Qianwan watched him sit down, his fingertips lightly rested on the notebook, and his lips hooked slightly, "His marriage ......"

Fu Fan slowly pursed his lips under her meaningful gaze.

Shen Sheng refused, "Don't look at me." ”

"What are you talking about, you kid?" Fu Mu glared at him, directly stretched out her hand to block in front of Fu Fan, looked at Qianwan as if she was stealing a bell, and said with a sneer, "Dao Chief, just say it directly." ”

Qianwan stretched out her hand towards Fu Fan and asked softly, "Mr. Fu, can you show me your left hand?" ”

Fu Fan was stunned for a moment and didn't move.

Fu Mu waited for him to react impatiently.

This rabbit cub has to grind for a long time when he raises his hand.

Quickly raised his left arm and said with a smile, "Daoist Shen, I'm sorry for you, take a look at him carefully." ”

Fu Fan's hand froze in mid-air, only feeling extremely embarrassed, and he hesitated to withdraw his hand, but was gently held by Qianwan.

Through Fu's mother's fingers, he could vaguely see the pair of white and slender hands, and even the crescent moon on the nails was impeccable.

The fingertips were soft and slightly cool, and inadvertently his thumb would scratch his palm prints, and there was a tingling itch like an electric shock......

It made his heart tremble.

It's only a few seconds, but it feels like a century has passed.

Fu Fan felt that the air was stagnant and it was a little difficult to breathe, so he frowned angrily, and his tone was a little stiff.

"Have you finished reading it?"

Qianwan let go, smiled faintly, and looked at Fu's mother who was looking eagerly on the side.

Speak slowly.

"Marriage is predestined."

The cold voice reached his ears word by word.

Fu Fan's pupils shrank, and his back was a little stiff as he sat upright.

Qianwan looked at Fu Fan's awkward appearance, and was amused.

Is this milk doll still shy and introverted?

Mother Fu's eyes widened in shock at first, and then she stroked her palms with relief, "That's good, that's good." ”

After all, the youngest son has been solo for more than 20 years with his own strength, and now he still looks stupid and sweet who sees through the red dust.

wasted such a top-notch face in vain, which made her and the old man feel bad.

"Can the Taoist still see other characteristics of that girl?"

Narrow her down a bit, so that she can go to the sister group and shout.

As soon as Qianwan wanted to speak, she heard the anxious voice of the little Taoist priest outside the door, "Sanren, Daoist Xu, there is a woman who fainted at the door of the Taoist temple, and her arm is still bleeding!" ”

"What?" Xu Tang stood up and looked at Qianwan in disbelief.

"Let's bring someone in first."

After Qianwan finished speaking coldly, she looked at the little Taoist priest again, "Yuan Qing, you go and bring the medicine box." ”

Yuan Qing nodded, turned around and ran towards the squatter.

Mo Tong watched Xu Tang walk out, and chased after him in a few steps, "Daochang Xu, I'll help." ”

Xu Daochang looked weak and couldn't help the wind, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't hold that woman!

Xu Tang looked at Mo Tong with a smile, "Thank you." ”

Mo Tong, who was familiar with himself, grinned and patted him on the shoulder boldly, "You're welcome." ”

Fu's mother saw Fu Fan standing still, and coughed to remind.

Seeing that he still didn't move, "You're not going to help?" ”

"Enough people."

Fu Fan replied expressionlessly.

Knowing what kind of temper her youngest son is, she often doesn't even bother to make a perfunctory expression, and Fu's mother rolled her eyes helplessly.

Lying at the door of the Taoist temple was a heavily armed woman.

She wore a mask and sunglasses on her face, a peaked cap covering most of her face, and she was wearing long-sleeved pants on a hot day, as if she was afraid of being recognized by others.

Xu Tang and Mo Tong worked together to lift her on the cushion in the quiet room.

Qianwan leaned down, poked two fingers behind her ear, frowned slightly, and then rolled up her sleeves.

Several people were shocked when they saw the crisscrossed wounds on the woman's wrists, the old and the new.

Did this woman want to commit suicide by cutting her wrists?

"I just fainted from heat stroke."

Qianwan's fingertips swiped in the air, drawing a requiem charm and imprinting it on her forehead.

The people around seemed to feel as if there was a flash of golden light, and it was too elusive to arrive.

Xu Tang vaguely saw that something had returned to the woman's body, and looked at Qianwan hesitantly, with a solemn expression, "Sanren, it's ......"

Qianwan nodded and didn't say much. Take a hundred plating, and the latest chapter of "The Villain of Fast Wear is also a Claw Book House with Backbone" is free to read for the first time.