The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

Memphis was having tea with maorui, and the door was pushed open from the outside, "Mao... Mao Shao, it's not good."

"What's wrong?" Maorui put down his tea cup and frowned at the man. It was his man.

"Ge Da, they are here." The subordinate lowered his head and said.

Ge Da?

Did you get things done so quickly?

"Let them in." Maorui said with a smile and looked at Memphis again, "the person who avenged you has returned."

"He... They are downstairs... By..." the people under him stuttered.

Ge Da is also a bully in their antique street. Whose shop doesn't give them a little face, but such a strong man unexpectedly crawled all the way.

There is no face here.

"By what? I can't speak neatly." Maorui stood up angrily, "I'll go and have a look."

Why is the noise outside so loud!

Is someone making trouble?

As a result, the door opened again before the man stepped out two steps, and someone kicked it open from the outside.

"Who's special..." before Mao Rui finished speaking, he saw something flying over, smashing it very accurately, directly blocking his just opened mouth.

Fuck!

"Who? Who threw the rag?" Maorui spat for several times.

When he looked up again, he saw that the three people he was looking for crawled in from the outside. Yes, he had no flowers in his eyes, but crawled in.

This

Then I saw Yang Yunhai leading Gu Lingling leisurely into the house.

"Yang Da..." Memphis was just about to shout, when he was frightened by Yang Yunhai's cold eyes, "Hai... Brother Hai?"

She cleverly changed her mouth.

After a second, I was annoyed by my appearance.

Why can Gu Lingling call him brother Yang, and she wants to call him brother Hai like people outside?

"I don't know you well." Yang Yunhai stated faintly.

Well, even brother Hai can't cry.

Prick your heart!

Memphis looked at Yang Yunhai injured, but the man at the door no longer had eyes to give to her.

She was never in his eyes.

"Are you maorui?" Yang Yunhai said faintly, "is this shop yours?"

"You... What are you doing?" Maorui suddenly had a bad feeling that he seemed to ignore something.

The man's aura in front of him was too strong, and he was not like the wife slave who knew how to revolve around women just now.

"What are you doing?" Yang Yunhai looked at him coldly, "just make sure."

Confirm?

Confirm what?

Yang Yunhai didn't say, but he always had a bad feeling.

And his premonition is always accurate.

"Tired?" Yang Yunhai asked the girl beside him after saying this. His expression was gentle enough to drown, and he was quite different from the cold and murderous man just now.

"A little." Gu Lingling nodded.

"Well, let's go home." Then he took the girl's hand and didn't stop.

From beginning to end, I didn't talk to Memphis anymore.

"You... What did you do?"

"He... Who is he?"

After Yang Yunhai left, Memphis and maorui asked each other almost at the same time.

There are many people watching the play downstairs, including Lao Liu.

Just now he thought this man was extraordinary. Now it seems that he underestimated him.

It's really gratifying to be able to subdue these three bullies.

"Lao Liu?" Yang Yunhai stopped when he passed by.

"Yes." Lao Liu replied respectfully.

The attitude is different from that in jubaozhai just now.

"OK, I remember you." Yang Yunhai nodded.

Remember?

Remember him what?

Lao Liu is a little flustered. He doesn't want to be remembered by this young man.