The Hegemon's Kiss Addiction

Fu Tsai asked, his eyes swept in front of the crowd. When he saw song Jiaojiao's subconscious step backward, he hooked his mouth, let go of his wrist, and wiped it with a handkerchief handed over by ink. It seemed that he had touched something dirty.

Song Jiaojiao has never suffered any injustice since she was a child. But just now her uncle called him Fu Shao, she also guessed that this person should be the second young master of the Fu family. She trembled in her heart and hid behind song Yan in some fear.

That person's sight is too terrible, like a knife, on her body.

After wiping his hands, Fu Tsai took song Jiujiu and sat down at the table. It seemed that the place had suddenly become his territory, and he was the master.

His aura is so powerful that it directly overflows the whole room, which makes people suffocate. Even song Hengshu, who is used to the big waves, can't bear to wipe his sweat.

"In September of Song Dynasty, you are now a member of the Fu family. If others beat you, you are beating the Fu family's face. Tell me, who hit you on the face?"

Fu Tsai looks at Song September with a smile, but the other party is afraid to look at her, and her face is pale.

Fu Tsai's eyes are dark. He really doesn't understand this woman. She is cowardly and cowardly. Obviously, he supports her now. As long as she gives a finger to her, those who bully her will pay the price.

But she didn't say a word, so she didn't trust him?

"Sister in law." Fu Tsai's voice sank down: "who's fighting on your face?"

His voice has been with ice debris, a pair of eyes like Falcon general, tightly staring at the person in front of him, want to see her head up.

But song September still pursed his lips and said nothing. Brother Bai was still in the hospital. If she said what she thought in her heart, the Song family would definitely send someone to target him.

"Bang!"

The sound of the cup falling on the ground, split, and the atmosphere of the living room was suppressed.

Everyone's face is a little stiff, Fu Tsai is like this, but he doesn't give the Song family a little face, just like a master's posture.

"Elder sister, Fu Shao asked you something."

Song Yan goes to song Jiujiu's side and wants to take the other party's hand. She is afraid that she won't give her face to avoid. So when she reaches the middle of the line, she puts down her face with a smile on her face.

He also said that he had a bad relationship with Fu Shao. This is the second time that she has made a start for her. In this September of Song Dynasty, is it true that she wants to monopolize Fu Shao, just like Jiaojiao said, but can't you see that she has such a loose heart.

"Well, all of us are a family. What does it look like to be so deadlocked? In September, tell Fu Shao quickly that everything just happened is a misunderstanding. You and Jiaojiao are playing with each other."

Oh, for fun

Song Jiujiu tugged at the corners of his mouth and touched his face. After calming down all his emotions, he looked up at Fu Tsai with firm eyes.

"Yes." In September, song opened his mouth and stopped again.

One side of song Jiaojiao's face floats a trace of complacency. Since Song September came to this home, her sense of existence is very low. It seems that everyone can stand tall in front of her. As time goes by, she doesn't pay attention to each other.

As soon as song September's words came out, everyone was relieved. Fortunately, this man had a good sense of appearance. If Fu Shao looked like this, if song September didn't give up, it would not be peaceful tonight.

Fu Tsai was directly angry with the other party. What's his feeling? Maybe he hates iron but doesn't make steel.

The smile on Fu Tsai's face has completely faded down. He pinched song's wrist, which means gnashing his teeth.

"Since it's for fun, you'll return it, song September."

When the Song family heard Fu Tsai's words, their faces were not very good, especially song Jiaojiao.

Song September, she was used to bullying, and now she wants to return it. It's ridiculous.

None of the people on the scene made a sound. Fu Tsai wiped the silver pistol he had just pulled out.

"Mo Yi, where are the people who beat Fu's face in Los Angeles?" Mo a heard the meaning of his boss, eyebrows a pick back.

"Dead, dead."