Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

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Liu Yan secretly squeezed the silk pad in his hand, but his face looked blank. "What is your sister talking about?"

Talk, use your arm to gently hit the jade.

When Saitama saw it, he lowered his head and said: "Our lady just arrived in the hall, and Wang Hao must have read it wrong."

Liu Yan nodded slightly and smiled: "Today, my sister is coming, and the outside is waiting for more extras. It must be that my sister is wrong."

The flowers on the stranger are squatting, the flesh is staring at her without a smile, and the red lips are softly vomiting words. "Hey, you said yes."

Liu Yan became more and more embarrassed, simply did not talk to the strangers, and turned to Liu Bohan in front of him, a look of concern.

"Hey, what's wrong with this, how is the face so ugly? Say jade, go for a cup of tea."

Saitama was busy changing a cup of hot tea, and Liu Yan carefully took it. "Father, you should have a cup of tea and take a rest."

Liu Bohan is obviously very useful, and his face has gradually eased a lot.

Mo Shanghua looked at the filial piety of this father-in-law, and suddenly he was ridiculed.

"My father is really kind." Her red lips were scornful and ridiculously mocking.

Liu Bohan’s just relaxed face sank again. “I don’t have your daughter, don’t call my father!”

"Hey." Mo did nodded, and the lips twitched gently, smiling and opening: "Liu Xiang."

Ming Ming shun Liu Bohan's mind, but his heart is unable to tell the grievances, and the tea sip will be filled with a large mouthful of tea.

Mo Shanghua looked at Liu Bohan so annoyed, but she took her helpless look, and her mood became smoother and smoother.

Liu Yan naturally can't see the flowers so smug, if she is not allowed, she has already rushed to tear her face.

However, it can't be like this, and she will never let the stranger spend better.

Thinking about this, she turned to look at Liu Bohan and said: "Father, now my sister is back. After a few days, it is the birthday of my mother. Let my sister go with me to worship."

After a pause, she continued: "Mother is a sacred life, and it is inconsistent with the birthday of the Queen Mother. I can't advertise it. Now let my sister worship, and there will be comfort in the mother's spring."

Liu Bohan heard the words, his face changed instantly, and he stood up and squatted, and the tea pot in his hand was thrown to the ground by him, and it was torn apart.

"Still!"

Liu Yan’s face suddenly became pale.

On the flower, I looked at Liu Bohan, who was a clown in the beam. The lips were deeper and more ridiculous.

Liu Yan’s heart was a surprise to her, but Liu Bohan’s reaction was still disgusting to her.

Before her mother gave birth to her even life, Liu Bohan did not necessarily love her mother, but she was only like a guest. She is now just like his face that is too heavy.

The previous killer was repeatedly sent to kill, because it was because of her existence, Liu Bohan was ashamed.

It’s really funny to watch his current state of affairs.

Liu Bohan is on the air and has not noticed the appearance of a stranger. Otherwise, it will only be more violent.

Now, he is in a hurry and flushed, his forehead is exposed, his hand is shaking and pointing at Liu Yan, and he is angry: "I have forgotten how your mother died. Now I have made such a request. This is for you to see. There is still no rest under the mother's nine springs!"

Liu Yan was busy with a skirt and squatted down, tears falling in the middle of the tears, a pair of pears with a rainy look.