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"Ah" she cried out in a lost voice, her left hand hanging down weakly, and then she realized that Fang Cheng was already an immortal, and an extraordinary person could match it. She even had a little resentment, if it weren't for Liu Zhicheng, how could she provoke such a terrifying character!

At this time, she felt that the mobile phone in her pants was vibrating, and she casually touched it out to pick up the channel, "I failed, the goal has broken through the boundary between heaven and man, and it is otherworldly, it is not something you can provoke, don't go out in the future"

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then took a deep breath and responded, "Got it, thank you Aunt Mei for mentioning it."

Liu Zhicheng, who had a private meeting with his lover in a suburban villa, finished saying this sentence, and his face was like ashes.

Aunt Mei's real name is rarely known, and most of the Taoist people in Manchester City respect and hate her, respecting her for a long time, but the grandmaster can be expected, and she can be extraordinary, and hating her is because she is notoriously domineering, and she will knock on the door if she doesn't agree.

Liu Zhicheng can be regarded as quite knowledgeable, he has invested in many young people, and Aunt Mei is one of them who has given her the most reward.

Because of Aunt Mei's reputation, people on the road didn't dare to touch him at all, so he has been unscrupulous in the past few years, black and white, and his assets have skyrocketed dozens of times, from an ordinary billionaire to one of the few top wealthy families.

With the rise of status and the rapid expansion of wealth, Liu Zhicheng also began to swell, thinking that the heroes of the world were nothing more than that.

Therefore, when he learned that Fang Cheng's father was Fang Wenbin, he didn't care too much, Manchester City was still his home stadium after all.

However, it was only now that Liu Zhicheng realized that he was a little wrong, and suddenly understood the reliance of Fang Cheng's domineering declaration that day.

An otherworldly supreme powerhouse, the world can be reached, overlooking the world, how can he be an opponent as a businessman.

This is the gap between the chess players and the chess pieces, which can no longer be counted in numbers, but in class.

But he was still a little unwilling, so he stayed at home all his life and became a caged bird.

Liu Zhicheng walked into the road, and an idea suddenly flashed in his mind: Let the people in the national security department have a headache!

The unwritten rules in China are things in the rivers and lakes, and people in the temple always like to participate in one hand and like to manage it.

Therefore, there are very few land immortals in China, they are high and free, and they can't stand the official 24-hour uninterrupted monitoring and prying eyes, so they are mostly away from overseas.

Liu Zhicheng didn't mention it here. Aunt Mei was a little troublesome, her lower leg was comminuted and fractured, and the internal bleeding was serious, but it was only temporarily suppressed by internal qi, and she had to go to the hospital within an hour to deal with it, otherwise there would be a possibility of necrosis.

The surroundings of the Huxin Pavilion were silent, and there were few students visiting except in spring, so she couldn't call for help immediately.

"What a bunch of rubbish!" Aunt Mei glanced at the two men who were struggling in the water, and was very annoyed in her heart.

After Fang Cheng returned to the dormitory, he suddenly received a text message from Lin Yi, "Come out to talk at night?" ”

"If it was last night, sorry no comment"

"So, there's another question, are you a ghost?"

"Perverts?"

“……”

"Rest well, take care of yourself, I am true and alive Fang Cheng"

After Lin Yi saw his reply, he happily hid in the quilt and laughed secretly. She thought she would be a little afraid of him, but after thinking about it, she regretted it very much.

The gentleman treats people with courtesy, and people think it is flattering.

Not all interactions between men and women are utilitarian and purposeful.

Fang Cheng is probably the so-called "warm man", but he is not a central air conditioner, but a fireplace, only within the scope of his radiation, whether male or female, only for temporary needs, selfless and fair.

Being friends with him doesn't have too much pressure, and no matter what happens, as long as you ask him to ask, you can seem to help solve it.

"I still want to say thank you" Lin Yi pressed the text message send button, and his heart suddenly relaxed, sweeping away the depression that had been in place for many days.

Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who do not know me say what I want.

Although Fang Cheng would not accept her, he was not too repulsive. They maintain a just right distance, much closer than friends, and less heart-to-heart than lovers.

It's a delicate distance, and it's the best distance. If it's too close, it's a little depressing, and if it's too far, it's unwilling.

Fang Cheng's performance meant that he was a slow-burning and passive person, he treated all women equally, and Lin Yi's feelings for him made him feel a little guilty and uneasy.

Lin Yi suddenly looked forward to meeting Fang Cheng's so-called girlfriend, he didn't have all the performance of a man in a normal relationship, but he was loyal to this verbal relationship.

Maybe it's just because of a promise, maybe he's still hesitating, and these are Lin Yi's opportunities.

"Oh, when did Manchester City have a real person?"

In the old alley, a man with black hair and white beard smoked a dry cigarette and listened to the report of the person in front of him who claimed to be Liu Zhicheng's personal bodyguard.

"Jin Lao, Mr. Liu means that he wants to invite you out of the mountain, everyone will reconcile, and everyone will be happy," the young bodyguard in black and sunglasses said in a low voice.

"Xiao Yanagi looks down on Jin, they fight in heaven, and in the end, it's not us ordinary people who pay the bill."

"Although you have retired from the second line, who doesn't know that you are Chrysostom in Manchester City"

"Okay, okay, I've been tired of hearing this kind of sycophancy twenty years ago, and you're still far away." Jin Lao pushed his shoulder impatiently, and it seemed that he was ready to chase the guest.

"Jin Lao, Mr. Liu also asked me to bring you a word" The white bodyguard saw that the old man did not enter the oil and salt, so he could only move out of the killer move

"Tell me about it" Jin Lao looked at him with interest, as if he was expecting something.

The white bodyguard was suddenly drenched in a cold sweat, and vaguely felt as if someone was peeking into his inner thoughts, and he looked at Jin Lao's eyes and dodged subconsciously.

"Mr. Liu said that although Manchester City is yours, it is also the country"

When Jin Lao heard this, his eyes narrowed, and a look of disdain and disdain flashed on his face, Liu Zhicheng is not worthy of saying this! ‘

Jin Lao's eyes closed and said unhappily: "Got it."

This is to show the attitude of sending off the guests, where do the white bodyguards dare to stay, as if they were amnestied and leave immediately.

"A real person ...... alive" Jin Lao raised his hand to stroke his beard, bowed his head slightly, and read a sentence softly, but finally turned into a long sigh.

"If it was ten years ago, maybe I still had the heart to weigh and weigh, but now I have more than enough strength and not enough, since ancient times, how many people have finally lost to the years, it's a pity, it's a pity."

Jin Lao seemed to sigh, looking at the blue sky and blue sea outside the window, the river fire fishing boat, and he was stunned.