While they were signing, they grinned angrily: "Tyrant!!!!!!!! Our hard-earned money, you are so cruel to win our hard-earned money!!!!!!!!! Too cruel!!!!!!"
!!!!"
"I swallowed so much money at once, and I'm not afraid that I'll kill you?!"
"Believe it or not, I stole all the money you spent to buy stocks and turned it into black money in a matter of minutes. Not only will you be sued, but you will also be in disgrace for thousands of years?!"
"I'm going to rub it——"
"..."
"..."
…
Nan Juefeng and Wei Yutian chatted endlessly, cursing each other and admiring Fan.
Anyway, it’s this: no matter how much I scold, I don’t feel relieved.
The two of them cursed for an unknown amount of time, until they were all dry with curses, but Yang Mufan still sat on the sofa to rest happily.
Nan Juefeng and Wei Yutian knew clearly: Their curses were nothing in the eyes of Yang Mufan. They were of no importance to him and would not cause any mistakes.
Nan Jue Feng was really angry. An idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly thought of something. So he said loudly and unceremoniously: "Second brother, I wish you the best. The young prince will call you your uncle for life."
Isn't this cruel enough, vicious enough, and irritating to Yang Mufan?!
Sure enough, as soon as he said this, Yang Mufan was stunned for three seconds, and his hair immediately exploded. He dug into Nan Juefeng with red eyes, and then with teeth chattering, he squeezed out a sentence from his throat with difficulty: "Nan Juefeng,
I always feel that you don’t even want to keep the money to buy the coffin."
"..." When Nan Juefeng heard this, he suddenly became depressed and had black lines all over his head.
He looked at the angry man speechlessly.
Seeing the strong murderous look in his eyes, she knew clearly in her heart: If she joked again, Yang Mufan would really make him lose money to buy a coffin.
So, Nan Juefeng hesitated for a moment, then walked over with a smile on his face, sat down on the sofa nearby, and whispered: "Second brother, eldest brother is joking with you, don't take it so seriously, okay?! Don't abuse with such terrifying eyes.
I, can you?! Don’t worry, the little prince is your son. Sooner or later he will change his name to your dad. If he doesn’t, my elder brother will definitely help you find a way to make him do it..."
While saying good things and smoothing the blown hair of Yang Mufan, he poured a glass of Lafite and handed it over.
"Actually, second brother, asking Prince An An to change his name to your dad is not a difficult matter. It is very, very simple. As long as..." Nan Jue Feng said while raising his eyes to look at Yang Mufan. It doesn't matter if he doesn't.
As soon as I took a look, I was immediately shocked: on the collar of the back of Yang Mufan's snow-white shirt, there was a faintly visible pink lip print?!
At this time, Yang Mufan turned his head slightly and looked in his direction, seeing clearly.
However, if Yan Mufan sits upright and looks straight ahead, the lip prints on his clothes will be blocked by his neck and cannot be seen at all.
When Nan Juefeng saw such a hidden lip mark, he couldn't calm down. After a while of exclamation, he directly asked: "Second brother, tell me honestly, whose is the woman's lip mark on your collar?!"
If the lip mark is on an outwardly turned collar, or at the neckline, it can be seen as some women leaving it deliberately with ulterior motives. But this lip mark, inside the collar, and in the middle, clearly means: when they get along, the relationship is extremely close, so they
