Chapter Ninety-Four: You're Really Proactive
A moment later, the intelligence network related to the underground black market received a message that all the members of the killer team had failed their mission and were counter-killed!
This incident naturally caused a sensation, and there were many discussions about whether it was fake news.
Is the owner of the huge bounty portrait really that strong?
Early the next morning, Bai Che woke up in a daze and felt two soft balls pressing on him.
It's big and it's soft!
Last night, he didn't fall asleep until three or four o'clock in the morning, and before going to bed, he was in a state of perceptual release, and his consumption was not small, so he was naturally indescribably tired.
"Ms. Tang, you are really 'active'!"
In the line of sight, Yu Qian had just finished washing, wearing white pajamas, outlining a graceful figure, and his demeanor was beautiful.
But the eldest lady of Jinling, her eyes are like knives, and the vinegar smell is very strong.
Bai Che reacted a little, and looked down to see that Tang Wanrou was curled up in her arms like a kitten.
"I'm going to wash my face."
Bai Che's face was indifferent, it didn't matter at all.
Big men, it's not a loss.
As soon as she wanted to get up, Tang Wanrou wrapped her arms around Bai Che, and straddled Bai Che with her thighs, the picture was quite charming.
Tang Wanrou's body fragrance hit, and the softness on her body was closer, and Bai Che frowned slightly.
But before he could push Tang Wanrou away, Yu Qian's hands frowned, and his face was very ordinary.
"Who said before that you don't like women to be too active, heh, I think you enjoy it. Do you want me to avoid it, lest it spoil your good deeds? ”
The smell of vinegar is pervasive!
Bai Che exerted a little force, and then got up.
Tang Wanrou was lying on her side, her snow-white skin looming, the corners of her mouth were slightly sweet, and she didn't seem to have woken up yet.
"Long-winded!"
Bai Che's face was straight, and he glanced at Tang Wanrou, who was fragrant and white-skinned on the floor, and strode into the bathroom with his head held high......
Yu Qian was behind him, stomping his feet, not moving much, but his mentality seemed to be a little unbalanced.
Hypocrite one!
I'll give it a try when I have a chance to see if you really don't like active women.
A thin quilt was thrown over, impartial, and covered Tang Wanrou.
"I also said that I am a little goblin, I think you Ms. Tang is a little fox! What a shame! ”
After a while, Bai Che had already finished washing, made a phone call to ask Xuan Xuzi about the situation, beckoned, and immediately took a step.
"Where are you going?!"
"What?"
Yu Qian and Tang Wanrou, who had woken up, spoke in unison.
"Go see my fiancée Yan Bing."
Bai Che was serious, raising his eyebrows and smiling.
"No, you're too abusive."
Yu Qian blurted out.
Tang Wanrou was a little confused, after all, the conversation between Yu Qian and Bai Che just now, she was not clear in her sleep.
"I'm a suave man!"
Bai Che has a straight face, and his mouth is actually quite slippery.
"I think you're lewd!"
Yu Qian muttered quietly.
Tang Wanrou turned her eyes, and did not forget to "fall into the well" and said: "Ms. Yu, you can't afford to joke, Mr. Bai and Yan Bing are nominal husband and wife, he is just joking, why are you so serious." ”
"You care about me!"
Yu Qian is not angry.
Half an hour later, a group of people appeared in a sanatorium in Linzhou.
……
In the green shade, an old man with a cane, silver hair, is the old man of the Yan family, looking average and full of vitality.
There were several men and women standing beside him, and the atmosphere seemed tense.
"Grandpa, I don't want to hide it from you, my purpose this time is to avenge my dad and return to the board of directors of the Yan Family Group, and if my ability matches, I will also fight for the position of the head of the family!"
Yan Bing did not hurry or speak slowly, and there was a heroic aura blooming all over her body, which was like two people who were in a wheelchair before.
The old man's cloudy eyes had a glimmer of light, fleeting.