Avenging the Love of a Fallen Angel

The room door was opened.

"How is it?" Everyone gathered around anxiously.

"Uh..." Huan was taken aback by this sudden question.

"How is she?" Jing Yu grabbed Huan's hand, causing Chen to blow his beard and stare.

"Oh, it's all right!" Huan broke away from Jingyu's hand without a trace.

"Ah, I'm sorry!" Jing Yu also realized that she had gone too far, and quickly let go of her hand.

"Huan—" A lazy voice came from the room.

"what's up?"

"I'm thirsty, I want to drink milk tea~"

"Okay, I got it! I'll bring it to you right away!" Huan smiled, went to the beverage room and took a cup of milk tea into the room.The stunned crowd was left behind.

"This should be Nuan Xia, right? Heh, heh..." Jing Yu was stunned.

"I adore her so much! Mmm, I'm the best one!!!" Xuanxuan admired her invincibly in her heart, and my heart was surging...

"God man..." Chen was also stunned, as expected of a husband and wife ~ ~ the reaction was the same!

"..." Li was speechless, speechless or speechless.

"Why is there a killer on the yacht? This matter must not be that simple, I have to investigate thoroughly!" Che was thinking hard over there.

"I clearly saw a bullet go through her heart, how could it be okay? Her life is too hard! We must get rid of her, this woman... can't be kept!!!" Evie's face was shocked, she couldn't I don't believe Mingxia is still alive.

"Yvril's subordinates are really idiots, just like their master! The master is Sao Fox, and his subordinates are idiots! What a perfect partner!" Song Nianwei looked down on Yiweier even more.

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"Xiao Xia, how are you?" Huan sat on the bedside, stroking Ming Xia's hair.

"It tastes pretty good!" Ming Xia took a sip of milk tea forcefully.

"Uh...I'm not asking you this, I'm asking how your body is..."

"I'm fine! I'm alive and well, I can run, jump, and jump!" Ming Xia even posed her little body.

"..." Huan slid down several black lines and added a big 'water drop'. . . . .