Chapter 43: Lord W is going to explode the vest? !

   Don't be surprised, every time King Fu gets too angry, his strength is out of his control, so...

   This is just a small scene of dying.

   This is not the first time Lu Xue has seen such a thing, but it has not been seen for a long time. He didn't expect that the little crying bag could affect Fu Chen's emotions so much.

  The man took the tissue inadvertently, handled the wound on his hand skillfully, and then stood up expressionlessly, his low voice calm: "Let's go."

  There is nothing left to do, Lu Xue and Xiao Fuheng's 'beautiful' Disney play that day can only go so far.

  …

   Watson Hotel.

  In the private room——

  Little Milk Bun sat on the table with a huge packet of coconut milk candy in his arms, his calf swayed lightly, his mouth was bulging, and he looked at the dumbfounded delivery boy Su Chenxian in front of him as if he was mentally retarded.

   "Have you seen enough?" Confined to the toffee in his mouth, the soft and waxy little milk sounded a little vague.

  Su Chenxian stood dumbfounded in front of the little guy, swallowed N saliva, and ate a whale in his stomach!

   I forgot to even say it.

   Finally, he reluctantly accepted that their father W was an 18-year-old girl, and now there is a 2-3-year-old baby girl? !

   Tender and arrogant, why don't you make a movie!

   "You, you're so fucking... Who the **** is Mr. W?" Su Chenxian patted his chest, took a deep breath, and asked in extreme astonishment.

   Hearing the words, the little **** raised her head and looked at Su Chenxian faintly, she nodded her head with bulging cheeks, she was indescribably cute and cute, "Yes! The nest is your baba!"

  Su Chenxian almost spit out a mouthful of aunt's blood, staggered back a few steps like a playful, and sat down on the sofa, with an expression of doubt about life.

   This acting is so exaggerated that it cannot be exaggerated any more.

  Mom is mentally retarded.

Xiao Niipao glanced at the showy deliveryman silently, swallowed the toffee in his small mouth silently, and slowly looked at Xiao Mo, "Old Hei, give the news to King Fu Yan, as long as he agrees to cooperate, tonight At 10:30, Black and White will come forward to save his sister."

   Hearing this, Xiao Mo's gentle smile faded, his eyes darkened, and he asked in surprise, "Master Bai, are you going to explode your identity?"

   Xiao Mo almost knows how many vests Wenbai has.

   The ghost doctor is black and white, and the top genius doctor who is at the peak of medicine is actually Wen Bai.

   "Yeah." Little Nippon nodded and responded very seriously.

  W is going to explode the vest?

   Su Chenxian, who had been deeply involved in the play, jumped up from the sofa, and with a swoosh, he came to the side of the little milk bag, "Are you really Mr. W?!"

   The little guy sighed, and looked at Su Chenxian, who didn't look like Shakespeare, speechlessly, "Did your ears get covered with cake when Wo just answered?"

  The speechless Su Chenxian was blocked by *: "..."

   However, he still can't believe that such a young girl suddenly turned into a little kid...

   "Master Bai, although I don't know what you are planning, I would like to ask one more question, are you really sure?" Xiao Mo's face was very serious and serious, without a trace of jokes.

   Once they cooperate with Fu Chen, then they belong to the side in that circle.

   There is no turning back.

   The little white hand tightened the toffee bag, and the little guy slowly raised his head to look at Xiao Mo, his tone was not impatient, but very firm: "Wo, sure, sure!"

  ——

   In the afternoon, Fu Chen received the cooperation news, contract and materials from Xiao Mo and the others.

  The man who had been irritable for a day, his expression changed suddenly when he learned what conditions and cooperation Xiao Mo had proposed!

   Because he thought of it subconsciously, Xiao Mo threatened him with the little guy.

  But, after seeing the contract...

  Fu's living room.

  Lu Xue sat in front of the man, frowning slightly, looking at Fu Yanwang, who had a veiled expression in front of him, holding a tablet and looking at the contract, not knowing what to say.

   (end of this chapter)