Invincible killer and his tycoon wife

"Er..."

When Zhang Fan was about to turn around and walk toward the kitchen, he was stunned. After calming down, he said with a smile, "Miss Luo, you mean you want me to carry you to the sofa."

"Yes, just take me to the sofa."

"Miss loda, are you sure you're not kidding?"

The smile on Zhang Fan's face became more intense, which seemed to turn into substance. He said, "my Miss Luo, you are not afraid to take the opportunity to eat your tofu when I hold you."

"I'm ready to devote myself to you. Will I be afraid that you will eat my tofu?"

Hear Zhang Fan's words, Luo Ziwen jade Yan a red, eyes emerge a bashful light, turn, she rolled a white eye, said: "Zhang Fan, a word, you hold, or not."

"You said that. If I don't hold it, I'm still a man."

He put the dishes and chopsticks on the table, went around the table, and went to Luo Ziwen. Zhang Fan looked at Luo Ziwen from a commanding position. His eyes were wide and serious, and he asked, "Miss Luo, it's too late for you to regret now. When I pick you up, if you regret, it will be useless."

"Zhang Fan, how can you, a big man, talk so much like women?"

Luo Ziwen said without good breath.

Beautiful eyes, full of endless scorn light.

Oh

Zhang fan can ran a smile, bent over, one hand on Luo Ziwen's neck, the other on Luo Ziwen's legs and legs.

"Miss Luo Da, I want to hold it."

With this sentence falling, Zhang Fan held Luo Ziwen horizontally. At the same time, Luo Ziwen's plain hand wrapped around Zhang Fan's neck.

The dining table was very close to the sofa. In less than five seconds, Zhang Fan went to the sofa. He put Luo Ziwen on the sofa. When he wanted to get up, he found Luo Ziwen's arm around his neck. He didn't let go. He couldn't help laughing and said, "miss Luo, when you get to the place, you can let go of your hand."

"Well Good. "

At the moment when she was held up by Zhang Fan, Luo Ziwen fell into the contemplation. She was put on the sofa by Zhang Fan and had not yet come out of it. Zhang Fan's voice rang in her ear, and then she eased over. She took back the plain hand that held Zhang Fan's neck.

"She looks like a trance, and I don't know what the girl is thinking about that is not suitable for children."

After shaking his head, Zhang Fan went to the table.

Zhang Fan washed the dishes and put them away, carrying a plate cut into small pieces and a small piece of apple. When he came out of the kitchen, it was a quarter of an hour.

"Miss Luo Da, eat some fruit. It's good for digestion."

Sitting down beside luoziwen, Zhang Fan put the plate in front of luoziwen, he said with a smile.

"No

Luo Ziwen shook her head, refused, a pair of beautiful eyes, staring at the front of the LCD TV, that appearance, really can not say seriously.

"If you don't eat, don't eat."

Zhang Fan smiles. Then, he reaches out to take out his mobile phone in his pants pocket, lights up the screen to unlock it, and clicks on wechat to start the chat journey with Zhou Xiaolei.

……

"Do you know who killed my son?"

Zeng Zhiyou, the owner of the Zeng family, looked at Zeng Qingjun, who was lying on the ground and had become a corpse. After taking back his eyes, he roared.

Now

In the conference hall, except Zeng Zhiyou, all the senior members of Zeng's family were there.

Besides, there are some younger children.

Zeng Qingyi stands out among them.

After hearing Zeng Zhiyou's words, the senior officials looked at each other face to face without saying a word. They really did not know who killed Zeng Qingjun.

You said that girl didn't tell Zeng Zhiyou and others that Zhang Fan came to find Zeng Qingjun.

This

Of course not.

When Zeng Qingjun died, the girl was scared to death and passed out directly.

The girl couldn't wake up again.

Scared to death.

Yes, I was scared to death.

How can a dead man talk.

"Father, I know one or two, but I don't know if it was made by that man." Just when Zeng Zhiyou was about to get angry, Zeng Qingyi, who was standing behind Zeng Zhiyou, made a noise. She frowned.

"Well

With Zeng Qingyi's words coming out, the eyes of all the people present were attracted to the past.

Whoa

Zeng Zhiyou took a deep breath. He looked at Zeng Qingyi coldly and said, "light clothes, you can say what you have."

"Yes, father."

After Zeng Qingyi nodded, he said the conflict between Zeng Qingjun and Zhang Fan, the suitor of luoziwen last night, and said: "father, last night, brother and Zhang Fan had a conflict, but today, my brother died. Do you think this is too coincidental.""Light clothes, you said your brother was killed by Zhang Fan." His eyes turned a few times, Zeng Zhiyou said in a deep voice.

"That's the possibility. If it's true or not, only heaven knows." Zeng Qingyi said.

"Whether it's Zhang Fan or not, I'll see you."

Zeng Zhiyou said in a cold voice: "tomorrow, the house of the driving Luo family." With the fall of this sentence, Zeng Zhiyou bent down and picked up Zeng Qingjun, who had become a corpse. He buried Zeng Qingjun in the back mountain.

Will the funeral not be held. This

Maybe not.

Ah.

Many high-level people, after they issued a sigh, walked out of the conference hall one after another.

"Light clothes, people can't be reborn after death. Please stop mourning."

Five young men and women, after saying a word to Zeng Qingyi in unison, walked outside the conference hall.

In a twinkling of an eye, people are clean.

In the huge conference hall, only Zeng Qingyi was left.

At this time

Zeng Qingyi's sad feeling on her face, once brushed, disappeared completely. She showed a bright smile like flowers in full bloom. She said, "brother, don't blame me. I also want to inherit the Zeng family and master everything of the Zeng family."

"There is a saying: people do not take care of themselves, and heaven kills the earth. Since ancient times, it has been the most merciless imperial family. Although Zeng's family is not an imperial family, it is also a marquis family. Who does not want to be the head of a marquis family?"

With this sentence, Zeng Qingyi's smile changed into grief.

"Brother..."

With a sad cry, Lianbu moved lightly and Zeng Qingyi walked out of the conference hall.

……

"Zhang Fan, I miss you so much, really, really miss you very much. Do you miss me so much?"

Dressed in a white Pajama, with long hair and a waterfall like Cape, Li Wan'er stands by the window and looks at the silver moon hanging in the sky.

Cherry lips light open, spit out such a sentence.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes Five minutes Ten minutes

Until a quarter of an hour.

Li Wan'er took back her eyes. Her eyes were filled with endless thoughts.

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