Chapter 1982

The young woman raised her head a little worried.

Fanyu's expression is still light, like a smile, but it doesn't look angry.

She was relieved.

Who knows, his next words, the front turn!

"You are not Fanfan's family at all. Who are you?"

Young women: "..."

Qiao Yuanfei: "..."

Fanfan: "..."

The only calm person in the whole house is Liu Liu, who is still waiting to eat dumplings on the sofa.

Young woman: "Brahma, Brahma, what do you mean? I can't understand. I'm Brahman's aunt. You can ask Brahman about it... "

"It's very similar. Unfortunately, when acting in front of children, you forget a very important point."

Fanyu leads Fanfan to the sofa and sits down, with thin lips slightly open.

"What point?"

The young woman didn't realize that she was being manipulated and asked stupidly.

To the eyes of shangfanyu, she suddenly returned to her mind.

But it's too late.

Whether she admits it or not, Fanyu has identified her as a fake.

He's just curious. Fanfan knows that this is not his aunt. Why should he cooperate with the acting?

"How do you know I'm not Fanfan's aunt? You heard when Fanfan called me just now!"

The young woman asked not to give up.

"First, Brahman doesn't like people touching his face. You touch it as soon as you come."

"Second, Fanfan doesn't like you. He would rather be with Qiao Yuanfei and Liu Liu, rather than close to you, but you like to force him."

"Third..."

The young woman knew who he was, and there seemed to be fear in her eyes.

But people who know his identity are usually busy fawning on him.

Even if you don't want to ingratiate yourself with him, you should also know his character. You won't target anyone for no reason. Why are you afraid of him?

Unless, this person did something with a guilty heart, afraid to be found by him will retaliate.

So Fanyu just used his help to introduce the work.

"Last but not least."

Fanyu raised his eyes slowly, glancing at the young woman '.

"Fanfan once told me that he had only his mother and no aunt at all!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the young woman couldn't stand at all.

Looking to Brahman for help.

Fanfan is also a small face.

He didn't say anything like that, but Fanyu looked at him and bowed his head to cooperate with him.

The young woman is in despair.

Reach into the bag, as if you want to call someone with your cell phone.

Fanyu asked people to stop her at the door, not to give her a chance to escape.

Tall body, stand up from the sofa, step forward.

Around the young women walked a circle, silent pressure, pressure young women do not dare to look up.

"Who are you? What do you want to do pretending to be the family of Brahma? "

“……”

The young woman hesitated and stopped talking.

Fanyu smiled coldly and looked at the bodyguard in the door with his eyes.

This is the man he arranged before he came.

The bodyguard receives the hint, the burly body, walks to the young woman, the voice ice cold reminder.

"The last woman who dared to calculate Fanshao, now the grass on the grave is about one meter high. If you know your face better, there is still a way to live. If you don't know your face..."

The big bodyguard shakes his muscles. The muscles with clear lines are full of fear of oppression.

The young woman was so nervous that she fell to the ground.

"I said, I said everything, don't kill me..."