Nangong Qingchen looked at the head of the Beimo family and sat down calmly.

Ignoring the appearance of Mrs. Beimo kowtowing to the ground.

Te depressed.

He simply hid in the private room.

"Song Shao!" Nangong Qingchen said respectfully.

Song Yuyi raised her eyebrows.

"What's wrong?" He looked at Nangong Qingchen with a depressed look.

Nangong Qingchen told Mrs. Beimo to use kneeling to force him to change his decision to withdraw his investment.

Song Yuyi snorted lightly.

Bored.

"Mrs. Beimo really wants to ask for forgiveness, so she will give her a bullet." Song Yuyi's voice was cold.

Nangong Qingchen hesitated, "She is the Beimo lady of the Beimo family." ”

Otherwise, he wouldn't be so passive.

If you kill Mrs. Beimo.

The Nangong family and the Beimo family must have a feud.

Song Yuyi coldly hooked the thin and red arc-shaped perfect lip flap.

"So what!"

The tone of slaughter was full of the terrifying killing of Sen Han.

Invincible.

Nangong Qingchen felt a chill in his heart.

A cold sweat broke out on the spine.

"Yes, I'll say it right away."

——

"Qinqin, let's go out and have a look." Nangong Sitian excitedly proposed.

She really wanted to see Mrs. Beimo deflated.

Ye Qinqin nodded.

looked at Song Yuyi beside him.

"Brother Yi, I'll go out and have a look. By the way, you're not allowed to go out. Ye Qinqin was solemn.

Song Yuyi stretched out his long arms.

Pull Ye Qinqin into his arms.

The sturdy arms encircled Ye Qinqin.

"You are so willing to leave me alone!" Song Yuyi's tone was a little coquettish.

His eyes are gentle and doting.

Submit.

An affectionate kiss.

Fall on the leaves of the cherry blossom red lip flap.

Slightly hot kisses.

There is a rich affection in the tenderness.

Gently nibble.

I can't wait to melt Ye Qinqin into my bones and blood.

Ye Qinqin fell softly into Song Yuyi's arms.

Feel the extreme love in his toughness.

Until, unable to breathe.

Half ringing.

Song Yuyi reluctantly let go of Ye Qinqin.

"Go ahead!"

Ye Qinqin smiled.

Rise.

——

"Song Shao, Qin Qin, I'm still a single dog who hasn't received a love response, you guys make me very jealous." Nangong Qingchen complained.

He looked at Song Jiu, who was expressionless on the side.

His face was full of sadness and he shrank into the corner.

He didn't want to be sprinkled with dog food.

He's going to want dog food.

Ye Qinqin covered his forehead.

Speechless.

Nangong Qingchen's painting style changed too quickly.

"Cousin, aren't you going out!" Nangong Sitian looked at Nangong Qingchen who was hiding in the corner and drawing circles.

"Not in the mood." Nangong Qingchen was weak.

Nangong Sitian blinked.

If Nangong Qingchen doesn't go out.

There's no good show to watch.

"However, you haven't said what Song Shao told you to say." Nangong Sitian reminded.

Nangong Qingchen trembled.

Jump up immediately.

"I'll talk about it right away."

——

Mrs. Beimo was proud.

Her identity is the wife of the head of the Beimo family.

Although Nangong Qingchen is the head of the Nangong family.

If you dare to make her kneel and apologize.

She can turn things around.

Let the people of the Beimo family transfer their anger to Nangong Qingchen.

——

Nangong Qingchen's expression was as cold as frost.

Come out.

In his hand, he held a black pistol.

Mrs. Beimo looked at the black pistol in Nangong Qingchen's hand in a daze.

"Since you really want to ask for forgiveness, as long as you are willing to bear a bullet, the mustard between us will be wiped out." Nangong Qingchen added: "Life or death doesn't matter. ”

Mrs. Beimo: "......"

The eyes of the head of the Beimo family tightened violently, and his hands were clenched into fists.

Beimo Feifei's face turned pale with fright, and she gasped.

Screaming, "Mom, don't. ”

Xi Wenxiu trembled.