"What should we do?!" Mrs. De's face suddenly turned pale.
The technician said: "Let me repair the program first and see if it can be repaired."
Nan Juefeng signaled the technician to repair it, but he stood aside, worried, watching Yang Mufan in the water, trying various methods over and over again to break free from the handcuffs and shackles.
From time to time, he would glance at the system notification light on the wall.
Safe time, green light.
When the time is almost up but the task has not been completed, it is a yellow light.
If it times out, a red light will light up as a warning.
His fists hanging on both sides of his body were pulled very tightly.
In fact, right now, he really wanted to scold Yang Mufan, or make a violent outburst.
However, he knew that now was not the time to distract Yang Mufan.
What if the program cannot be repaired and he cannot escape himself...
Facts have proved that the program cannot be repaired.
And admire Fan, admire Fan very much.
When he passed the checkpoint and climbed out of the glass box safely, Nan Juefeng rushed over based on conditioned reflex and punched him hard on the side of the face.
In the water, Yang Mufan, who had spent so much energy and energy, no longer had the strength to resist.
He was punched alive, and his whole body hit the glass box. He was gasping for air, and his whole body was filled with the exhaustion of escaping from death.
Nan Juefeng's eyes turned red with anger, and he yelled: "Yang Mufan, what the fuck, do you have a brain problem or a psychological problem?! If you want to die, just get a gun and collapse yourself, why bother?"
With so many people, worrying about you?! It’s really uncomfortable to look at me if you want to die..."
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In the large study room, Yang Mufan had taken a shower and was wearing a black bathrobe. When he opened the door and entered, Nan Juefeng was still sitting on the sofa, his anger not dissipated.
Yang Mufan glanced at Nan Juefeng with his cold eyes, walked to the wine cabinet, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, Lafite, or brandy?!"
Nan Juefeng snorted coldly and said nothing.
Yang Mufan took the brandy and two wine glasses, walked to the sofa and sat down, then unscrewed the bottle cap and poured two glasses skillfully.
Nan Juefeng glanced coldly at the drink brought to him, showing no intention of taking it.
Yang Mufan groaned: "This bottle of wine is produced in the only royal castle in France. There are only a few bottles left in the world. Don't want to drink it?! Are you sure?! Forget it, I'll drink it myself."
Saying that, admire Fan's gesture and take it back.
However--
"Ula", Nan Juefeng snatched the wine glass at lightning speed and took a sip.
Yang Mufan sat aside and looked at Nan Juefeng indifferently, with a hint of smile in his eyes.
After drinking a glass of brandy, the unique aroma and spiciness rushed through his mouth and stomach. Nan Juefeng frowned: "You brat, this wine is really good. How many bottles do you have left?!"
"There are only a few bottles in the world, how many do you think I can have?!" Yang Mufan said elegantly.
"Give me two bottles. This wine is good and suits my taste." Nan Juefeng poured a glass and tasted it slowly. The more he tasted, the more he liked it.
Yang Mufan said: "No more, this is the last bottle."
Nan Juefeng: "Who are you lying to?! If there was only one bottle, would you put it in the study and treat me to a drink?! Don't fool me and challenge my IQ."
A smile appeared at the corner of Yang Mufan's mouth, and he said, "When you leave, go to my wine store and get it yourself." "What should I do?" Sister-in-law De's face suddenly turned pale.
The technician said: "Let me repair the program first and see if it can be repaired."
Nan Juefeng signaled the technician to repair it, but he stood aside, worried, watching Yang Mufan in the water, trying various methods over and over again to break free from the handcuffs and shackles.
From time to time, he would glance at the system notification light on the wall.
Safe time, green light.
When the time is almost up but the task has not been completed, it is a yellow light.
If it times out, a red light will light up as a warning.
His fists hanging on both sides of his body were pulled very tightly.
In fact, right now, he really wanted to scold Yang Mufan, or make a violent outburst.
However, he knew that now was not the time to distract Yang Mufan.
What if the program cannot be repaired and he cannot escape himself...
Facts have proved that the program cannot be repaired.
And admire Fan, admire Fan very much.
When he passed the checkpoint and climbed out of the glass box safely, Nan Juefeng rushed over based on conditioned reflex and punched him hard on the side of the face.
In the water, Yang Mufan, who had spent so much energy and energy, no longer had the strength to resist.
He was punched alive, and his whole body hit the glass box. He was gasping for air, and his whole body was filled with the exhaustion of escaping from death.
Nan Juefeng's eyes turned red with anger, and he yelled: "Yang Mufan, what the fuck, do you have a brain problem or a psychological problem?! If you want to die, just get a gun and collapse yourself, why bother?"
With so many people, worrying about you?! It’s really uncomfortable to look at me if you want to die..."
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In the large study room, Yang Mufan had taken a shower and was wearing a black bathrobe. When he opened the door and entered, Nan Juefeng was still sitting on the sofa, his anger not dissipated.
Yang Mufan glanced at Nan Juefeng with his cold eyes, walked to the wine cabinet, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, Lafite, or brandy?!"
Nan Juefeng snorted coldly and said nothing.
Yang Mufan took the brandy and two wine glasses, walked to the sofa and sat down, then unscrewed the bottle cap and poured two glasses skillfully.
Nan Juefeng glanced coldly at the drink brought to him, showing no intention of taking it.
Yang Mufan groaned: "This bottle of wine is produced in the only royal castle in France. There are only a few bottles left in the world. Don't want to drink it?! Are you sure?! Forget it, I'll drink it myself."
Saying that, admire Fan's gesture and take it back.
However--
"Ula", Nan Juefeng snatched the wine glass at lightning speed and took a sip.
Yang Mufan sat aside and looked at Nan Juefeng indifferently, with a hint of smile in his eyes.
After drinking a glass of brandy, the unique aroma and spiciness rushed through his mouth and stomach. Nan Juefeng frowned: "You brat, this wine is really good. How many bottles do you have left?!"
"There are only a few bottles in the world, how many do you think I can have?!" Yang Mufan said elegantly.
"Give me two bottles. This wine is good and suits my taste." Nan Juefeng poured a glass and tasted it slowly. The more he tasted, the more he liked it.
Yang Mufan said: "No more, this is the last bottle."
Nan Juefeng: "Who are you lying to?! If there was only one bottle, would you put it in the study and treat me to a drink?! Don't fool me and challenge my IQ."
There was a smile on Yang Mufan's lips, and he said, "When you leave, go to my wine store and get it yourself."
