Chapter 302: Draw a Circle, Build a Grave!
"Broken?"
Mo Nanfeng's face was full of embarrassment, he looked Mo Guanshan up and down, and Yu Guang glanced at the part that his daughter shouldn't be aiming at: "What's broken?" β
"Ribs! Broken ribs! Dead girl, what are you aiming for!? β
Mo Guanshan was anxious: "Hit 120, my ribs are going to be broken, and my internal organs will be pierced." At that time, Hua Tuo's father will be cold! β
When Mo Nanfeng heard this, he was busy calling 120.
Zhang Ruoyu paced in front of Moguan Mountain: "Can you respect me?" Is the battle over? β
"No more fighting." Moguanshan shook his head slightly. "If you fight again, you're going to die..."
"It's really not resistant, I'm still warming up." Zhang Ruoyu stuffed the half-smoked cigarette into the mouth of Moguanshan, who didn't dare to move, and pouted. "You toad skills, at most the first form. But my great shift has been completed. β
"Admire, admire..."Mo Guanshan endured the pain and entertained Zhang Ruoyu.
"With your little injury, you can lie at home for a year and a half at most, far from reaching the point where the map is only in the northwest." Zhang Ruoyu rubbed his hands and squinted at Mo Guanshan's slightly trembling knees.
"I'll knock the meniscus on your knee again, and you'll be able to stay in the Northwest without distraction." A cold light flashed in Zhang Ruoyu's eyes, ready to make a move.
"A good man spares his life." Moguan Mountain was terrified, and cold sweat broke out. "I'm not going anywhere, I'll squat in the ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties every day to eat Bia
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G-side, don't knock on my meniscus..."
Mo Nanfeng heard this, but frowned: "Dad, can you have some interest?" Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated! You are the famous King of the Northwest! β
"Shut up!"
Mo Guanshan was furious: "Without the meniscus, where else do I have the face to be the king of the northwest?" Eat Bia
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The G-side boss has to cut corners for me! β
"Alright, don't make a noise." Zhang Ruoyu waved his hand. "Miss Mo, you answer me honestly, I don't knock on your father's meniscus."
"What's the problem?" When Mo Nanfeng heard this, his face changed slightly.
"Who told you to come?" Zhang Ruoyu stared coldly at Mo Nanfeng.
"I'm coming myself." Mo Nanfeng said hard.
Zhang Ruoyu picked up an ashtray and was about to smash Moguanshan's knee.
"It was her future mother-in-law who asked her to come!" Mo Guanshan immediately betrayed his daughter and tried his best to draw a line with this matter. "I only found out about this later!"
"Oh." Zhang Ruoyu pondered for a long time, and glanced at Mo Nanfeng lightly. "Before you get married, you are in a hurry to please your future mother-in-law and charge forward for your future husband?"
"Dead licking dog."
With that, he turned around and left the hotel.
Mo Guanshan found a sofa nearby and sat down, panting and said, "Dead girl, you killed Lao Tzu!" β
"Blame me? It's not that you don't have the ability! Mo Nanfeng pouted. Besides, if you betray my future mother-in-law like this, how can I get married? In the future, you won't be blinded every day in your in-law's house? β
"Okay, I don't know what bad water you're holding back this dead girl? Didn't you deliberately come to Binhai to find fault and find an opportunity to withdraw from the marriage by the way? β
Mo Guanshan sweated profusely and said: "Now that you have offended your fiancΓ©, I have also offended your future mother-in-law, didn't you just do what you wanted?" β
Mo Nanfeng's red lips turned up, and his eyes rolled: "I didn't think so, don't wronged me." β
Mo Guanshan glared at his baby daughter: "How many girls in the capital want to drill your fiancΓ©'s bed?" It's good that you don't know how to be blessed in the midst of blessings? Do you know how many benefits our two families can bring by marriage? What heights will you be able to reach in the future? β
"Not unusual." Mo Nanfeng pouted. "Are you short of money or status? Do you have to grovel to others as your own family? β
"Who would be afraid of having a lot of money..."Mo Guanshan gasped.
The grandson's attack was quite reliable, he didn't really beat himself to death, or he would have to draw a circle on the coastal shore on the map of the desert and pile a grave.
"What do you want so much money for? Why don't you take it to a nightclub and give it to other women? If my mother hadn't died early, would you have survived to this day? β
"If it weren't for your mother's early death, would I go out every day to get drunk and borrow wine to kill my sorrows?" Moguan Mountain sighed and raised his head slightly.
"Oh, I miss your mother..."
Mo Nanfeng glared at the dead ghost father, and asked tentatively, "Then what do I say about this marriage?" Can I get a refund? β
"You've made a fuss like this, if you don't retreat, do you really go to their house to be a maid?" Moguanshan hugged his stomach and spoke loudly. "Your damn mom promises, I can't even say yes!"
"Thank you, Dad!" Mo Nanfeng hugged Mo Guanshan's face and kissed him wildly. "I know you love me the most!"
"Dead girl, you light, it's really broken..."
Mo Guanshan twitched in pain, and scolded and said: "Damn, master lied to me, and said that hard qigong can be invulnerable and invulnerable, and water and fire will not invade, and this punch directly broke Lao Tzu's ribs." β
Mo Nanfeng was in a good mood and comforted Mo Guanshan: "I suspect that Zhang Ruoyu will fight cattle across the mountain." β
"Makes sense." Moguanshan said in a deep voice. "Otherwise, after thirty years of hard qigong, how could I be so vulnerable?"
Mo Guanshan's eyes flickered, and he had to check this surnamed Zhang when he turned around.
If this grandson is really a cook, Lao Tzu pulls out the ribs to make sweet and sour pork ribs!