The figures of two people in the starry sky, like eternity, are closely connected. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Husband, you are my husband in this life, I am a dog skin plaster, don't you want to get rid of me!" Liu Qiaoer yelled, very.

Ye Ling also responded loudly: "Silly girl, in this life, no matter who it is, I can't take you away from me!"

Go down, enter the Yellow Spring, step on the Nine Shadows, no matter who it is, I can't take you away, even if you lose it, I want to get you back, forever!

Domineering president, you only belong to me!

After flying for more than half an hour, the two returned home, and the funeral flowers left a note, telling the two that they would go to sleep first.

Liu Qiao'er's face blushed when she saw it, what an obvious hint, she raised her head and looked at Ye Ling, who was smiling evilly, as if her face was dripping with blood.

"Hehe, wife, I'm here!" As he spoke, Ye Ling pounced directly towards Liu Qiao'er.

"Please also have mercy on the slaves. ”

Liu Qiao'er said shyly.

……

In the early morning of the next day, when the first rays of sunlight shone into the house, Ye Ling opened his eyes and saw the small and cute Liu Qiao'er curled up, still asleep.

Last night, she scored three times, but Liu Qiao'er was tired, she subconsciously twisted her seductive body and drilled into Ye Ling's arms, perhaps because she felt that Ye Ling was awake, and she also opened her eyes.

"Husband, why are you awake?" Liu Qiao'er muttered, rubbing her eyes and sitting up.

Suddenly, she exclaimed, her face flushed, and she hurriedly covered her leaked spring light with a quilt.

Ye Ling smiled evilly: "Hehe, what's the matter, you weren't so shy last night." ”

Thinking of what happened last night, Liu Qiaoer was ashamed to get directly into the quilt, not daring to show her head.

……

Half an hour later, the two walked out of the house, Liu Qiaoer's face was red, of course, the two didn't really do that kind of thing, but even so, Ye Ling still made Liu Qiao'er weak, and finally begged for mercy to let her go.

In the restaurant on the first floor, Wang Shufen had already prepared a meal, and when she saw Ye Ling and Liu Qiao'er walking down, she suddenly smiled on her face, what did the two of them do, she naturally knew it.

When Liu Qiaoer saw Wang Shufen's appearance, she immediately lowered her head and didn't dare to raise it: "Auntie, I'll go to the kitchen to get dishes and chopsticks." ”

"No need, Xiaohua is inside, you, it's better to rest and rest, this kid, I tossed you so hard yesterday, right?" Wang Shufen didn't seem to feel the slightest embarrassment, and said it directly.

Liu Qiao'er was stunned for a moment, and suddenly stomped her foot and pulled Wang Shufen's hand and said coquettishly: "Auntie, what are you talking about." ”

Wang Shufen looked at Ye Ling, who looked proud, then at Liu Qiao'er, and pouted: "Tut, look at it, don't let me say it, this face is really thin." ”

"But Qiao'er, you hurry up and give me a big fat grandson, when the time comes, I'll help you bring it, otherwise, when I'm old, I can't take it anymore. What Wang Shufen said made Liu Qiaoer want to get into the ground.

The funeral flower also came out with dishes and chopsticks at this time, and the four of them sat on the table and began to eat, during which Wang Shufen explained to Liu Qiaoer without a word, which made Liu Qiaoer cry and laugh.

At this time, in a well-known office building in Donghai City, a middle-aged woman with a good appearance and good maintenance had a gloomy face, and tears slipped from her eyes.

"I want them to catch the murderer within a week! No, three days, I only give them three days, otherwise, tell them that even death will not make them happy!" The woman roared frantically, and smashed a painted porcelain vase from the Qianlong period next to her to the ground and shattered it.

There were several people standing opposite her, sweating profusely, trembling and retreating, how dare they provoke this woman who was suffering the pain of losing her son.

This woman is Lin Hua's mother Feng Yuting, at this time, she has just learned of Lin Hua's death, and the death of her only son almost broke her.

She picked up the phone and called out, and after connecting, she didn't wait for the other side to say anything, she said directly: "Speak to Donghai Hei and Daobai for me, who moved Lin Hua, I, Feng Yuting, let his family die well!"

After finishing speaking, she hung up directly and made another call: "Contact the people from the Siberian training camp for me, I want to kill someone!"

Siberian training camp, a world-famous hell, the people who come out of it, the whole world has a great deterrent, once the black boxing world for many years of death, is one of the strong people who came out of Siberia.

The person she wants to kill is none other than Ye Ling, because only Ye Ling has a deep hatred with Lin Hua, Feng Yuting knows this very well, although it is not confirmed that Ye Ling killed Lin Hua now.

But for the current Feng Yuting, it is better to kill the wrong person than to let it go, his son is dead, and anyone who has a grudge against him will have to die.

What laws, what is right and wrong, nothing is comparable to her son.

Thinking of this, she struggled for a few minutes, picked up the phone and called, this phone was a number she hadn't forgotten but hadn't called for twenty years.

Honk... Honk... Honk.

When the phone was answered, Feng Yuting said in a deep voice: "I'm Feng Yuting, I'm looking for the old man." ”

The person on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, randomly overjoyed, and hurriedly handed the phone to the old man next to him, Feng Yuting didn't wait for the old man to speak, her voice was cold: "Lin Hua is dead, your grandson is dead, I want revenge!"

On the other end of the phone, after muttering for half a minute, an old voice came: "I'm old, I haven't fulfilled the responsibilities of a father for so many years, my daughter, let go of your hand, the sky is falling, and my father will help you resist!"

Feng Yuting's eyes were tightly closed, tears flowed down her face, she tried to calm down and said, "After the matter is over, I will go back to see you and accompany you!"

Without waiting for anything else to be said on the other end of the phone, Feng Yuting hung up the phone, and then typed another one, this time, the call was answered quickly.

"Yuting, what's wrong? Is Xiaohua causing some trouble again? You can watch and deal with it, I will have a meeting later." A middle-aged man's hearty voice came.

Feng Yuting gritted her teeth and said: "Have a meeting, have a meeting, know that there is a meeting! My son is dead, and I still have a fart meeting!"

As soon as the word death came out, the other end of the phone was suddenly muted, only to hear a plop, and the phone fell to the ground.

"Yuting, are you kidding me?" the man's voice trembled, with a hint of disbelief.

Feng Yuting's voice was clear: "My son is dead, I want revenge!"

"Wait for me, I'll go back from the United States now, whoever moves Xiaohua, I'll let his whole family die!" On the other end of the phone, the mournful cry of a beast sounded hairy.

The wind and rain are coming, and Ye Ling is the first to bear the brunt.

But the initiator was wandering around the bustling mall alone at this time, because Fuhua and Liu Qiaoer were doing nails in the mall with great interest.

"Hey, it's really inhumane, leave your husband here and don't ask, it's stinky!" Ye Ling pouted and said aggrievedly.