Fu Chen is wearing a military uniform, black leather boots light on the table, eyebrows and eyes cold, the corners of the mouth has been light hook, hand guns keep turning, occasionally a aiming, not far from the target will move, full ring.
"Xiao Jin, your arms business is doing well. Now I'm short of guns. When can you vomit something?"
Fu Yan gritted his teeth. All his things are the best. It's not impossible to give them. However, he threatened him with song September, which made him remember something in his heart.
Fu Yan took the coffee and took a sip. The man on the phone was very silent. No more voice came. Oh, talk business with him.
"If you get more than ten thousand, you will not come back."
Fu Chen pick eyebrow, ten thousand is ten thousand, anyway some earn, that nominal wife he doesn't know what situation, also don't have interest son to understand, woman this kind of creature, trouble.
Fu Jin hung up and knew that Fu Chen would not go back on his promise. He was very happy. Well, as soon as song September divorced his elder brother, he would take her to the Civil Affairs Bureau. How nice.
At this time, Mo opened the door and came in. He was stunned to see the people who were still here.
"Boss, you haven't left yet? Miss song has gone. "
Song left in September?
The excitement that rose in Fu Yan's heart dissipated. Where she could go now was just going to the Song family for dinner.
But she didn't even want to go to a pit with her.
This dead woman.
Fu Ji got up, pursed his mouth, and went downstairs. Mo swallowed his saliva and followed him.
But song September this time, already arrived at the Song family villa, the eye flashed a trace of firmness, opened the door to get off the car.
Every time I enter the Song family, I feel like it's a war. Besides, she is still fighting alone. Every time she gets scarred, this is her family.
Song September went in and nodded to the housekeeper at the door. From a distance, he heard the voice from the villa.
"Cousin, song September really went to Fu's house. As she looks like, being bullied is a small matter. If she does something bad, it's a big problem."
Song Jiaojiao said as she peeled the grapes, her nails dyed with purple grape juice also had two colors.
Next to them sat the rest of the Song family.
Song Yan is also sitting on the sofa, her hair is soft and soft. She turns her head behind her ears, revealing her sexy clavicle.
Hearing song Jiaojiao's words, a smile flashed on her face, but it was only a moment, and the smile could not be detected. There was a faint blush on her white face.
"Jiaojiao, anyway, she is also my sister."
Xie Juan's face shows a trace of satisfaction. Yanyan has always been like this since she was a child. No matter she was in school or in the entertainment circle now, she was the first in school. When she entered the entertainment circle, she was still the national goddess. This daughter has always been her pride.
"Oh, cousin, I know you are kind-hearted, but song Jiuyue grew up in a small town, which is poor and small. She doesn't even have a shopping mall. What kind of world can she see? She's a small family. What if she loses our face when she marries the Fu family?"
Song Jiao's fingers were soaked in purple paper towel, but she couldn't wipe it.
However, none of the people present stopped.