Chapter 1620: Suspected (3)
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The Evil Prince and his Precious Wife: The Sly Lady
- 花间雪
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- 2021-02-03 09:56:55
Chapter 1620 Suspicion (3)
It’s a smart move to offend their little sons and move away from refuge. Unfortunately, they are not lucky. When they moved, they were hitting the two Wufu family members who were going to monitor them. The address of the new home was exposed, and the days of peace. Naturally there is no more...
Jia Ding sympathetically glanced at the cold, Chen Yuyu, these two poor guys, looking for a new house is pretty...
Another Ding Yi glanced at the house and said: "The nonsense, the newly found house, can you not be beautiful? Not so beautiful, how is the Golden House hidden..."
"This is also a beautiful outside room, it should be equipped with a beautiful house. It is pleasing to the eye, and the mood is pleasant... The saying that the son of the little lady should be the master of the little lady..."
"The human model is beautiful, the clothes are gorgeous, the jewelry is expensive... It is a rich son who can afford the outside room. He is the master of the little lady."
"I don't think that the master of the little lady is actually a little white face... Don't say, this little white face looks pretty good..."
"Crap, if he doesn't look good, how can the Golden House be so..."
"There is not much to do with the gold house and the good looks. There are a lot of people who are not very good, but those who have money are also golden houses."
"It looks good, it can make a woman die..."
"That is, this little lady is because she has a look at his face, and she does not agree with the young masters..."
"absolute……"
The two men, as Wu Yingyong's followers, were well-informed and specially trained by the Wufu housekeeper. They remembered the young son who could not be offended in the capital, and so on. The cold face in front of him was beautiful and powerful. Uncommon, but they don’t know, they haven’t seen it, they look at the whole capital, and no one has been away from Beijing for many years. So, the son in front of him is not a son of a famous nobleman in Beijing. They don’t have to worry about it. He can enjoy his comments on him.
The words of the two men are more and more outrageous. The more they say the more difficult they are, the more they can't listen to it. The sharp eyes are like arrows, and the two men shot in the past: "Are you enough?"
The two men stopped ridiculing and squatted coldly: "What? Want to teach us? Not that we said, you are not qualified yet..."
"Yes." Seven prime ministers in front of the prime minister's door. They are the descendants of the Wu Guogong government. They also have certain identities. It is not a cat or a dog that can teach...
The two men had no mercy and ridicule, and they heard the cold and gloomy face, and the hands under the sleeves clenched.
The two men did not see it. They didn't care if they saw it. They said, "Okay, OK, nonsense, we are coming here. In addition to monitoring you, there is something to discuss with this son... ..."
"What?" Cold and hard work, suffocating the anger in the chest, asking coldly.
"My son asked us to ask, how much silver do you want to sell to the little lady!" the two men said leisurely.
The cold face is almost black and the ink is dripping out. The sharp eyes are once again like a sharp arrow. They are directed at the two Wufu family members: "Do you think that I am short of money?"
Two men: "...not lacking..." The clothes are gorgeous, the ornaments are expensive, and they can afford one house after another. There is absolutely no shortage of silver.
"Since it is not lacking, why should I give up the woman I like for the sake of money?" Cold and cold looked at the two men.
Two men: "... are you a proposal to reject my son?"
Cold sighed from the nostrils.
"If this is the case, then we will blame us for being rude." The two men said sullenly, waved their hands, and several Wufu family members appeared behind the tree, holding a basin of sewage in their hands and splashing at the gate of the new house. In the past...
(End of this chapter)