The male god of quick time travel, don't trick me anymore

Chapter 220 Mr. Interpol's Little Wife (37)

Chapter 220 Mr. Interpol's Little Wife (37)

"Okay, you rest first, let's go first."

After Fang Xu said this, he took a deep look at her, and then he really left, his movements were chic and neat, without any muddling.

"That's right, you should get more rest."

Although Sang Liu has indeed lived a chic life under the protection of his senior brother these years, but his brain is really not enough. There is no way, his life is too comfortable.Coupled with the mixed emotions, my head hurt so much that I wanted to go back as soon as possible.

Looking at this delicate little girl who was only as high as his shoulders, he couldn't help saying: "Be careful at home!"

"I know." Jiaojiao replied softly.

Hearing this voice, Fang Xu paused outwards, and immediately walked forward again.

"Say, how did you meet her?"

When Sangliu reached Zhuang Yi's downstairs, she couldn't help asking.

"I became their school's martial arts coach."

"What? You? Coach!"

He widened his eyes in disbelief, turned around and circled around him, and finally shook his head and said

"No, no, you're a criminal policeman in a special department, are you okay to be someone's coach?"

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"What are you doing looking at me like that, and saying, are you plotting against the little girl!"

Sang Liu also crossed his hips and stared at him.

"Oh, stupid!"

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Looking at the man who opened the car door with a mocking face, he felt his brain hurt even more.

"If you haven't come up yet, do you want to walk back by yourself?"

With that said, the engine started.

Sang Liu knew that his elder nephew would definitely be able to leave him behind.

He climbed into the car very neatly, secretly thinking that he must sue the senior brother in charge when he goes back!
His son really needs to be taken care of!

"Auntie, tell me what's going on. No matter what, I believe you!"

Sang Liu looked at the pale-faced Qu Fuyi, and the anger in his heart surged layer by layer.

If he hadn't reacted earlier, how could he let those two people run away?

"I'm not your aunt."

"aunt!"

He didn't know what to do. He had been asking here for a long time, but the only thing she said was, I am not your aunt.

"Mr. Sang, our square team asked you to come out."

Sang Liu also knew that he couldn't ask anything today, so he gave her one last look: "Auntie, take good care of yourself, I will definitely catch those two bastards! Take care of yourself!"

When the door of the interrogation room was closed, Qu Fuyi, who was still insane before, looked up greedily at the direction he was leaving.

So good, so good
Looking at the lively and heartless old man in the past, now lying on the sofa like a salted fish, Fang Xu still said: "Okay, if you didn't know their true identities for so many years We won’t find out what’s wrong with this matter.”

After all, when they entered, all the evidence was in front of them, and it gave them an unusual visual impact in such a way.

Of course, they can also react, but not so quickly.

It's just that there is no need to tell him this sentence.

"Really? Is that so? Didn't they run away because of me?"

"Ah."

Even such a word is enough to move Sang Liu.

This kid, but he was brought up by shit and piss. Although he was sent down the mountain when he was ten years old and raised by his mother clan, he and himself have a ten-year "father-son relationship" "ah!

(End of this chapter)

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