Yan Zhongzhe stares at Mu Ning Fu secretly.
After the meeting, king Lin Tian rushed to meet with the vice president of North America. Mu Ningfu did not accompany him.
Sitting alone in the private bedroom of the state guest garden, mu Ningfu made a phone call to Gan Mo, his former personal coach in the palace of Shanti, who was the bodyguard most trusted by Princess Shanti.
For a long time, there was no one to answer. Mu Ningfu sighed.
Gan Mo grew up with Mu Ning Fu and served as a private bodyguard and coach of Thai boxing, shooting and Malay martial arts.
The phone can't get through, Mu Ning Fu some nervous worry, afraid is Ganmo by night Yao's poison hand, or Ruiqian's plot.
In this way, after dressing up in the evening, mu Ningfu, along with the president and his party, came to the Shanti Palace, where he had lived for more than 20 years in his previous life, to attend the memorial banquet before the funeral of Princess lingfu.
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mu Ningfu is at the back of the splendid Shanti Palace, and she only feels a kind of ghost returning home.
The arrival of the president of the Far East, Jun Lintian, caused a great sensation. His appearance attracted the attention of people from all walks of life in the East and the West.
Mu Ningfu stood beside the president, and Junlin looked at her.
This time, she did not wear black rimmed glasses and avoided revealing her South Asian temperament. She wore a tight white Vietnamese Odey cheongsam, and deliberately sprayed a layer of Lancome miracle with a strong smell to cover up Mei Chenxiang.
"Ye yaozongka and princess Ruiqian arrive The honor guard gave a notice and all the guests applauded.
Mu Ningfu takes a deep breath and subconsciously touches the lady's pistol tied on the inside of aodai's cheongsam pants. The cold metal brings her a nervous sense of revenge.
Because Rui Qian is here.
Rui Qian, Rui Qian, I came back, not as the dead, but alive. You can't imagine it...
Rui Qian, the nine knives you gave me, every knife I remember for you......
mu Ningfu hid in the crowd, clapped her hands in the crowd, and saw her sister who had been growing up since she was ten years old, representing the head of state as the potential successor of the throne of the Shanti Palace Yes - her funeral.
Dressed in a black dress and black skirt, dressed in a noble woman's bun, wearing a black top hat and a net veil, slightly high cheekbones and pale face, Ruiqian tonight looks as if she is as delicate as ever, unable to resist the cold wind. I can see that I am still pitied, which can arouse men's desire for protection.
Murinkov only felt her bones tremble.
Rui Qian, Yeyao, tonight is also your death date... Or in other words, the death of the three of us.
The three of us grew up together and died at my funeral, which is the best destination for you husband and wife...
Ye Yao helped Ruiqian to the stage, but the whole world did not know what only mu Ningfu knew. Behind her slim black dress, she was pregnant with her fiance's child.
Mu Ning Fu's eyes turned red, the flame of revenge gradually raised her temperature and breathed heavily, which was clearly heard by the king Lin Tian beside her.
Everything seems to confirm the conjecture of king Lin Tian.
Under the shade of the guests, king Lin's awareness of the world quietly held her small hand, and the politicians of various countries applauded Rui Qian.
Rui Qian, as the successor of the royal family of Shanti, stepped onto the rostrum and began to make a tearful eulogy speech for the death of her sister.
"As we all know, 18 years ago, my mother Princess Shanti died in the hands of nukang, a drug lord in the Mekong River, to save me. My sister raised me in the next 18 years. She is not only my sister, but also my mother. I love her... I love her very much..." www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!