Chapter 393： Every day in the Shura field thirty-six

Chapter 393 Everyday in the Shura Field Thirty-six

"Tomorrow." Ruan Ruan replied softly, and before Fu Minhang could react, he replied: "It's not far, I'll just go there by myself."

Fu Minhang really wanted to say, I will accompany you.

But he has a very important negotiation tomorrow, and he doesn't know what time he will be back at night.

After such a hesitation, he gave other people a chance.

"I'll accompany you there, it just so happens that I have nothing to do tomorrow." Shen Ke's speed was still very fast.

Before the other two silly boys could react, they had already said the words.

Mo Yunhe opened his mouth, but made no sound.

It was Xu Jian, who was already thinking about it at the moment, and it was impossible to compete with him.

He has neither Shen Ke's scheming, nor Minhang's maturity, nor Mo Yunhe's way of flirting with girls.

So, if he grabs hard, he will definitely not be able to, so he can only outsmart.

But how to outsmart it?

The four men had their own thoughts, but Fu Minhang scolded Shen Ke in his heart.

He dared to bet half of the Fu family, that Shen Ke would be fine tomorrow!

But he spent his time with Ruan Ruan for the pregnancy test, so he would definitely have to work overtime to make up for it later.

Does that mean that they have a chance?

Scheming Ke's mind is too heavy, and some of them can't fight him.

If he's busy...

Fu Minhang's brows and eyes moved slightly, and his mind became active.

Shen Ke calmly observed several people, while holding the soft little girl tightly in his hand.

Mo Yunhe and Xu Jian can be ignored, but if Fu Minhang wants to do something in the shopping mall...

Shen Ke felt that when he fought back, he would not be soft-hearted.

Want to force him to quit?

nonexistent!

The little girl's hand, he has taken it, is there any reason to let it go?

Although he is indeed busy tomorrow, it is not important, the important thing is the little girl in his hand.

Shen Ke suddenly felt that it was not bad to be a dazed prince.

At least, at this moment, he has no regrets, he only loves beauty, not the country.

After digestion, the five people went back upstairs.

Ruan Ruan took a bath, and was blown by the scheming Ke, and then went back to the room to sleep.

The other three men looked at Shen Ke with green eyes, and prepared the hair dryer early in the morning to wait outside the bathroom.

When they reacted, it was too late to grab it.

Watching Shen Ke blow Ruan Ruan's hair very gently, he whispered a few words from time to time.

The other three were heartbroken.

Fu Minhang, who was just thinking about his children at first, deeply felt jealous at this moment.

My heart is sour, and I always feel sour in my mouth.

Fu Minhang worked hard to suppress these impulses with calm and self-restraint.

However, it was of no use.

As soon as he looked up, he saw that Shen Ke was blowing his hair gently for Ruan Ruan, and occasionally he lowered his head and said something to Ruan Ruan. The little girl tilted her head and smiled softly, which made Fu Minhang's newly recovered sanity disappear.

The sinking of feelings seems to be just because, under the light, the girl hooked her lips and smiled gently.

Fu Minhang felt that his heart was full and full, there was no way back, he could only move forward.

Mo Yunhe leaned against the wall, propped up his long legs, and looked at the picture of the beautiful woman under the lamp, his heart beating fast.

Over the years, he has been wandering among the flowers, and he has never encountered such a situation.

This kind of made his heart flutter, and this kind of thing made him want to stop.

As if there was a spell in front of him that tempted him into the devil, he could reach it by reaching out his hand.

But he was still a little hesitant, but he took the initiative to take his own steps and stretched out his not very obedient hand.

I'm afraid it's going to be planted.

Mo Yunhe, who has always been obsessed with his kidneys but not his heart, sighed in his heart.