Chapter 708

Feeling the itch on his hands, fan MingEn did not rise from a strange, breathing also became thick and regained.

But when Yao Xianghe had to put on fan MingEn's suit and tie with another hand, fan MingEn was frowning and pushing Yao Xiang He away.

"Yao family leader, we are strategic cooperation relations, not physical cooperation relations. Please make sure."

Fan MingEn's cold meaning, let Yao Xianghe change color a while.

She looked at fan MingEn gloomily, and she laughed with sarcasm: "in a word, I am not too old to be?

On beauty, it must be Jiang's daughter-in-law that attracts you more? "

Fan MingEn's face changed greatly when he heard this.

He stared at Yao Xianghe, and his eyes flashed with thunder, and he gnawed his teeth and said, "what do you want to do, yaoxianghe?"

"Oh! Fan Shao really loves her.

I also did not expect that the high-level students who returned from studying abroad in Tangtang, the chairman of Tangtang Yunxiao group and master fanmingen, who are top talents, would like a married woman.

If this is known by the holy hand of the holy Yan Luo of the Jiang family, it is necessary that even the cloud cloud group can not stop the Revenge of the yuan family? "

Every word Yao Xianghe said, fan MingEn breathed quickly.

Feeling fan MingEn gradually spread the murderous Qi, Yao Xianghe also knew that he could not play too much.

She showed a strange smile: "rest assured fan Shao, it will be a secret forever before our honeymoon of cooperation has passed."

"Well, I'll go back to Ji's house to deal with things. Fan Shao, drink slowly."

Yao Xianghe smiles and leaves the room.

"Bang!"

After Yao Xianghe left, fan MingEn was like a furious lion, a wooden shelf antique vase handsome to pieces!

His pupil contracted, his face white, and recalled the night.

I remember Jiang Zhong who struggled on the ground, and the curse of ominous before his death.

"You, you... No... Good, good... Dead!"

Fan MingEn shivered and his heart was cold.

He looked out of the window at the sky, and his eyes saw the killing machine skyrocketing.

"Yao Xianghe, you must die!"

Behind the back door of the restaurant, a man leaned against the wall and hid in the dark. He watched Yao Xianghe walk out of the top of the sky and threw his cigarette on the ground to stamp it out.

A sad smile came out of the corner.

The seventh day of opening at the top of the cloud is.

The online accusation of nighttime food seems to have faded in recent days.

But this is not the wind has passed, but the netizens are slowly forgetting the night food, instead of entering the view of the top of the clouds.

This kind of Internet forgetting is undoubtedly fatal to a restaurant.

This shows that people already think the restaurant is of no value for discussion.

When the word "night food" can not splash waves on the Internet, it means that it and this era will be completely farewell.

Today's night food has been empty and empty.

Employees seem to be throwing themselves away, playing cards, playing mobile phones and being dazed in the hall.

In short, none of them work seriously.

What makes Murong listen to dream and Li Dafa's face is that there are several security guards and waiters who didn't come to work for tonight's food.

When they called, they received a very unified response: to go back to the countryside and start a business, I hereby resign.

However, these people's figure, but in the distant cloud top appeared!