Zhuo Jian disagreed and asked her: "Why?"

"If he can't get through to you, he will call me. What can I do?"

Ouyang Ping thought to herself that the boss's aura was too strong and he would destroy her in a minute.

But Zhuo Jian reminded her without thinking: "Then why don't you just block him as well?"

"..."

Ouyang Ping looked at the delicate and frail woman in front of her in disbelief, and finally couldn't help laughing: "Baby, you are really not afraid of death!"

"The sky is high and the Emperor is far away. It will take more than ten hours for him to fly here, right? At that time, we can run to a place where he can't be found."

"Ha! Aren't you afraid that he would put his eyes in your door?"

Ouyang Ping asked her.

Zhuo Jian thought for a moment after hearing this, but quickly shook his head: "Impossible."

"Don't be so absolute in everything. It's much easier for the boss to do something than we think."

Ouyang Ping reminded her.

Zhuo Jian went to get her a glass of water, sat down next to her, and asked her, "What can he do?"

"Anyway, you'd better drag him out of the blacklist. At most, you can ignore him if you don't want to, but why do you keep putting people on the blacklist?"

Ouyang Ping continued to enlighten her.

Zhuo Jian felt the pain in his body and replied depressedly: "It makes me upset."

"..."

Ouyang Ping couldn't help but look at Zhuo Jian again, and found that her face was always tired during this time, and her whole person was very haggard, so she couldn't help but ask her: "Are you not feeling well?"

Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and looked at her doubtfully.

"I always feel that your aura is not right lately, you are listless, and you seem to be uninterested in anything."

Ouyang Ping couldn't help but murmur.

Zhuo Jian thought for a while and felt that what she said made sense. It was like eggplants beaten by frost recently. She murmured: "I am indeed a little tired. Maybe there are too many things going on recently."


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