Dare to put her under house arrest...

  Youyou had never suffered such grievances since she was young, and her eyes were red.

  Dead Jiang Nan, smelly Jiang Nan!

   She slept when she said she was sleeping, and she was shut down when she said she was shut down. Who is he? Why bully her and restrict her freedom!

  Wait for her to go out, you must lay down his anger!

  -

  In the monitoring room.

  A handsome figure sat in front of the computer, her narrow peach eyes narrowed slightly, and she fixedly looked at Youyou who was kicking the door hard.

  Her anger was written on her face, it was not the door that looked like she was kicking, but Jiang Nan.

   "Master, Miss Youyou has been kicking for half an hour." The assistant stood beside Jiang Nan and couldn't help but reminded.

  Kick down again, but the door will not be kicked open, and Youyou's feet will hurt.

  The first person to feel distressed at that time must be Jiang Nan.

   "Do you have a better way? Shut up if you don't!" Jiang Nan opened his lips coldly.

  He is not a blind man. As long as Youyou played, he sat in front of the computer and watched it for half an hour. Her anger did not disappear at all, but instead she became more and more prosperous.

  If this continues, she will really hurt herself.

   Jiang Nan put his hand on the table, her palm was tight, her eyes dimmed, “Let someone give her breakfast, tell her, let her be obedient, and I will let her out tomorrow.”

   "Yes." The assistant was taken aback, and quickly led away.

   Jiang Nan narrowed his eyes and looked at the monitoring screen again.

  Youyou’s delicate face was flushed with anger, she bulged her cheeks, kicked the door panel one after another, listening to Jiang Nan’s ears, but she seemed to be stepping on the tip of his heart.

  The assistant moved quickly. Under the **** of the bodyguard, the breakfast was delivered to the door of the room.

   Hearing a knock on the door outside, Youyou quickly became quiet.

  The whole person was ready to attack, just waiting for the door to open.

  But when she found that the assistant had just passed the meal in from a hidden compartment on the door, she immediately looked like a little lion with fried fur, smashing all the meals.

   "Jiang Nan, you bastard! If you have the ability, starve me to death!"

  When she cursed, Jiang Nan could memorize the two sentences that came and went.

  Idiot, how could he be willing to starve her to death.

  Jiang Nan moved a long finger and picked up the phone, “Re-send it. It doesn’t matter how many copies she drops. Send it to her until she is willing to eat.”

   "Ahem--"

  Jiang Nan just hung up the phone and coughed twice while pressing her thin lips.

  His lips are a little pale, his handsome face is also slightly pale, and his hands keep pressing on his chest, as if he is suffering from pain.

  A pair of long and narrow peach eyes, but they are reluctant to move away from the screen for a second.

   Watching Youyou smash the food delivered by his assistant, and squatted behind the door with anger and wept.

  Jiang Nanzi's pupil clenched, his hands clenched into fists, squeezing and creaking.

   Does her temper have to be so strong?

  Only one morning, she can toss and jump.

  "Master, Miss Youyou refused to eat, she kept scolding you..." Before the assistant had finished speaking, Jiang Nan hung up the phone and slammed the phone against the wall.

   With a bang, it fell apart.

  Jiang Nan pressed her chest and gasped for breath. After a few seconds, she got up from the chair and stepped downstairs.

  "Go and prepare a meal again and change to lunch." Jiang Nan walked to the door of the room, opening his lips indifferently.

  His face is cold, his thin lips are pressed tightly, and there is no sign of discomfort.

  Wait for the assistant to deliver the meal before instructing the bodyguard, "Open the door."