"Then I have to say, sooner or later I will have to be played to death by him!"

Yan Mu Yesheng finished without love.

Nan Qizhan also sat down next to him.

"I feel like the scenery here is pretty good."

"Shall we leave right now, or will we continue to wait here?"

"Wait here, wait until when!"

After Yan Muye finished boringly, he suddenly tilted his head.

"Nan Qizhan, why don't I share something with you, I'm about to encounter a marriage crisis."

"Is there a marriage crisis with Leng Fu Xiao?"

"Who else but him."

"Do you know Wen Qi'er?"

"I know, I used to play with her."

"It's just that when I was a kid."

"Wen Qi'er is very good. She seems to have the best marksmanship among our few people at that time, and she also has martial arts and practices taekwondo, which can basically be regarded as a literary and martial arts. ”

"Oh." Yan Muye nodded disdainfully.

"Wen Qi'er is back."

"Huh?"

"Came back to steal the inheritance from you?"

Nan Qizhan said this reflexively, and then in the next second, Yan Muye's hand fell on his head.

"Grab a fart legacy!"

"It's Mrs. Leng who wants to replace me."

"I guess this idea should have been in place a long time ago, but now I have found a suitable time to realize it."

"Tut, grandma, let's beat people without hitting the head, you messed up my hairstyle."

"If you don't hit your head, is it okay to slap your face?"

"I suddenly thought of a funny thing now, how nice it would be if you could marry Wen Qi'er."

"Not only can you hug the beauty, but you can also solve your lifelong events, and when the time comes, I must give you a big red envelope, which can be regarded as a thank you for it."

"You're making a contribution!"

Yan Muye got up from the steps where she was originally sitting, and then walked to the place where the car was parked.

"What do you think, I don't like that!"

"This beautiful errand, you better let someone else do it."

"Are we going back now?"

"Take me to the hospital, remember to pick me up at the hospital tomorrow, I will come to this place again."

"What else are you going to the hospital for?"

Nan Qizhan asked while chasing Yan Muye's back.

"My husband is in the hospital, of course I have to go to the hospital!"

"Could it be that those vixens really got into the loophole?"

"I'm going to pinch the peach blossoms, and I'm going to pinch them accurately."

"Didn't you think that Old Lady Leng would embarrass you?"

"If I am embarrassed, I will be embarrassed, and the last thing I am afraid of is the embarrassment of others."

"There are more people trying to embarrass me, but I can't always stare at what they are going to do and not do what I want to do."

After all, it's all dead now, who still thinks about so much mess.

Nan Qizhan: "That's okay, I feel like I'm about to become your chauffeur now, remember to settle the bill when I get off the bus, it's my gas money." ”

After Yan Muye got into the car, he then adjusted the seat again.

"Okay, okay, if you get the car behind the wheel first."

Nan Qizhan glanced at the person in the co-pilot.

"You're so sleepy?"

"Don't you sleep in the hospital?"

"Under normal circumstances, Leng Fu Xiao shouldn't be able to do anything to you."

"Then why are you still so sleepy?"

…

"Oops!"

"Grandma, I'm driving a car now, it hurts to death!"