Invincible killer and his tycoon wife

Looking at the more and more distant car shadow, Xiao Lin's eyes are secluded and her eyes are full of lost light.

"I have not been born to you, but you have been born."

Until the shadow of the car completely disappeared from the sight, Xiao Lin took back her eyes, murmured and turned away.

……

At 5:00 p.m.

Wenhai City

Ziwan in the northern suburbs

"Lin Da singer, how can you come back with you? Are you going to stay here tonight."

Zhang Fan, who returned to the villa two hours ago and was sitting on the sofa watching TV, heard the creaking sound of a door open in his ears. He turned his head and saw Zhou Xiaolei and Lin Shihua who were pushing the door in.

Fixed on Lin's face, Zhang Fan frowned and asked.

"Zhang Fan, you're right. I'm going to stay here tonight."

Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Lin Shihua, who was about to change her slippers, stopped. She stood upright, her beautiful eyes shining with pride. She stared at Zhang Fan and said, "this is agreed by Xiaolei, so it's useless if you don't agree."

"What."

Zhang Fan's face was slightly changed by Lin's words. How could Xiaolei make Lin Shihua live in the villa? He looked at Zhou Xiaolei. Before he could speak, Zhou Xiaolei, who had already changed her slippers, opened her lips and uttered a word as cold as nine you.

"Zhang Fan, you don't have to ask. I agreed to live in a villa with poetry and painting, just for one night."

"Zhang Fan, you hear me."

Lin Shihua picked her eyebrows and began to change her slippers.

It's just one night.

What's your pride? Once tonight's over, you'll have to leave tomorrow.

After rolling his eyes, Zhang Fan withdrew his eyes and continued to watch his variety show.

One hour later, Zhou Xiaolei and Lin Shihua, two women who had taken a bath one after another, came down from the stairs with water dripping on the ends of their hair, which showed that they had washed their hair and did not use a hair dryer to dry them.

At this time, Li Lan's voice began to ring and spread to Zhang Fan, who was sitting on the sofa watching the variety show, and Zhou Xiaolei and Lin Shihua, two girls who had just walked down the stairs.

Fan sat down with the dining chair.

It's the same as noon.

While Lin Shi Hua was eating a lot, he kept saying that the dishes were delicious. Li Lan was very happy with his smile.

There is no doubt that

this dinner, Lin Shihua has been through.

"It's holding up Ben."

Leaning against the dining chair, Lin Shihua touches her slightly protruding stomach with her little hand.

"You deserve to eat so much."

Ironically, Zhang Fan stands up under the eyes of Lin Shihua, who is about to kill people, and helps Li Lan clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

As for Zhou Xiaolei, she got up and went to the stairs.

I haven't dealt with the documents all day. If I don't deal with them properly, I'll be finished.

"Why are you still sitting here?"

After helping Li Lan wash the dishes and put them away, Zhang Fan walked out of the kitchen and saw Lin Shihua sitting on the dining chair. He was surprised at first, then suddenly he saw it. He said in a teasing way: "my big singer Lin is not a diamond diamond, so don't take care of porcelain. He can only eat an apple, but he will eat a watermelon, which will not support you."

"It's up to you."

Lin's poems and paintings hum coldly.

"I'm just talking about a fact, not about you."

Shrugging his shoulders, Zhang Fan went to the sofa.

"Zhang Fan, I'm thirsty. Please pour me a glass of water."

In this regard, Zhang Fan ignored, the pace under his feet, also accelerated some, a few times, went to the sofa, he sat down, happy to see the variety show.

"Zhang Fan, you bastard."

Zhang Fan's actions made Lin Shihua angry and scolded Zhang Fan.

"Don't pour it for me. I'll do it myself."

After sniffing, Lin Shihua stood up from the dining chair and walked to the drinking fountain not far away.

"Well, I can still stand up. It seems that the food is not enough."

Zhang Fan, whose perception has always been placed on the side of Lin's poetry and painting, feels it when Lin's poetry and painting moves. He turns his head and takes a look at it and makes a tut.

After taking a cup of water from a paper cup, Lin Shihua went to the sofa and sat down. After putting the cup on the tea table, she took the remote control in front of Zhang Fan and changed it to cctv-8.

At the moment, cctv-8 is not playing a bang Zi opera, but what else can it be.

Hum

Lin Shihua has not forgotten to take a proud look at Zhang Fan.

Oh

In this regard, Zhang Fan's heart is funny, temperament is the same as a child, also do not know how this woman became a star, but also sat on the post song throne.

An hour later, Zhang Fan got up and went upstairs.

"How to get there."

Looking at the back of Zhang Fan's departure, Lin Shihua's eyebrows wrinkled and her beautiful eyes flashed a puzzled light. In turn, she showed a sweet smile on her face and muttered: "Zhang Fan is just gone, I can lie down."As soon as the shoes kicked, Lin Shihua reclined on the sofa, elbows against the sofa, holding zhenshou in his palm, and smiling.

This appearance is really indescribably lazy.

Let's talk about Zhang Fan.

He came to the second floor and entered his room.

When he came to the window, Zhang Fan stretched out his hand to open the window and jumped out.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, which is suitable for killing people and setting fire. Similarly, it is also suitable for breaking through the realm.

This evening, Zhang Fan is going to transform himself into a immortal immortal in the depths of Zizhu mountain.

In less than three minutes, Zhang Fan, who turned into a white shadow, arrived at an open space deep in Zizhu mountain.

"If I want to succeed in breaking through the Shu Mai state, I have to use Baimai Cao, Bamai flower and four or five kinds of auxiliary miraculous medicine and lingcao to refine the pulse protecting pill."

Muttering, Zhang Fan raised his hand and a pile of things appeared on the ground.

It is a medicine tripod with light blue light. It has more than ten roots and thirty centimeters. It has two fingers wide agarwood, hundred vein grass, eight pulse flower, three miraculous herbs and two spirit grass.

"The materials are available. We can start."

With a smile, Zhang Fan began to build a platform. After he built the platform, he put the medicine tripod on the table.

Driven by Zhang Fan's true Qi, the agarwood placed in the platform ignited a flame.

At the same time, Zhang Fan's other hand put baimaicao, Bamai flower and three auxiliary miraculous herbs in order, and two of them were put into the medicine tripod.

And then

Something magical happened.

The miraculous herbs, which were put into the medicine cauldron, did not fall on the bottom of the medicine tripod, but were suspended in the air.

As Zhang Fan infused the genuine Qi into the medicine tripod, baimaicao, Bamai flower, three auxiliary miraculous herbs and two auxiliary spirit herbs began to melt.

impurities are turned into fly ash, and the essence remains.

Ten minutes later, seven more pieces of liquid medicine with a delicate fragrance came out of the tripod.

Whether the pill can be made depends on whether the liquid medicine can be mixed together.

"He"

when the word "he" was vomited out, Zhang Fan began to mix seven medicinal solutions into Huadan.

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