Flash Marriage Royal Sister CEO, my sister dotes on me to the heavens

When Pei Ziqi heard this, he rolled his eyes in anger.

It’s true that a dog’s mouth cannot spit out ivory, and the three sentences are inseparable 91.

The woman punched Fang Mo hard on the shoulder.

"Why do you speak so badly?"

"I am not such a casual woman, I am still a virgin."

"I just use this identity to get in touch with the upper class faster. I'm just a sideshow and not selling movies."

"Love in our time was very conservative."

"Do you also believe the nonsense that Zheng Gongwei said?"

Fang Mo grinned, showing his white teeth, and smiled politely.

fuck you!

Pei Ziqi, everyone is a thousand-year-old fox. Why are you pretending to be a little white rabbit with your buddies here?

Do you think I'm a fool?

Li Haowen has become such a dick. Although Li Wenhan and I don’t have much contact, what should I say?

A mother cannot give birth to two kinds of sons.

Fang Mo absolutely didn't believe that Li Wenhan and Pei Ziqi had never touched this girl in all the years they had been together.

However, Fang Mo still had some bad taste and sneered;

"Since Miss Pei has said so, I have to confess. In fact, I am the same, I am also a virgin."

As soon as these words came out, the air suddenly solidified.

Pei Ziqi's beautiful eyes widened;

"Are you kidding me? You and Mr. Ning are about to have a child! Whose child is Ning Yuelan's? Damn it, you haven't been a cuckold before, have you?"

Fang Mo raised his middle finger.

Uncle's!

Why am I teasing you and playing with my wife’s innocence?

"Speak as you say, don't talk about my family. Fang Mo is a virgin this month, but I can't guarantee it last month. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Besides, didn't you joke on me first?"

Probably in Fang Mo's heart, he believed that Pei Ziqi, the number one in the domestic area, was perfect.

It's as impossible as tricking passers-by into believing that Fang Mo is Qin Shihuang.

Pei Ziqi sneered, but did not continue to dwell on this topic.

Fang Mo weighed the pros and cons with his chin held high;

"But I'm a novice, how can you be sure that I can pass five levels and kill six generals?"

"Besides, there are so many young talents in the Sichuan Qing tribe. Maybe even the biggest opponents are not Wanyan Chengyu. It will be funny if another Cheng Yaojin pops up."

Hearing this, Pei Ziqi narrowed his eyes.

"Just tell me whether you want to go or not? If not, I'll take it off myself."

"Take off what?"

Fang Mo was startled, and then he noticed that Pei Ziqi's hand had been placed on her own shoulder.

The corner of his mouth suddenly twitched crazily. Sister, could you please stop threatening me with this?

Damn it, if I don't give you some clues, do you really think I'm scared?

Snapped!

Fang Mo slapped the table and stood up suddenly.

"Do you really fucking think I'm afraid of you? You don't care about reputation, and I don't care about reputation either."

"Do you really think I'm afraid that those Sichuan Qing compatriots will get angry and beat me to death with sticks?"

"Come on, what I hate most in my life is when others threaten me, especially when they throw dirty water on my head with these unfounded things, do you understand?"

Pei Ziqi glanced at Fang Mo meaningfully, grinned her red lips, then decisively pulled off her shoulder straps to expose her snow-white shoulders, turned around and shouted towards the door.

"Pang Yan, Pang Yan, help me, Fang Mo raped me, help me, is there anyone?"

"Come on, come on..."

hiss!

Why don't you, bitch, get enough oil and salt?

Fang Mo's eyelids jumped, and he was so frightened that he quickly stepped forward and covered Pei Ziqi's red lips;

"Shut up! Do you really want to kill me?"

Judging from how much Pang Yan and others like Pei Ziqi, if this bitch is really determined to throw dirt on her.

Even if Fang Mo jumped into the Yellow River, he wouldn't be able to escape.

When the time comes, the yellow mud falls down on the crotch, it is either shit or shit.

The next moment, Fang Mo noticed a hint of embarrassment when he met Pei Ziqi's playful gaze.

He cleared his throat and spoke slowly.

"Don't worry, I haven't finished speaking yet."

"I hate people threatening me the most in my life, but that doesn't mean I'm not willing to help you. Why are we friends?"

"After all, we are friends of life and death on a ship who share weal and woe. Your affairs are my affairs. If I don't help you, who else can help you on this island?"

He coughed righteously.

Pei Ziqi covered her red lips and smiled like a beauty. This kid is quite interesting.

Jingle Bell--

At this moment, Fang Mo suddenly felt a vibration coming from the PHS in his arms.

He was slightly stunned at first, and then a flash of ecstasy suddenly flashed across his face.

Could it be that Sister Yuelan asked King Yun for help to locate the coordinates of this island and planned to sail over to rescue her?

Fang Mo excitedly made a 'hiss' gesture towards Pei Ziqi.

He took out his cell phone and glanced at it, and sure enough it was Ning Yuelan's number.

"Miss Pei, actually you have overlooked a key factor. Before the competition begins, my wife and others will come to pick me up."

"The two of us can escape and leave this little broken island, and then you won't have to worry about anything like martial arts competitions to find a bride."

Hearing this, Pei Ziqi raised her eyebrows lightly.

"Hmm, then I'll look forward to this good news."

The next moment, Fang Mo answered the phone carelessly.

"Hello, wife?"

After receiving Ning Yuelan's call, Fang Mo's eyebrows became gentle unconsciously.

Ning Yuelan's side seemed a little silent. Fang Mo thought it was because the signal was not good and said "Hey, hey, hey" several times.

"Fang Mo, yes, there is bad news."

Ning Yuelan was silent for a long time before suddenly speaking quietly.

Garden--

Hearing this, Fang Mo's heart tightened uncontrollably.

bad news?

What's the bad news?

"Sister-in-law, is she being naughty again? Or was Yan Ruan Ruan hit by a car and killed?"

His psychological quality has always been good, recalling the current situation between himself and Pei Ziqi.

It seems that there is no bad news that can be bad. Miss Pei will soon be forced to compete in a competition to choose a husband to marry on this island!

What is there to say?

Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same. Our happiness is often based on other people's pain.

When she thought about it, if she failed to win the title of leader in the martial arts competition, Miss Pei would have to leave the Sichuan Qing tribe's stronghold as two people instead of one person.

Fang Mo felt a lot more relaxed. At least he didn't have to be a woman to carry a child.

There is no harm without comparison.

Being a man is happiness...

"Fang Mo, can you hope we order something good?"

Obviously, Ning Yuelan seemed to be speaking with a foreign voice.

Yan Ruan Ruan's angry voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone;

"Thanks to us, we urgently contacted King Yun for help. The three of us worked all night without sleeping. Is this how you repay us?"

"Cough cough."

Fang Mo coughed dryly;

"Isn't this to liven up the atmosphere? So, do you have any bad news to convey to me?"

"I don't think anything can be considered bad news for me except for the three of you being hurt."

"What I care about and care about the most is whether our sister Yuelan eats well and sleeps peacefully. Other than that, nothing else matters."

As soon as these words came out, Ning Yuelan's pretty face turned red on the other end of the phone.

This guy's slutty talk is getting smoother and smoother.

Nonsense, he didn't even look at who was next to him.

After just a few moves with Pei Ziqi's coquettish...ahem, Fang Mo himself started to become comfortable with speaking coquettishly.

So the old saying is true. The saying goes that those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black.

Three years of good study and three days of bad study.

The next moment, Ning Yuelan sighed and said in a lonely tone;

"Don't worry, King Yun has applied for Guoan's satellite positioning equipment for you, but unfortunately, we have not been able to locate your specific location."

"What?"

Fang Mo was suddenly shocked.

The first thought that comes to mind is that there are bad people among the crowd.

Damn, that’s bullshit.

Could it be that the senior officials of Guoan didn't want him to go back and lie and found an excuse?

This is a satellite phone, a PHS phone that can withstand magnitude-[-] earthquakes, tsunamis, and various natural disasters!

Only the top talents of Guoan are eligible to receive exclusive equipment for one person and one machine.

The satellite positioning of this thing is so accurate that there is no deviation even at the slightest angle.

Are you telling me that you didn't locate my location?

Isn't this pure bullshit?

"Gollum."

Fang Mo swallowed and pulled the corners of his mouth into a forced smile.

"Honey, this joke is not very funny!"