Chapter 1139: Ying'er, He's Not Your Son!
Jiang Fanxing's sarcasm, Mu Nanting could hear it, but so what?
"History is written by the victors, and if I win, then I am the hero of the troubled times who you said coincided with the change of dynasties. Even if you lose, you have no fear, and you don't hesitate to risk your life for your dreams. ”
Words are not speculative for more than half a sentence.
Jiang Fanxing didn't bother to say anything more to him, stood up, patted the sand on his hands, "That's all for it, you can do it." ”
Seeing that she was leaving, Mu Nanting also stood up and grabbed her wrist.
was thrown away by Jiang Fanxing in disgust.
"Don't touch me."
Looking at Jiang Fanxing's disgusted expression, Mu Nanting's heart was dull, "Jiang Fanxing! ”
"Let me go, or my bodyguard won't be polite."
For Mu Nanting, Jiang Fanxing has never had a good impression.
This man is too extreme.
If you are obsessed with something that does not belong to you, sooner or later the bamboo basket will be empty.
Mu Nanting glanced at the two bodyguards who had already raised their guns, as well as the bodyguards who poured out from all around, and smiled darkly, "At least your father is still in my hands, and you won't leave him alone." ”
"How do you know I'll take care of it?"
"If you don't want to care, you won't know it's a trap and it's coming. Jiang Fanxing, I read you right, you are not a cold-blooded person. Mu Nanting said in a low voice.
"No, you're wrong. I'm such a cold-blooded person, I'm not here because I'm worried about Jiang Mingsong, but because I want to see what tricks you're playing. No, to be sure, I want to see how you were beaten by my husband and never turned over. At night, in the evening breeze, she wore a burgundy beach dress, and her delicate and bright face carried a bewitching energy, which made Mu Nanting look in a trance.
He stretched out his hand and wanted to grab her, but Jiang Fanxing dodged him again.
Looking at his empty hands, Mu Nanting suddenly smiled, "You don't care about Jiang Mingsong, what about your mother?" Your mom doesn't care anymore? ”
"I don't care."
"It can't be!"
"A woman who left me behind when I was ten years old, why should I care? Over the years, have I been hurt less because I didn't have a mother? Since she has left me, don't ever expect me to forgive her! ”
Queen of Lai ......
Scold!
The corners of Jiang Fanxing's mouth had the coldest smile.
Like a steep cold wind.
Like a thousand years of snow.
"Your mother, she ......"
"You don't have to say anything, you don't have to say anything, I really don't care if I say I don't care. Whether it is Jiang Mingsong or Ning Chexuan, or any high-ranking person, they can't threaten me. ”
In the distance, a familiar figure walked slowly.
The sneer on the corner of her mouth was instantly dispelled by the warm sun, and Mu Nanting thought for a moment that she was smiling at herself, but when he watched Jiang Fanxing cross him and run towards someone, he felt that the blood in his body was cold.
"Slow down, don't fall."
Looking at the stars that jumped into his arms, Huo Hanhuan chuckled, "There is no tiger chasing you, what are you running." ”
Jiang Fanxing tilted his head in his arms, his eyes covered with stars, "There are no tigers, but there are nasty people." ”
Huo Hanhuan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mu Nanting, then lowered his head to look at the stars, "Whoever let you run out alone should be punished." ”
"Then you're so bored at work, I'm bored."
"Good my fault, I won't work with you anymore."
"That's not good, how can you support our mother if you don't work."
"Eat less."
"Humph!"