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And those things that were sent back were destroyed by Fu Sihan Du Jiang Yan on the spot, and the antiques "Pa Pa Pa Pa Pa Da" were smashed on the ground, and the nine digit items instantly turned into nothingness. The top weapon manufacturing picture is also a cluster of flames, turned into ashes.

Is there any reason for him to take back what he sent out?

Whether Nangong accepted it or not, he gave it to him.

The two men looked at each other, exchanged a look, tacit understanding to the end of the corridor in the sky garden.

There was no one around, only the rustling autumn wind caused the continuous sound among the forest leaves.

Nangong leans on the wall with one leg and one leg bent. His lazy appearance looks like a big cat with narrow claws. However, his temperament can let people know that it is a frightful beast!

"By the way," he said casually, "Mr. Fu, I tasted the dinner made by myself in the evening yesterday. It's delicious. It's a thank-you gift."

Nangong Yixiao is very clear about the meaning of Fu Sihan's so-called thank you gifts. Don't you want him to have no communication with Yan wanwan? He also knows how to deal with him.

Fu Sihan's anger soared all over his body. He narrowed his eyes to see Nangong's fist clenched with his hands and the blue tendons on the back of his hands stretched.

"D, you'd better not think too much of my woman!" Or I won't let you go! Fu Sihan is warning him.

Nangong met his eyes with Xiao and said, "since I know I am D, I should know my strength. Mr. Fu, it's not sure who will win the battle. "

In a word, let the already tense atmosphere burst into unprecedented tension.

Two men both see through each other's hidden identity, open to say.

Whether it is Nangong to Xiao or as D, Nangong to Xiao's strength is standing at the top of the pyramid, even can be said to be able to compete with Fu Sihan.

"But I didn't come to you today to declare war." Nangong with Xiao habitual smile, he used to laugh is no temperature of indifference, let people shudder, except for the face of late speech.

Fu Si cold eyebrow tip tiny pick, sneer in with disdain: "I thought you are to rob my wife."

Wife, this address is undoubtedly in the south palace with Xiao heart hard stab a knife.

"If Yan mengrou didn't look up to you, she would marry you later?" Nangong looks at Fu Sihan with Xiao's eyes.

Fu Sihan is not surprised that Nangong Yixiao can find out about his marriage, but

"She is indeed my lawful wife, truly Mrs. Fu."

With the skin of the relatives, husband and wife.

Nangong Yixiao suddenly feels that he is entangled with Fu Sihan. These problems are very mentally retarded. He is totally stabbing his own heart.

"Mr. Fu can rest assured that even if the whole world is not good at night, I will protect her, so you don't have to worry about me hurting her." Nangong Yixiao turned back to the main topic, "as for the purpose of my coming today,"

he stopped. "Fu Sihan, I was waiting for you to make mistakes. At that time, as long as I spoke late and late, I would not hesitate to take her away at all costs, so I warn you not to hurt her, no matter what

Just as he sent a text message to organize Fu Sihan's zero score, Fu Sihan was not allowed to do so because of his ridiculous possessiveness and jealousy.

"You like to be late." Fu Sihan said in a firm tone.

Nangong Yixiao said so much nonsense, not because he likes his wife!

"Yes." Nangong confessed with Xiao, "Fu Sihan, I once thought that late night was the only pity my God gave him in his life. Later, I realized that this was just a way to slap a date again."

Nangong to Xiao and said, "but Fu Si Han, even if a slap, sweet jujube will always be the only sweet jujube."

Nangong Yixiao today's words are especially many, not for several years.

It's not so much a warning to Foshan and a demonstration to him that he is persuading himself.

Persuade yourself not to ruin the choice of Yan late.

Her little princess now seems to have accepted forshan.

Worried that after he launched the pursuit of love, Fu Sihan would undoubtedly slander his little princess.

He was worried that his little princess was in a dilemma.

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Yan wanwan looked around for Fu Sihan.

Just when she gave up and planned to go to the dressing room to change her dress, a force clasped her waist and pulled her to the side.

All the sounds of the outside world were cut off at that moment. Only the breath of the man in her ear was left. The hot air flow spread over her neck, causing an uncomfortable goose bumps.

“…… Third brother

Evening voice some unsteady tremor, from the man's familiar breath already can confirm this person is Fu Si Han.

But, how did forshan show up in the dressing room?

And dragged her into the dressing room?!

The dressing room in the public area is not big. Two people can only turn around in it.

Fu Sihan pressed Yan wanwan on the wall, and her heaven and earth were surrounded by him.His momentum is too strong, rushed to the face, night subconsciously closed his eyes.

After a long time, there was no news waiting.

In the evening, I opened one eye uneasily and saw that Fu Sihan was cold and cold, and his face was mild. It was not mild, but strange. That indifference seemed to contain her ridicule!

Yes, it's ridicule!

Night think of his eyes closed just now, the root of it is subconsciously that Fu Sihan will kiss himself!

In the evening, my cheeks burst red.

Oh, my God, when did she get this color!

Fu Sihan obviously saw her mind, just this appearance, the heart must be laughing at her.

"I didn't think about anything. Don't get me wrong!" It's like giving yourself a punch when you just start to argue in the evening: there's no silver here!

"It's too late. Are you trying to coax me in this way?" Fu Sihan lowered his voice, "it's better to kiss me actively."

"Who coaxed you..."

Shameless!

However, in the evening, thinking of Fu Sihan's stinky expression on the judge's bench and the source of the foul expression, Wan Wan retracts the second half of his sentence with a guilty conscience.

Later, I lowered my head and thought of the scene on the judges' bench.

At the moment, he forgot to cover up deliberately, and his left hand wrapped in white gauze was exposed to the air.

"Third brother, your hand..."

In the middle of the evening speech, Fu Sihan retracted his injured hand back into his trouser pocket and did not let her see it.

Night and night, facing his eyes, I feel a pressure from him, this man is born strong, the day after tomorrow forging, finally become today's overlord.

"It's too late."

"Well?"

Fu Sihan was holding Yan wanwan's cheek. He knew from the first sight that he, the wife who had been married, had a charming face.

"You are not allowed to see Nangong Yixiao in the future."

At night, his worry about Fu Sihan was diluted by his overbearing and unreasonable words.