Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

"Then what should I do?!" Mrs. De's complexion suddenly turned pale.

The technician said: "I'll fix the program first and see if it can be fixed."

Nan Juefeng signaled the technician to repair it, while he stood aside, fearful, watching Yang Mifan in the water, trying various methods over and over again, trying to break free from the handcuffs and shackles.

From time to time, he would glance at the system indicator light on the wall.

Safe time, green light.

When the time is almost up, but the task has not been completed, it will be a yellow light.

If it exceeds the time limit, a red light will be on to warn you.

His fists hanging on both sides of his body were pulled very tightly.

In fact, now, he really wants to scold and scold Yang Mufan, or blast K.

However, he knew that now was not the time to distract Admiral Fan.

If the program can't be repaired, and he can't escape by himself, then what should I do...

Facts have proved that the program really cannot be repaired.

And admire Fan, but admire Fan very much.

When he broke through the checkpoint and climbed out of the glass box safely, Nan Juefeng reflexively rushed over and punched him hard on the side of the face.

In the water, Yang Mi Fan, who had expended too much physical strength and energy, no longer had the strength to resist.

He was punched alive, and his whole body hit the glass box, gasping for breath, exhausted from escaping from death all over his body.

Nan Juefeng's eyes were red with anger, and he yelled: "Yang Mofan, do you have a brain problem, or a psychological problem?! If you want to die, just take a gun and destroy yourself. Why bother? With so many people, worrying about you together?! I'm going to die, it's really uncomfortable to see me..."

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In the spacious study room, after taking a shower, Admiral Fan was wearing a black bathrobe. When he opened the door and walked in, Nan Juefeng was still leaning on the sofa, his anger had not dissipated.

Admiring Fan's cold eyes, he glanced at Nan Juefeng, walked to the wine cabinet, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, Lafite, or brandy?!"

Nan Juefeng scoffed coldly, but did not speak.

Yang Mufan took the brandy and two wine glasses, walked to the sofa and sat down, then unscrewed the bottle cap, poured two glasses deftly.

Nan Juefeng glanced coldly at the drink brought to him, not intending to accept it.

Admiral Fan snorted: "This bottle of wine is produced in the only royal chateau in France. There are not many bottles left in the world. Don't you want to drink it?! Are you sure?! Forget it, I will drink it myself."

As he said that, he wanted to take back the gesture of admiration.

however--

"Ula", Nan Juefeng snatched the wine glass with lightning speed, and took a sip.

Yang Mufan sat at the side, looking at Nan Juefeng's appearance lightly, with a smile in his eyes.

A glass of brandy was poured down, and the unique aroma and spiciness of the wine sprinted in his mouth and stomach. Nan Juefeng frowned: "Boy, this wine is really good. How many bottles do you have?!"

"There are not many bottles in the world, how many bottles do you think I can have?!" Yang Mufan said gracefully.

"Give me two bottles. This wine is not bad, it suits my taste." Nan Juefeng poured a glass, slowly tasting it, the more he tasted it, the more he liked it.

Yang Mufan said: "No more, this is the last bottle."

Nan Juefeng: "Who are you lying to?! If there is only one bottle, you will put it in the study and invite me to drink it?! Don't fool me, challenge my IQ."

There was a smile on the corner of Yang Mufan's mouth, and he said: "When you leave, go to my liquor store to get it yourself."

The technician said: "I'll fix the program first and see if it can be fixed."

Nan Juefeng signaled the technician to repair it, while he stood aside, fearful, watching Yang Mifan in the water, trying various methods over and over again, trying to break free from the handcuffs and shackles.

From time to time, he would glance at the system indicator light on the wall.

Safe time, green light.

When the time is almost up, but the task has not been completed, it will be a yellow light.

If it exceeds the time limit, a red light will be on to warn you.

His fists hanging on both sides of his body were pulled very tightly.

In fact, now, he really wants to scold and scold Yang Mufan, or blast K.

However, he knew that now was not the time to distract Admiral Fan.

If the program can't be repaired, and he can't escape by himself, then what should I do...

Facts have proved that the program really cannot be repaired.

And admire Fan, but admire Fan very much.

When he broke through the checkpoint and climbed out of the glass box safely, Nan Juefeng reflexively rushed over and punched him hard on the side of the face.

In the water, Yang Mi Fan, who had expended too much physical strength and energy, no longer had the strength to resist.

He was punched alive, and his whole body hit the glass box, gasping for breath, exhausted from escaping from death all over his body.

Nan Juefeng's eyes were red with anger, and he yelled: "Yang Mofan, do you have a brain problem, or a psychological problem?! If you want to die, just take a gun and destroy yourself. Why bother? With so many people, worrying about you together?! I'm going to die, it's really uncomfortable to see me..."

**********************************************

In the spacious study room, after taking a shower, Admiral Fan was wearing a black bathrobe. When he opened the door and walked in, Nan Juefeng was still leaning on the sofa, his anger had not dissipated.

Admiring Fan's cold eyes, he glanced at Nan Juefeng, walked to the wine cabinet, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, Lafite, or brandy?!"

Nan Juefeng scoffed coldly, but did not speak.

Yang Mufan took the brandy and two wine glasses, walked to the sofa and sat down, then unscrewed the bottle cap, poured two glasses deftly.

Nan Juefeng glanced coldly at the drink brought to him, not intending to accept it.

Admiral Fan snorted: "This bottle of wine is produced in the only royal chateau in France. There are not many bottles left in the world. Don't you want to drink it?! Are you sure?! Forget it, I will drink it myself."

As he said that, he wanted to take back the gesture of admiration.

however--

"Ula", Nan Juefeng snatched the wine glass with lightning speed, and took a sip.

Yang Mufan sat at the side, looking at Nan Juefeng's appearance lightly, with a smile in his eyes.

A glass of brandy was poured down, and the unique aroma and spiciness of the wine sprinted in his mouth and stomach. Nan Juefeng frowned: "Boy, this wine is really good. How many bottles do you have?!"

"There are not many bottles in the world, how many bottles do you think I can have?!" Yang Mufan said gracefully.

"Give me two bottles. This wine is not bad, it suits my taste." Nan Juefeng poured a glass, slowly tasting it, the more he tasted it, the more he liked it.

Yang Mufan said: "No more, this is the last bottle."

Nan Juefeng: "Who are you lying to?! If there is only one bottle, you will put it in the study and invite me to drink it?! Don't fool me, challenge my IQ."

There was a smile on the corner of Yang Mufan's mouth, he said: "When you leave, go to my liquor store to get it yourself."