Invincible killer and his tycoon wife

At this moment, Zhang Fan really want to hit Luo Ziwen's butt a few times, let her know that is not something, can be rounded.

Whoa

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Fan squinted at Zhang Fan and said coldly, "Miss Luo, round off, you think this is a math problem. This is RMB."

"I'm just doing math."

Luo Ziwen's head was tilted with a smile, her eyes twinkled and twinkled. She was so indescribable that Kawai said, "I first worked out the math problem, and then I added the unit.

So

100000 RMB. There's nothing wrong with it. "

"You..."

Luo Ziwen's words made Zhang Fan choke. He didn't know how to retort. After turning his dark eyes for a few circles, he said with a smile, "Miss Luo, I've decided. I don't want to settle the account now, because I'll hold your hand later. When I decide not to hold your hand, I'll settle the account."

"That's fine."

Luo Zi Wen first nodded, her heart Tucao make complaints about: petty ghosts.

Now

The battle in the arena is over.

The man who won the victory was the man in shorts. Another man in trousers naturally fell down on the challenge arena and had no life. He was a corpse.

"This Huang Jiaming is really good. With this one, he has won nine games."

"Yes, he has won nine games. If he wins one more game, he will get a hundred million bonus. In addition, he has the right to refuse to play in future games."

"Yes, yes."

Oh

Listening to the conversation between the two men in front of him, Zhang Fan's mouth rose and drew up an arc full of endless smile. His black eyes narrowed into a slit, which twinkled with fine light.

If you win ten games, you can get a hundred million?

Nine wins already?

The last one left?

So

Next time, the man named Huang Jiaming is bound to lose.

"Zhang Fan, a new game is about to start. Shall we hold down a little money?"

"Of course."

Hear Luo Ziwen's words, Zhang Fan said with a smile: "all came here, naturally is to earn a little laro small hand money."

"Making money? You don't want to lose. You don't even have underwear. "

White Zhang Fan one eye, Luo Ziwen's eyes, fell on the hand of the bet machine.

Oh

After a slight smile, Zhang Fan looked at the ring and saw at one glance the two men to fight. One was Huang Jiaming, and the other was a short, thin man.

Compared with the two, regardless of height or body shape, Huang Jiaming has the advantage, and Huang Jiaming has won nine games. Therefore, most people will think that Huang Jiaming has a high probability of winning this competition.

If you bet, it will naturally be on Huang Jiaming.

But who is Zhang Fan.

He was the peak in the early stage of Jushen state. He was about to step into the middle stage of Jushen state. He could see at a glance which one was stronger and which was weaker.

Although Huang Jiaming is very strong, he still has a long way to go. However, the short and thin man is not far away from the warrior. If he exercises for another month or two, he will enter the martial arts.

So.

This battle is bound to end with the victory of short and thin men.

"Zhang Fan, I've pressed it. Have you pressed it yet?"

Luo Ziwen's voice, let Zhang Fan take back his eyes, he looked at Luo Ziwen with a smile and said with a smile, "I haven't pressed it yet, Ziwen, who are you pressing?"

"I'm pressing the man in shorts and his name is Huang Jiaming."

Luo Ziwen said seriously: "Zhang Fan, you see how tall and strong Huang Jiaming is, and how short and thin his opponent Aihu is. No matter how you look at it, Huang Jiaming has a high chance of winning."

Speaking of this, Luo Ziwen's serious face was arrogantly covered, and said: "Zhang Fan, I'd like to remind you that Huang Jiaming can make a lot of money."

"A book makes a fortune? I think it's a negative profit. "

Zhang Fan would not say this sentence, otherwise, she would definitely be "educated" by Luo Ziwen. She said with a faint smile: "Miss Luo, you are right. I listen to your pressure on Huang Jiaming."

Finish saying that, in Luo Ziwen's eyes, Zhang Fan pressed 100000 yuan on Huang Jiaming's body.

"Zhang Fan, you just wait to win."

After laughing at Zhang Fan, Luo Ziwen looks at the arena.

Win???

It's almost as good to lose money. After

make complaints about it, Zhang Fan secretly pressed one hundred million on the tiger body, and the ratio of one to five point three two could earn five hundred and thirty-two million.

"It's easy to make money."

After putting the bet machine into his coat pocket, Zhang Fan raised his hand and stretched out a big stretch. When he put it down, his right hand put it on Luo Ziwen's shoulder and held Luo Ziwen in his arms."Zhang Fan, what are you doing?"

Zhang Fan's action, let Luo Ziwen be unprepared at the same time, but also bashful, after a breath in secret, Zhen head raised, quietly looking at Zhang Fan, she asked.

"Nothing, just want to hold beauty." When he said this, Zhang Fan's eyes did not move, just staring at the challenge arena in front of him.

"You can hold Miss Ben if you want." Luo Ziwen hums coldly.

"Ten million."

"I'll give you one billion." Luo Ziwen's eyes flash a touch of teasing, her voice, or cold.

"One billion?"

"It's a billion dollars, in euros."

Luo Ziwen sneered: "if you can't give this money, you can let go."

"One billion euro, little money, but I want to add one more request." How can Zhang Fan be scared off by 1 billion euro? His dark eyes, after two circles of rolling, he said with a smile.

"You can't ask for more, just give it to you." Luo Ziwen can not deny said.

"Well."

Zhang Fan pretended to think. After a while, he let go of Luo Ziwen and said, "in this case, I still don't hold it."

"Poor man."

Cherry lips light open, Luo Ziwen spit out such two words, the irony in her eyes, into the drama.

Poor poor wretch?

If Zhang Fan were a pauper, then 99.9999 9999% of the people in the world would be poor.

When Luo Ziwen uttered the word "poor ghost", Zhang Fan's face froze as he jerked at the corners of his mouth and his eyelids jumped. The smile on his face, no doubt, was fixed there.

Now

Zhang Fan's appearance should not be too appropriate to use the five words "ugly force".

Whoa

After recovering, Zhang Fan took a deep breath. He said seriously: "Miss Luo, you are right. I am Zhang Fan, I am a pauper, a big pauper.

You see, for the sake of being a poor man, can I cancel the money I hold your little hand? "

"Young master Zhang, for the sake of admitting that you are a poor man, you should cancel the money you took from my little hand."

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