Kujiu glanced at the rearview mirror, and Jiang Fuxuan, who was in the back seat, had a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Fuxuan sat with his legs folded, and the custom-made black mobile phone looked particularly petite against the backdrop of Jiang Fuxuan's slender fingers.

"Boss, are you in a good mood? I guess it must be because of Ling Xiaoyuan, right? ”

The ghost of dry wine was clever, squinting lightly, staring at Jiang Fuxuan in the rearview mirror.

Jiang Fuxuan's smile was withdrawn almost in a second, and the smile that curled up at the corner of his mouth turned into a straight line like the horizon in an instant.

Jiang Fuxuan raised his eyes, his long eyelashes, slightly upturned with his eyelids, his cold and serious eyebrows and eyes were aligned, and the dry wine in the rearview mirror.

The four eyes met, the dry wine instantly bowed his head, and drove well.

"Dry wine, why don't I know when you became a long-tongued woman?"

"Boss, people just care about you, the man in love, the most gentle, I want to see the boss's diametrically opposed attitude."

The originally clear eyes instantly attached a hint of fierceness, and they became cold silently.

"Dry wine, I shouldn't have rescued you from the cage in Langcheng back then, or I should have just sewn your mouth shut."

Dry wine didn't speak, just stared ahead, silently driving.

Indeed, if it weren't for Jiang Fuxuan, the dry wine would not have been able to pick up this life at all.

"This life of my subordinates is as humble as mud, if it weren't for the master who saved the dry wine twenty years ago, where would the dry wine still live until now?"

Dry wine is faintly sour in his heart, and his life experience is not glorious, and he is a slave who everyone spits on.

Twenty years ago, how much regret and grief were created

......

The dry wine didn't want to bring back those memories, it only made the rest of his life more tormented.

"Then you should be grateful to Dade, rules, naturally you don't need me to teach you."

"Yes, it's the subordinates who are talkative, and the subordinates will pay attention"

"The life of those years was a shame, and only a cowardly waste will remember the shame of the past from time to time."

"The strong man is the king, and he is destined"

Although Jiang Fuxuan's language is harsh and realistic, it is true.

Who would know that he is dignified Jiang Fu Xuan, and at the age of nine, he will live a life of licking blood at the tip of a knife, and it will be ten years after that.

"Boss, I'm white"

Kujiu's expression is still a little sad, although Kujiu's endurance and ability greatly exceed that of normal people.

However, compared to Jiang Fuxuan's words, it is not worth mentioning.

Jiang Fuxuan's cold nature is like a bloodthirsty Shura Lord, like the mystery of the abyss, which can never be solved.

Where the sun can't enter, it's cold and strong people's hearts.

"By the way, I received a secret letter a few days ago, Kane from Langcheng, this can be regarded as uncontrollable?"

Jiang Fuxuan's expression was still plain, even if the sky fell, he would not say one more word or make one more expression.

"Kane has always been reckless and aggressive, his ambition is never hidden in his heart, and everyone knows exactly what he wants."

"Heh, Polaris Twelve Islands, but my territory, this is a sure thing, even if others are in Langcheng, as long as they dare to invade this place, there will be no bones left."

Jiang Fuxuan just smiled coldly, his laughter mixed with sarcasm, laughing at Kane's innocence.

The black Bentley drove into the gate of Huayuan in an extremely low-key manner, and the gate slowly opened.

Ling Xiaoyuan looked at the chaos on the table, drooling, and there was a box of pumping paper around Ling Xiaoyuan.

Ling Xiaoyuan drooled, so he took a piece of paper to wipe his saliva.

Ling Xiaoyuan looked at the constantly beating seconds, and every second was extremely tormented.

"Aunt Liu, if I starve to death, you put more delicious food in front of my grave, I don't want to be hungry after I die."

Ling Xiaoyuan was lying on the dining table, looking miserable, as if his life was about to end.