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Chapter 25 The villain Lord Hou wants to steal his wife (5)

"I'm sorry!"

Although Fang Huan's voice was pleasant and tight, Jiang Ci still heard the threat in it, so he immediately turned his head away, not daring to be rude to Fang Xiaohou.

Young Master Fang took the opportunity to take a closer look, holding his little son with red lips and white teeth, he was really good-looking, not only yelled at each other, but also helped him escape from danger.

But the problem is, Fang Huan doesn't know this person.

Fang Huan hooked the opponent's neck, suddenly raised his head vigorously, and slammed close to Jiang Ci's cheek, and at the same time, the dagger hidden in his sleeve was gradually approaching.

But seeing that he was the only figure in those clear and transparent eyes, Fang Huan changed his mind.

He has full confidence in his appearance, and Jiang Ci's reaction at this time just satisfies his vanity. Under such circumstances, Fang Huan happily decided to let the other party go.

So Young Master Fang gave a bewitching smile, the exposed white skin intertwined with the extremely black hair, the two pure colors of black and white complemented each other, unexpectedly becoming a kind of ultimate temptation.

This man knew where his strengths were, and he was also able to make full use of his strengths. With his already outstanding appearance coupled with such a charming smile, the original owner's heart beat like a drum.

Jiang Ci was about to leave after finishing speaking, but the young master naturally would not let her go, turned over quickly, and grabbed her belt quickly with eyesight and hands.

Fang Huan was neither missing an arm nor a leg, and his mind was very clear. It seemed that he had no problem walking back to Yongchang Hou Mansion.

"Little son, how long do you want to hug?"

Jiang Ci silently turned around, pretending he didn't see it.

"Master Hou?"

Fang Huan's fingertips lightly touched the other's cool cheeks, and slid along her temples to her thin chin. The place where the skin touched caused her to shudder.

Really sensitive.

"Master Hou, I still have a task ahead of me, so I won't send it far away."

"Ok?"

How can there be a secret guard who is angry at the master, Jiang Ci said, she bears it.

As Fang Huan thought about it, he became even more provocative, but before he could make any more ambiguous movements, the young master had already thrown him away, and stepped back to distance himself.

"you……"

"Young Master saved Ben Hou's life today, but Ben Hou has not repaid me yet. I don't know what Young Master wants. There is nothing in Man Lin'an that this Marquis can't get..."

Jiang Ci stared at the hands that were pulling his belt, trying to convey the message of "let go" with his eyes, but Fang Huan was not born to like others.

The tone of Young Master Fang talking to her was a bit strange. At first Jiang Ci thought he was just joking with herself, but now she realized that Young Master Fang didn't even know herself!

Fell face down to the ground, this posture is commonly known as - dog eat shit.

The man obviously didn't expect her to do this, so he was unprepared and fell to the ground in a very embarrassing posture.

"Anything else?"

"Ouch!"

Feeling the loosening of her waist, Jiang Ci subconsciously grabbed her pants, and when she was about to get angry, she turned her head and saw the handsome face of the young master, and her anger was forced to extinguish.

Could it be because the original owner wore too many masks?

Jiang Ci's conjecture was correct. The dark guards were raised from a young age, and the masks were brought up from a young age. Even in front of the master, they would not take them off easily. The identity could only be confirmed by the number of the special position.

Master Fang Xiaohou was very interested in the young man in front of him, so he didn't mind the other party's interruption. He was really good-natured.

It's just that I didn't expect that the little boy frowned after hearing this, and knelt down with a plop.

(End of this chapter)