Chapter 660

660 In the future, you are a member of the Rong family (1)

After Leng yunchen took sang zhirou away, everything here gradually returned to silence.

The agents of the firearms group retreated in the helicopter.

While Rong Zhan was bandaging her hand, sang Xia subconsciously looked at the spot where sang zhirou had been. She felt nauseated instantly. The power of the electronic pulse was so strong that it exploded into a bloody mess.

The remaining body did not have any of its original shape.

rong zhan heard sang xia’s sudden ” oh ” and looked up. he knew that she was peeking at him and frowned. ” can’t i just let go of you for a while? why are you so unconscious? ”

As he spoke, he had already grabbed her and left.

however, sang xia covered her mouth and said with a pale face, ” ran ran is not willing to accept this. ”

That’s right, if she didn’t see sang zhirou’s final outcome, she wouldn’t be satisfied!

Even if it was disgusting.

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However, it was really Yingluo.

“Blargh!”

She looked cold and lazy, and her eyes were squinted with a little impatience. She looked away after exchanging a glance with Rong Zhan.

Even though Rong bei was already middle-aged, he did not look old and had a perfect figure due to his constant high-load exercise. Compared to Rong Zhan, he was a mature and charming man who had experienced many ups and downs.

Rong Zhan also glanced at him and turned around indifferently.

They didn’t talk to each other.

It seemed that the cooperation between the father and son was just a fleeting moment.

Rong Zhan pursed his thin lips tightly and did not say a word of thanks.

even though he knew that his father would definitely send people over, he didn’t expect that he would personally bring people over.

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If it was for his own sake, he wouldn’t reject her kindness, but he had personally brought people here to save his wife. His wife was his lifeblood, his most precious and important person.

After getting in the car.

Qin shuangshuang started the car and it sped away.

Rong bei sat in the front passenger seat and opened his arms wide. One of his arms was lazily placed on Qin shuangshuang’s car seat, and the other was holding an open bottle of whiskey. As the car sped along, he raised his head and drank.

He was exceptionally arrogant and unruly.

Rong Zhan was sitting at the back with his wife in his arms, whispering something into her ear.