542. Chapter 542 There is a kind of mourning cry: admire Fan 61
The simple words "Yang Mufan" made Nan Juefeng and the others feel even more horrified.
Nan Juefeng refused to give up until he achieved his goal. He twisted his face, strangled Yang Mufan's neck vigorously, and then dragged him outside. At the same time, he did not forget to say to Wen Xiaorou: "Miss Wen, please sit down first. Don't wait."
If you are cautious, just treat this place as your home. Third brother, please greet Miss Wen properly and don’t neglect her."
As soon as he dragged Yang Mufan out of the room, Nan Juefeng pressed him against the wall and said through gritted teeth: "You brat, what on earth are you doing?! Who is that woman?! What's her origin?! And
Yes, before I finished my work in the United States, I rushed back to Europe secretly, just to see her, right?!"
Yang Mufan did not answer Nan Juefeng's intention. He raised his heroic sword eyebrows and said leisurely: "Brother, you'd better let me go first. This posture... well, it's a bit ambiguous! Before I get upset.
, wise man, take your pig trotters back, otherwise, I will most likely be unable to control myself: I will cut the body into pieces or something."
"..." Upon hearing this, Nan Jue Feng's face turned green.
"What time has it been now, and you still have the heart to joke?!" Nan Juefeng said this a little angrily, "Do you know that our situation is very dangerous now? You just bring an unidentified person with you?"
Aren't you afraid of something happening when a woman comes back? Your courage is indeed getting fatter and fatter."
Yang Mufan vigorously pushed Nan Juefeng away, then put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked lazily to the study room upstairs with his long legs, and said quietly: "Brother, don't be so nervous. I admire Fan, and I will follow suit."
Just bring a dangerous person with you?! I was fooled once, and I won’t be fooled a second time, understand?! In a word: Wen Xiaorou is absolutely fine. Also, don’t check her background secretly, even more
Don’t touch her, you know?!”
After hearing these words, Nan Juefeng was extremely speechless and at the same time extremely angry.
He felt that he understood Yang Mufan less and less, could not guess his thoughts more and more, and could not understand more and more what he was playing at...
Yang Mufan and Nan Juefeng came down from the study room upstairs and wanted Mrs. De to prepare dinner. As a result, as soon as they walked into the hall, they saw Wei Yutian and the others sitting in the hall drinking and playing cards, while Wen Xiaorou was treated like a servant by them.
He was responsible for making calls, serving tea and water, and...making dinner.
Wen Xiaorou prepared two plates of pasta and brought them to Wei Yutian and others. She was choked by the strong and pungent smoke in the hall and coughed repeatedly. She put down the plate, covered her nose, and whispered: "Can you please stop smoking?!"
But Tianhu said sarcastically: "Why can't you smoke?! What's the point of playing cards without smoking or drinking?! Well, what, the floor is a little dirty, please help clean it."
"...Oh!" Wen Xiaorou hesitated for a moment, nodded obediently, took the rag, and knelt on the floor to wipe the cigarette ashes.
Seeing this scene, Yang Mufan felt an uncontrollable anger rising to the top of his head crazily.
He was so stimulated that he twisted his face and roared angrily: "Wei Yutian, what are you doing?! Who told you to smoke, who told you to order Wen Xiaorou?! Don't you know she's pregnant?!
