After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 43 Family Law Serving

Nan Song leaned against the wall outside the bathroom, trying to stay as far away from the smelly Nanya as possible to avoid being smelled by her.

Nanya found herself lying on the toilet and frowned in disgust. She subconsciously wanted to get up, but as soon as she moved, she was numb on the outside and tender on the inside. She felt that her legs were no longer hers.

"Ah..." She whined lowly, lowered her eyes and found that her knees were swollen as big as steamed buns, red and purple.

Pain is sobering.

Some images began to flood into my mind crazily——

She pointed to the image of Nan Song accusing;
The scene of Nan Song lazily leaning against the door and looking at her;

The scene where Butler Zhao came up with his bodyguards to escort her back to her room;

The scene of her being escorted to her knees beside the toilet;
Also, she was vomiting and having diarrhea, and the two grown men "served" her the whole time, and they refused to let her get up no matter how much she cried and begged...

What a day!

Nanya felt that the whole world had collapsed, so...she knelt beside the toilet like this all night?
She couldn't help but look towards Nan Song, her eyes filled with deep anger and fear.

What kind of thing could a woman with a vicious heart and a cruel heart do?

Nan Song slept well last night and was in a good mood. He was in the mood to take care of Nanya again. He leaned against the wall calmly and waited for her to slowly get up from the ground.

"It seems that you have recovered your memory."

Nan Song stretched his shirt sleeves and said in a cool tone, "Then you should also remember how you offended me last night."

offend?

She actually had the nerve to say something offensive?

Nanya touched her red and swollen knees, caressed her stiff neck, looked at her wrinkled skirt, and felt that she was completely miserable at this moment.

Looking at the elegant and neat Nan Song again, the contrast is really sad.

Nan Song seemed to be deliberately insulting her. She was also wearing blue today, a light blue top and white straight pants. Her skin was dazzlingly white. She didn't know why the provocative blue looked so good on her!

Nanya really wanted to roll up her sleeves and fight Nan Song, but she couldn't beat her at all.

She wanted to spit on her face, but she didn't dare.

In the past, when Nan Song loved her very much, Nanya didn't think she was so powerful, but now that the two of them are at odds, she realizes how cruel she is and how dark her methods are!
"What do you want, do you want me to apologize to you?"

Nanya's eyes were full of red blood, and the words "You are dreaming" were written all over her body.

Nan Song rolled up her sleeves, revealing her white and slender wrists. She shook her head gently, "No, compared to your unintentional and frivolous apology, I think physical punishment is more effective for you."

She raised her beautiful eyelids and put her hands in her pockets, looking indescribably casual and elegant.

"People say that first-class people teach with their eyes, second-class people teach with their mouths, and third-class people teach with sticks. I used to strongly disapprove of stick education, but Youdao teaches students in accordance with their aptitude. For a fool like you who cares about eating but not about beatings. Girl, if you can’t teach it with your eyes and you can’t teach it with your mouth, then you can only use a stick.”

Nan Song said seriously: "Your parents have divorced since you were a child, and you haven't learned well from your father. A sister is like a mother, and you will be under my control from now on."

Nanya chuckled, "You want to educate me? Why do you do that?"

"Miss, what you want."

Butler Zhao went upstairs in time, and Nanya's eyes widened when she glanced at what she was holding.

"You came just in time, thank you for your hard work, Mother Zhao."

Nan Song reached out to take it and raised the object in his hand towards Nanya, "Here, that's all."

Nanya looked at her in disbelief, with a shocked expression of "Are you the devil?"

Nan Song asked Butler Zhao to help prepare a rosewood ruler, and also formulated a hundred family rules for Nanya. If the rules were violated, the family rules would be followed.

How to hit and how much to hit are clearly written in the house rules.

"You must be sick!" Nanya looked at the "weapon" that looked like ancient times and couldn't imagine the pain on her upper body. "My parents have never beaten me since I was a child. Why should I beat you? Who do you think you are?" Onion?!"

Nan Song looked calm, "I said, since you want to live here, you have to abide by my rules. Our Nan family has always been well-organized. When your father and third uncle were young, weren't they under my father's control? If you ask them to kneel, they don't dare to stand. If you ask them to lie down, they don't dare to sit. I am the same to you."

She asked the servant to place the family rules on Nanya's bedside and post the family rules on the wall.

"One hundred family rules. With your intelligence, I think two days should be enough."

Nan Song said: "I will come to check and accept it in two days. If there is one missing line, it will be one ruler. If there is a mistake, it will be one ruler. If you dare to curse, you will be slapped. If you are not afraid of being beaten or hurt, just try it."

She ordered Butler Zhao, "Just like last night, find two people to watch her back. Lazy donkeys have to rely on whipping."

Until Nan Song left and two men in black came up, Nanya was still stunned and didn't recover.

Three minutes later, a shrill cry echoed throughout the villa, "Get out of here! Let me go! I don't want to live here anymore! Nan Song, you are a devil——!"

*
At eight o'clock in the morning, Nan Song set off from the Rose Garden on time and headed to the group headquarters.

On the way, she used her tablet to check the latest information, and listened intently to Assistant General Gu Heng's report on today's schedule.

"The business license and safety and quality inspection certificate of the racecourse have been obtained, and all hardware equipment has been prepared. The greening is being worked on. Do you want to go and take a look today?"

Nan Song nodded, "Okay. Let's make an appointment with Fu Yu and ask him if he has time. Let's go and see him together."

"Okay." Gu Heng responded and immediately contacted Mr. Fu. After getting the reply, he covered the receiver and said to Nan Song: "Mr. Nan, Mr. Fu said that he is already waiting for you downstairs in the group."

Nan Song frowned slightly, "He is quite positive. Then arrange all meetings until the afternoon and go to the racecourse in the morning."

"Yes." Gu Heng said a few more words to Fu Yu and then ended the conversation.

Nan Song checked the relevant information about the archaeological team in Yunnan and asked Gu Heng, "What's going on with Nanning Cypress and Nanning Bamboo?"

"I'm preparing to report to you."

Gu Heng fiddled with his phone twice and found a video, "This is the video taken by the people we sent. Take a look."

As soon as the video opened, there was a burst of excitement.

Nan Song raised his eyes and looked over, and what he saw were large gray stones. They looked unattractive, no different from ordinary stones in the quarry, but they had prices marked on them, ranging from tens of thousands to 10,000+. .

The buyers were gearing up, their eyes brighter than wolves in the night, all shining, and they kept shouting.

"Cut it! Cut it! This piece must be good!"

The video was shot secretly, facing Nanning Bai and Nanning Bamboo diagonally, but the two of them were completely immersed in it and didn't realize that anyone was filming them.

"The second master and the third master have already bought a lot of rocks and spent a lot of money, but they can't stop at all and are following the devil." Gu Heng couldn't help but sigh.

Nan Song smiled faintly, "It's normal. When they first came into contact with antiques, they had the same moral behavior. They were like stray dogs on the street who saw meat, no matter whether it was good or bad, they would just pick it up with their mouths."

Her eyes were full of disdain. Remember how her grandfather scolded them at that time?

Oh, grandpa said——

"You bastards, are your eyes covered with shit or have you got a waist? I also picked up a bunch of scrap metal from my house. I am blind and stupid. You even imitate others in playing antiques. It's all your own fun!" "

A child cannot be taught, and a rotten tree cannot be carved.

Nan Song shook his head and said to Gu Heng: "Let them struggle. We don't have time to deal with them now. Let's get the affairs of the racecourse settled first."

After the video was played, we happened to arrive at the Nan Group.

Nan Song got out of the car and walked into the group building with high heels and wind, but unexpectedly saw two people sitting on the sofa in the lobby.

Besides Fu Yu, there is another person.

Nan Song narrowed her eyes dangerously. Isn't this the annoying guy who competed with her for the small bowl last night?

(End of this chapter)