Chapter 1100: Hahaha, We're Married (2)
When Nan Duyuan saw the comer, he completely lost the appearance of Mr. Han Xiong just now, and an invisible frozen chill swept over the man, and his face became serious in an instant, and he entered a situation of being in a tight battle.
King's Landing raised his eyes, and what he saw was a short middle-aged fat man, with gray hair, crayon eyebrows, and a smile that was simple on the surface, but it revealed the murderous aura that only people in the rivers and lakes have.
Nan Duchen.
Nan Duyuan was very surprised that the boss actually came, with a serious expression, and what was completely different from the past was that the eight-faced Buddha Nan Duchen actually brought a woman to attend this time for the first time.
A beautiful and sexy woman in a red dress, with bangs and a ponytail, noble and glamorous, choppy, full of hyaluronic acid, and a certain rock's sense of déjà vu.
star Mo Yun.
King's Landing Love was surprised for a moment, and thought she had read it wrong.
Mo Yun and the eight-faced Buddha walked in hand in hand with an intimate expression.
The eight-faced Buddha's injuries seem to be healing.
There was thunder of joy all around, and everyone was frightened by the arrival of the eight-faced Buddha, and they greeted each other with a smile.
"The eight-faced Buddha is here! Oops, that's great. "Don't come here after Chen Ye is injured! "Master Chen's arrival is far away! ”
The leaders attending the meeting, the representatives of Guangdong and Hong Kong investment stepped forward one after another, one by one to shake hands with Nan Duchen, very respectful, it is not difficult to perceive that the influence of the eight-faced Buddha Nan Duchen in the Indochina Peninsula and Southeast Asia is very large, and the three religions and nine streams all sell him three points of thin noodles.
Of course, Nan Duyuan did not step forward to greet them, but looked at them with a cold face, and the governor's party did not move, but it was Nan Duchen who found them, and walked straight towards them.
Nan Dusk Yuan subconsciously took a step forward, there was a move to protect King's Landing Love, the eight-faced Buddha and the corpse of the forest master, once kidnapped King's Landing Love, he didn't know.
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm sorry, I didn't inform you in a hurry."
Nan Duchen sneered in the oily and smooth tone of the rivers and lakes, and opened his hands to hug Nan Duyuan, but Nan Duyuan raised his hand to signal that he was exempt.
"Ouch, the president's sister, Miss Xiaoai, hehehe, it's better to see than to hear, you're here, all the beauties are going to be dwarfed haha." Nan Duchen said, holding out her fat palm towards King's Landing.
For the person who had kidnapped him, King's Landing loved it with a blank face and did not reach out his hand.
Nan Duchen paused for a moment, smiled and consciously withdrew his hand.
Everyone else has some questions about King's Landing who loves to pinch and sweat, and it is the first time that he does not give face to the eight-faced Buddha Nan Duchen.
Nan Duyuan had a dark face and asked the eldest brother directly, "Boss, what are you doing here?" ”
Nan Duchen didn't smile, "Second brother, you came here to implement the second phase of the Golden Kapok plan, but you were busy falling in love with Junda Beauty, and it didn't matter if your niece was dead or alive, there was no way, only I, the eldest uncle, came to go deep into the tiger's den and come to talk to Shangshan Tiger." ”
King's Landing Ai explained indifferently, "I'm sorry, I'm the chief executive's secretary, not his girlfriend." ”
Nan Duchen sneered, squinted his eyes and glanced at King's Landing Love from head to toe again, she is indeed one in a hundred beauties, hehehe, the sister of King's Landing, it is really a drip.
A pair of scrutinizing and cruel little eyes made King's Landing Love very uncomfortable, and the girl frowned, and at this moment, Mo Yun also walked over, holding a wine glass, and affectionately held Nan Duchen.
Heavy makeup, superficial show-off, twisted posture.