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

Yang Mufan leaned on the railing, with a hoarse voice, colder than the night outside, he said: "Since there is a problem with that batch of munitions, and the black dragon is coveting and impatient, then...you can kill two birds with one stone, Borrowing a knife to kill..."

"Second brother, I understand, I know what to do." The man's voice sounded respectfully through the handset of the mobile phone.

Admire Fan's long and slender fingertips, holding a half-burned cigarette, white smoke, under the dim orange light, rising circle after circle.

After a long silence, Admiral Fan took a breath slowly, then whispered into the phone, "Help me with one more thing."

"Second brother, please tell me."

"Assemble a thousand Dark Moon's dark guards to help me find someone. Within three days, I want to know his specific whereabouts..."

……

After hanging up the phone, Yang Mufan leaned on the railing, smoked three more cigarettes in silence, and then flicked the cigarette butt that was about to burn out into the endless cold night.

After the smell of tobacco on her body was not so strong, Yang Mufan walked back to the hall slowly with her long, straight legs.

However, the moment he entered the hall, he saw the direction of the mahjong table, and his head was covered with black lines of depression.

At this moment, Nan Juefeng, Wei Yutian, and Zhuo Qingcheng were enthusiastically and excitedly posting notes on the faces of Mu Wanqing, Yang Muan, and Yangmu Sheng one-on-one.

While sticking, while blowing a pleasant whistle.

Yang Mufan walked over frowning, and suddenly found that Mu Wanqing and his two sons were pasted by them, and their noses and eyes were completely invisible.

The handsome sword eyebrows frowned even harder.

He asked, "What are you doing?!"

The moment he heard Yang Mufan's voice, Yang Musheng, who had always felt aggrieved, immediately pushed away the densely packed notes on his face, pouted and complained: "Daddy, godfather and the others concentrated their fire on auntie, auntie is stupid and stupid. Stupid, every game of mahjong is so badly lost, Auntie’s face can’t fit the note, godfather and they transfer it to me and An’an’s face, woohoo~ Daddy, Sheng Sheng’s face is so painful from being pasted by them , The skins are all off, you avenge Sheng Sheng, and you also stick papers all over their faces."

And at this moment, Yang Mu'an is not as fond of complaining as Yang Musheng is. He just uses his little hands to push away the layers of thick and thick notes, revealing two extremely innocent little eyes, and looks at Admiration with aggrieved eyes. Fan, like a bullied puppy, has dark, wet eyes.

Mu Wanqing, who knew she had done something wrong, immediately sat stiffly on the chair the moment she heard Yang Mufan's inquiry, her back straightened, and she didn't dare to take a breath.

It caused his son to be posted like that, and he didn't know how angry Yang Mufan would be.

You know, who doesn't know that anyone who admires and spoils his son to the point of losing a hair will burst into anger and his eyes will be so red that he wants to kill.

However, the glue used for the sticker sticks to the skin, it really... hurts. %>_<%

Nan Juefeng squatted beside Yang Mu'an, holding a thick stack of notes in his hand, and glanced at the gloomy face of Yang Mufan out of the corner of his eye, and the evil smile at the corner of his mouth became more and more satisfying.

He said: "Second brother, don't look so stinky, didn't you just paste a few notes from your son, making it look like I want your son's life, as the saying goes: I am willing to gamble and admit defeat, and the 'father' is in debt." Son, Miss Mu's face can't be pasted, so it's naturally on the face of little prince An'an, right?!"