Zhuo Yang did not move upstairs, nor did he worry about Beverly because he had seen this white man. That was last year at the train station in Hanover, Zhuo Yang occasionally met Beverly and gave away the man who was holding her now, her ex boyfriend.

Beverly went downstairs suddenly, and had a violent quarrel with the man. What was quarreling could not be heard clearly, but her rejection and aversion to the man were fully expressed through body language.

A man in his thirties, Chun Qiuqiu was wearing a short-sleeved flower shirt early, revealing two flower arms covered with tattoos. The man pointed at Beverly's nose and seemed to be threatening her. Zhuo Yang was going to intervene. After all, Beverly was now his woman.

Before the man took off his bathrobe and changed his clothes, the man downstairs viciously said something to Beverly and turned away. Zhuo Yang also breathed a sigh of relief. The two of them definitely don't seem to have any personal feelings, and there is no green on their heads.

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After a passionate deep kiss, Beverly embraced Zhuo Yang's waist and rested her head on his shoulder to calm down. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the tender moment. When Zhuo Yang agreed to stay with her in Milan for a day, he and she knew that they had fallen in love for a long time, and some things that should be done could be done today.

Immersed in the misty air, Beverly suddenly heard Zhuo Yang ask her softly, "What happened just now?"

Beverly was a little stunned, and she looked up: "What? What happened?"

Zhuo Yang pointed to the large floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.

Looking down at her fingers, Beverly understood instantly that her expression became tense and extremely uneasy.

"... Zhuo Yang, what have you seen?...No, I mean... nothing... some misunderstanding, I... I have solved it." Beverly said incoherently.

"Beverly, what can you tell me. That man... your ex-boyfriend, why is he still pestering you?" Zhuo Yang simply stated.

"...Really nothing... Zhuo Yang...you believe me,...money...borrow money...he wants to ask me to borrow money."

"He said he failed in his business and owed some debts. He wanted to borrow some money from me. Hehe, I gave you all the money. How could I lend him? You say yes, dear." Bei Although Fuli now has considerable popularity, she has not yet entered the stage of getting rich with a large income. Her daily expenses are mainly the money given by Zhuo Yang, and Zhuo Yang has always been very generous to her women.

"Really just ask you to borrow money? I think he's quite fierce, so borrowing money is so powerful?"

"...Really, I don't lie to you, his character is like that... Zhuo Yang, I haven't done anything that sorry you, do you believe me, please?"

Zhuo Yang knows what Beverly is referring to, and of course he believes her, because Beverly has no reason to betray him, but any woman who is not stupid will know what to do between Zhuo Yang and such a man select.

"Of course I believe you, Beverly, I just don't want you to be in trouble." Zhuo Yang said to her very gently.

Beverly's tears came in an instant: "Thank you, Zhuo Yang, I love you, I love you..." There is a king in this life, how lucky.

The soothing soft words and soft kisses finally stopped the woman's tears. After the two cuddled in silence for a moment, Beverly gave a little details about the matter.

In Beverly's story, after the man's business failed, he had been calling to haunt her, hoping to get financial help from Beverly. In the concept of a man, Beverly is now a star, presumably not short of money, and her boyfriend, Zhuo Yang, is so rich that she can get rid of it just by spitting a little.

After being rejected by Beverly, the man chased from Paris to Milan, and Pei Lai's face was threatened, just for the word'money'.

"Do you need me to help you solve it?" Zhuo Yang asked Beverly.

"No need," Beverly said hurriedly. "You don't need to come forward. A person like him is not worth your visit. I will solve it. Trust me."

"Okay...or if you tell him that money is not a problem, you can borrow as much as you want, but he has to come and talk to me." Zhuo Yangxin said: Give the grandson ten guts, and look like the turtle looks like , Dare to stand in front of me as a personal thing.

Indeed, Beverly's ex-boyfriend doesn't always say that she is taller than her, and she looks a little frivolous. Zhuo Yang saw him twice, the clothes were not very correct, and he was a little sloppy. There is always some tired tiredness on the face, the whole person has no temperament, he does not get on the table very much, and I don’t know if Beverly’s eyes were blind in those years, so he can get along with such a thing.

"Oh, I know." Beverly bowed slightly, buried her head in Zhuo Yang's chest, and took a deep breath of his male breath.

"Are you hungry or not, let's go to eat first?" Zhuo Yang and the fat man had eaten fried steak two hours ago, but Beverly was still empty.

"I... want to eat you first."

Only this sentence changed the air in the entire room, and the beautiful and magnificent emotion filled the space instantly, and Zhuo Yang Lima under the bathrobe was immediately reacted.

"I don't know who ate who." The man chuckled and started to move his feet.

The woman has never shown her weakness. Onion and jade hands wear Linhai across the snowfield, accurately grasping his anger and stubbornness. "Zhuo Yang, how are you strong..."

Some are like two village women fighting, tearing each other's clothes.

Not long after, the general's shirt faded, Ema unloaded her armor and abandoned her belt, and the physique she achieved through the exercise all year round made her dizzy and confused.

"Zhuo Yang, you are really strong..., they all say...you can fight... a dozen...is it...really..."

"Of course... it's true... I can beat it..." The two men were so busy that they were breathless.

"...Then you will...protect me...is it..., how powerful are you..." Maybe, what Beverly said at this moment is not "fighting", it does not mean fighting.

"... My... Chinese Kung Fu... I will protect you... Forever, ... I am more powerful than the elder sister..." At this time, the general wanted to control the Ema gallop on the couch.

"...Sister's...Chinese Kung Fu... You have seen..., Scar and Vasiba's wedding...The elder sister beats the gangster,...the elder sister can hit three..."

Suddenly, Zhuo Yang stopped all movements and paused there as if frozen. Beverly looked at him with a frightened expression, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out.

A moment later~lightnovelpub.net~ Zhuo Yang stood up without saying a word, picked up the shirt on the coat hook beside the bed, and didn't fasten the button, so it was so open. He slowly walked to the side of the table in front of the sofa, poured a full glass of red wine, and picked it up slowly.

Throughout the process, Beverly dared not move, and looked at Zhuo Yang half-lying, his face full of panic and despair.

Zhuo Yang drank the rest of the red wine in his hand, and then opened slowly, his voice terrified.

"I want to know everything."

"...What...I don't understand..." Beverly knew that the most worrying thing had finally happened.

Zhuo Yang poured another glass of wine, but did not drink it in his hand.

"I want to know why, your ex-boyfriend, will be in Paris that night, trying to rob my sister."

The temperature in the room has reached freezing point, and the air has solidified.

"Now, Beverly Deng, please tell me."