Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

"Ah?" Zhang Cheng is completely at a loss. He doesn't even know Nangong Jue's mobile phone. How can he make a phone call? After a while, he said, "no, when did it happen. But it's also an honor for president Nangong to come to my humble home. Sit down, sit down. "

"You don't have to sit. If all my people are here, please give them back to me. " He said coldly, the air of lengba flashed in his blue eyes.

When he stands here, he has the air of being king in the world!

"For you? What do you mean? Where do I have your people? "

Nangong Jue is very cold, and the light of eyes falls on Feng xiaobad again.

Along with his eyes, Zhang Cheng doubts the eyes fell on the wind small bad body, what do you mean? What does Nangong president mean? Why do you look at this little kid? This child should belong to that hooligan and Miss Gu? What's going on?

"President Nangong, I don't know what you mean?"

"I don't know. What trouble did our naughty child cause to Mr. Zhang? Do you want him here? " He said coldly, which was not polite at all. On the contrary, it was threatening!

"Eh?" Zhang Cheng had been silly for a long time before his face changed: "what are you talking about? You said this child, yes, yes, is a child of your family? "

No!

This smelly boy is not from the Nangong family. Should it be from Gu Xiaoyan and that rascal boy yesterday? How can a Nangong Jue suddenly appear? It's obviously not right. What went wrong? Or is he dreaming now?

"Little bad, come here." Nangong never pays attention to Zhang Cheng and says to Feng xiaobad.

Small bad this just stopped to eat melon seeds, jumped off the sofa, Du Du Du ran to Nangong Jue's side, pulled his clothes corner, also don't speak.

"Nangong president, is this really your child?" Zhang Cheng still can't believe it.

Nangong Jue stares at Zhang Cheng coldly. He leans over his head and looks down at xiaobad: "xiaobad, is there any injury?"

Wind small bad shook his head: "No."

"What's the matter with the hands?" He asked coldly. He saw two more traces of cyan red on his tender white hands.

"Well, the rope just tied is too tight. It's just too tight."

Nangong Jue frowned. If something happened to this little guy, would that woman be crazy? Thinking of the anger between the eyebrows, he looked at Zhang Cheng with a chill in his blue eyes.

Zhang Cheng was paralyzed to the sofa. Even if Nangong never said anything, he didn't know what their relationship was, but he could see how much Nangong president cared about the child. It was over!

"Nangong, Nangong president, listen to my explanation, this is actually a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!" At this moment, where else? Apologize!

After a few seconds of indifference, Nangong Jue suddenly smiles and nods his head gently: "well, I think it's just a misunderstanding. Then I'll take the child away."

"You, take your time, take your time." Zhang Cheng wanted to curry favor with nangongjue, but now he just wanted to send away a big Buddha. His small temple can't afford it. Fortunately, the other party doesn't seem to be very angry, that's good, that's good!

Nangong Jue led the wind, so he left Zhangjia and got on the limousine parked outside.

As soon as he got on the bus, Nangong Jue's expression suddenly became cold from a gentleman. He took out the phone and said coldly, "come here, copy Zhangjia."

Simply put, I hung up.

The wind small bad doubts of slant head: "handsome uncle, copied what meaning?"

Nangong Jue put down the phone, looked at xiaobad and said, "is it to send you to kindergarten? Or do you want to go somewhere else? " He changed the subject without leaving a trace.

"Uncle Shuai, if you don't mind, please invite me to dinner." Wind small bad greedy is about to drool, this morning because dry mother is very tired, she is also very tired, even did not eat breakfast, now the stomach already quack quack quack several times, fortunately before with melon seeds mat appetite.

"Yes." Nangong Jue nodded.

"By the way, uncle Shuai, thank you for saving me, otherwise my teeth will be pulled out." Uncle Shuai is really reliable.

"You're welcome."

The "come here, copy Zhangjia" has not been mentioned any more, copy home? This word is not strange in ancient times, but it is rarely mentioned in modern times. In the underworld, the meaning is very simple, that is to let this family disappear from the world forever!

If you say, Mo you is happy and angry, not in the form of color, there will be little expression of indifference.

Nangong Jue is responsible for the fact that no one can see whether he is really angry or laughing even if he shows his anger on his face. Often, behind his smile, hidden murder. He is the cold mountain that people can't see through.

Father and son went to the restaurant together.

Although they don't know each other, they are the real father and son.

If you know, maybe it will be another scene!

*

Zen Moon Temple.

Wind shallow Xi time is not much, she is now ready to attack the second layer of preparation, as long as the master allows, will immediately break into the second layer.

Nianshui'er's interest in Zen moon tower is far less than that in moyou. All day long, his mind is focused on him, and he makes up his mind, but he often fails.

There's no way. That Mo you is just like no heart. He's not seduced at all.

She's racked her brains, but it's still hard for her to succeed. On the contrary, the wind is shallow and the sun is always so easy to get close to Mo you.

Think of here, nianshuier can't help sighing, think of her nianshuier, known as young man killer, charmed thousands of beautiful men, if it is serious, it is basically rarely missed.

But here in moyou, it's a failure of life. She is more and more fond of moyou.

Ah

Yes, he is soft, exhausted, hard, hard can't do this man.

The more I miss shui'er, the more I sigh. These days, for the sake of Mo you's affairs, she's worried about how old she is, and her skin has become bad. It seems that she'll find some of that kind of film to apply in a few days.

When thinking about how to deal with Mo you again, a flash of brilliance flashed in her eyes. If it's just hard, isn't it just hard?

As soon as she thought about it, she went to the kitchen.

She remembers that the Lord's meals are all cooked alone, so moyou doesn't need to eat with everyone. Looking at the cook over there: "Chef, is the meal ready? I'm so hungry. "