Chapter 65: Hundreds of Louis XIII

Chapter 65 Hundred Branches of Louis XIII
The affectionate gesture made Fu Jiang's brain bewildered. Could it be that he kicked the steel plate?
But I haven't heard that the young master is in love.
I have never heard that the young master has the habit of raising small stars, and the young master's private life is as clean as white paper, and I have never heard of him raising a small lover in Xiaotangshan.
Wen Qiao pointed to Fu Jiang: "He took my hand and asked me to drink with him and kiss me."
Fu Jiang saw his cousin's face turned terribly gloomy, and his legs immediately trembled so much that he couldn't stand.
"Young...Young Master, I..." He was so scared that he changed his name and didn't dare to call brother anymore.
Fu Nanli slowly wiped Wen Qiao's face, wiped the dark red wine from her neck, and then threw the handkerchief in her hand without turning her head back, her voice was tingling scalp yummy bird. Let me see you appear here again..."
"Master, I was wrong. I have no eyes. I will never come to Xiaotangshan again. I was wrong. I shouldn't have moved your people. I'm sorry."
The standard ninety-degree bow was almost kneeling.
"I'll see her again..." Fu Nanli's voice was cold.
"I must go around, master, I don't know Taishan, I was wrong."
Fu Cheng took advantage of the situation and said: "These two wine cabinets, nearly a hundred pieces of Louis XIII, are all broken, Fu Jiang, what do you plan to do?"
Fu Jiang has long been displeased, and Fu Cheng has to get into trouble no matter what.
"Master, I will pay, I will pay it all."
Fu Nanli looked down at Wen Qiao: "Just hit her account."
"Yes, yes, master, I will send someone to fight immediately."
In Zhao Tong's eyes, Fu Jiang's panic was a little strange.
"It doesn't make sense, Fu Jiang has always been rampant, and he doesn't put those people in his eyes, shouldn't he..."
Xu Lu raised her throat with her heart, and denied it, "It can't be Fu Nanli."
Even if Wen Qiao had great abilities, she would not be able to climb Fu Nanli.
Fu Nanli embraced Wen Qiao's shoulders, surrounded by everyone, and left the chaotic nightclub.
Several celebrities who passed by Zhao Tong and Xu Lu whispered: "Fu Jiang is a paper tiger. In front of Fu Nanli, he dare not even let go."
"Really relieved."
Xu Lu's face instantly turned horribly white, her hands tightly grasped the edge of the table, her knuckles were white, and her heartbeat was rapid.
No wonder Wen Qiao looks down on Zhuang Yan.
It turned out to have climbed a higher branch.
What method did Wen Qiao use to catch Fu Nanli? It turned out that the most mysterious young master of the rich and powerful could stand for her.
She couldn't understand.
"Fu Nanli must have played with her." Zhao Tong was indignant.
Xu Lu was relieved when she heard this.
What is she worried about?
Wen Qiao has two younger brothers who drag oil bottles. The dealers don't like the genetic psychosis that comes with her genes, and the Fu family doesn't like them.
Fu Nanli is just looking at her young, beautiful and pure, just playing with her. A young master like Fu Nanli must marry a well-known lady.
But she was the only one who could feel the turmoil in her heart.
Even if it was just for fun, it was enough to make Haicheng's ladies and daughters envy and jealous.
In the corridor, Fu Nanli took off his suit and put it on Wen Qiao, "Let you go to the Jiu-Jitsu Hall to find me, why are you here?"
Wen Qiao looked at him carefully: "I'm lost."
"Jiu-Jitsukan and here are the opposite directions."
Wen Qiao looked innocent: "Yes, so I'm lost."
The relationship between those brothers and him seemed to be pretty good. There was no definite evidence, and she didn't want to speak ill of others behind her back. It sounded too much like the trouble of separating the brotherhood of others.
(End of this chapter)