The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

Early the next morning.

nine o'clock.

Mo Yanchen and Su Mucheng both went downstairs to have breakfast.

Jiang Ze also came out of the room for a while, but didn't see Hang Ti.

Squinting his eyes slightly, he stood up quickly and strode towards Hangti's room.

When he opened the door, the quilt inside was bulging. Jiang Ze secretly breathed a sigh of relief that the person was still there.

He thought she had run away again.

Last night, Hang Ti told her to give her one night to think about it and not to disturb her, for fear of making her anxious, so Jiang Ze didn't shamelessly stay in the same room with her.

He walked slowly inward, stood beside the bed, and called her to get up for breakfast with a soft voice.

There was no movement inside.

There was no reaction at all.

Jiang Ze frowned: "Did I lift the quilt?"

Still as quiet as a chicken.

An uneasy premonition suddenly arose. Jiang Ze's face darkened and he lifted the quilt one by one.

Inside was a large, soft pillow with a piece of paper on it.

As he lifted the quilt, the wind blew up. Jiang Ze pinched it, and the handwriting on it was beautiful and unrestrained - one by one.

Brother Shier, there are tons of beauties out there!Let’s enlarge the layout a bit. Sister, I’ll leave first. See you again when we’re destined.

There is also a green kite flying in the sky at the back.

"........."

Jiang Ze had a gloomy face and stared at these words with sinister eyes.

Because of the force, the corners of the paper were wrinkled.

After a moment, he licked his back molars and laughed angrily.

He ran away again!

Are you saying that he is small?

"Hang Ti." He said word by word, gritting his teeth: "I really have you."

First use a method to stabilize him, and then run away overnight carrying the box.

Su Mucheng was drinking milk when she saw Jiang Zehei's face turned solemn.

That face was so gloomy that it was impossible to look at it.

She and Mo Yanchen looked at each other and understood.

Hang Ti must have run away again.

"Brother Chen."

Jiang Ze didn't even eat breakfast and said to Mo Yanchen, "I have to take a long vacation."

"Okay." Mo Yanchen nodded, picked up his phone and went to the group to send a message to Cheng Zixiu one by one.

"Jiang Ze has arranged for someone to take over the matter first."

Cheng Zixiu: "???Is he going to run away?"

Seeing this, Mo Yi silently took out his phone and replied: "He is not the one who ran away."

"..."

After a brief silence, a message from Cheng Zixiu popped up: "@江泽, did you let Hang Ti run away again??"

Jiang Ze: "......"

All his troubles in this life have fallen on Hang Ti.

He could even imagine Cheng Zixiu's mocking expression over there.

Row.

Let him run away, right?

Then he would spend his whole life with her.

***

this afternoon.

Because Hang Ti ran away, no one was seen in the palace.

The new president of country m will be a person from the government.

The King of Hell felt that his brain simply couldn't keep up with Trip'er.

Is the position of president toxic?

Everyone is busy disappearing.

The presidential palace of country m has been completely reshuffled.

In a certain house.

Fan Zhong was sitting on the sofa, sipping wine gently and watching the latest news from country M. His expression was always very calm.

Even though the plan was broken several times, he remained very calm and calm.

"Fan Tian, ​​our opponent is really a difficult person."

Very challenging.

Fan Tian just raised his eyelids lightly, then lowered his head and shook his wine glass.

A pair of dark eyes stared at the scarlet liquid in the wine glass with an unclear expression.

Since the big turmoil a year ago, they have had their wings broken and have to retreat to the back.

After all, the force that was once the number one in country M still had its own way out no matter how embarrassed it was.

What's more, after Mo Yanchen took action, he didn't personally clear them out one by one.

Just then, the door was pushed open.

A slender figure walked in, closed the door, and walked to Fan Zhong respectfully: "Master."

"Head up."

The woman obeyed and did as she was told. She slowly raised her head, revealing her delicate and eye-catching face.

Fan Tian narrowed his eyes.

Fan Zhong smiled: "Fan Tian, ​​look at the ultimate effect of our trump card."

This time, Fan Tian's eyelids moved. He slowly raised his eyes, his voice was very cold, and his aura was somewhat calmer but still strong: "This is the bottom line."

Fan Zhong turned a deaf ear and looked at the face that was almost exactly the same as Su Mucheng's: "It took a year to successfully come out with this trump card. Naturally, the effect will not disappoint me."

"Father."

Fan Tian threw the wine glass on the table and stood up: "I'll leave the words here. Don't touch my bottom line, otherwise."

He raised his lips and smiled, then walked out as soon as he finished.

When he passed the woman, he paused briefly: "Don't show her face in front of me again, I'm afraid I can't help but ruin it for you."

A year ago, because of what Mo Huaiyang did secretly, he clearly understood the pain of having his heart cut out.

There will be no second time.

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