"Adult, I'm just ... I just want to say, there are about five minutes, you can turn off the fire." Lily took a short step away.
"I know!" Count waved impatiently.
When the lily went out, there was only only count in the kitchen. He stood in front of the fire and looked at the white mist quietly, and the cold light flashed in his squint eyes.
Now, the closest to him is Fujiwara. She is the only blood relative in the Feng family. Xia Yu Orange knows his identity. He is afraid that he will happen to two of them.
Because, from beginning to end, he still feels that he cannot believe in Xia Yu Orange.
If one day, Xia Yu Orange quietly told Fujiwara's fake things, and the consequences will be unimaginable. He will now want to eradicate everyone who may endanger his status.
Can't be soft.
So, Fujiwara not live!
A few minutes later, Count turned off the fire and unveiled the steamer lid.
Inside is a white ceramic cup with a lid. After waiting for a while, he opened the lid of the ceramic cup and quickly put the death in the small medicine bottle in.
Later, he re -covered the ceramic cup, threw the small pill bottle into the lower water tank, opened the faucet and washed down.
Nympho
The champagne -colored Rolls -Royis stopped on the lane of the Hushan Villa.
I got out of the car first, then walked to the other side of the car, opened the door, and helped Fujihara.
"Mrs., please slow down!" Said love respectfully.
"Um!"
After Fujiwara got out of the car, he did not immediately enter the house. Instead, he stayed in front of the car for a few seconds. After walking a few steps forward, he stood.
"What's wrong? Old lady?" I asked puzzled.
Fujiwara did not speak, but just looked at the brightly lit building, as if thinking about what.
At this time, Count came out of the house, and he walked over with a smile on his face.
"Grandma, why are you back? In fact, you can play more for a while and chat with those old people in GS!" He stepped forward to support Fujiwara's arm, concerned, "Here is strong, grandma still goes in
Bar!"
"Well, why did you go home suddenly? I can't see you at the annual meeting. Everyone is asking, and those who dare not ask are secretly speculating. Naturally, I am not good at saying anything, this is not good!" Fujiwara Aki
explain.
Count quickly explained: "Headache! It may be too much recently, a little headache!"
"Oh? Then are you okay?"
"Nothing, go home and rest for a while, a lot of it. Grandma, I heard that you have a bit uncomfortable throat these days, the rock sugar bird's nest has been stewed, you eat a little!"
During the talk, they had gone to the living room. Fujiwara sat down on the sofa and saw a white ceramic cup and a small porcelain bowl on the coffee table.
Count sat down beside Fujiwara, and scooped out a bowl of rock sugar and bird's nest in the ceramic cup with a spoon and brought it into his hand.
"Grandma, drink it while it is hot!" After all, he had done such a thing for the first time, so at this time, a layer of sweat had been secreted on the forehead.
"Don't you say a headache? You drink first ..." Fujiwara looked at Ai Ai, "Go, go to the kitchen and get a bowl."