MTL - The Little Devil of Mr. Wen is Bewitching the World-Chapter 234 One vote two votes to debut tomorrow

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   Chapter 234 One vote, two votes to debut tomorrow

   She was already familiar with the door to the lounge, and lay down flat after eating and drinking.

   pinched the fat on his belly.

   Staring at the ceiling in thought.

   Has she been too indulgent recently, and has no self-consciousness as a female star at all.

   You can’t go on like this. Next time you can only eat a few bites at night, you can just beat your teeth.

   At the end, he added a sentence to himself.

   It takes a few big bites.

   After she fell asleep, she didn't know that Wen Fucheng had left the company once.

   Zhang Yang was in charge of driving the car, and the man in the back seat looked like water.

   At the police station, Jiang Yanlu was still sleeping soundly.

   was the driver, a big man wiped his tears and cried sadly. He also complained in dialect and hiccups.

"I had just finished delivering an order, and I saw him beckoning when I was walking XX road. I thought it was another customer, so I parked the car on the side of the road. Wait for him to come up, good guy. He didn't give me any reaction at all. Time. Pulled open my car door and kicked me out of the car. Drive and run! He's too bold, police uncle, you must avenge me. Oh no, it's my revenge! "

   Zhang Yang woke up Jiang Yanlu.

   He didn't seem to worry about why Wen Fucheng appeared here.

   also dared to say jokingly.

   "I'm so sorry to delay your beautiful day."

   "Do you think I really can't do anything about you?"

   "It's not that you can't do anything about me, but you are reluctant to do anything with me."

  Jiang Yanlu laughs at evil, and it is rare for him to be naive only when he corresponds to the scene.

  Wen Fucheng has not cleaned up a person for a long time. If Wen Yue was here, he would have said Jiang Yanlu deserved it.

   The corners of his mouth were painted, and he was kicked in the stomach.

   was so frightened that the taxi driver stopped crying.

   "Then what, I don't think he did it on purpose. If you beat him lightly, don't knock people out."

   The driver was a little frightened. I was very angry at first, but later I heard that this person is to carry a girl.

   I couldn't help but feel a little moved.

   Jiang Yanlu! The more frustrated he became, the more courageous he became, for fear that Wen Fucheng wouldn't be able to beat him to death.

   dare to add fuel to the fire.

   "Who said I didn't mean it, I am! The girl I want to carry is his wife."

   This is a family ethics drama.

  The driver couldn't stand it any longer.

   beat, beat to death, he also wanted to go up to make up his feet, it was too irritating.

  The two sides reconciled, Zhang Yang stayed behind to deal with the aftermath, and Jiang Yanlu walked behind Wen Fucheng.

   Jiang Yanlu whistled and strode forward, passing Wen Fucheng.

"where to?"

  The sky and the earth are big, he can go wherever he wants.

   is not happy to be by his side anyway.

   Only Wen Yue, Han Han, likes to listen to his words.

   "Your father has spoken to me on the phone, and I hope you will go back to receive treatment. If you don't see you in country M within a month, someone will come to China to pick you up and take you home in person. You must have this consciousness until that day."

  Wait for Zhang Yang to come out.

   Drive straight away.

   Jiang Yanlu stood on the side of the road and was ruthlessly abandoned.

   Ying Jing did not know the **** storm that happened that night.

   When he woke up from this sleep, he was still by his side, sleeping deeply with his eyes closed.

   Fingertips gently brushed his eyebrows.

   put a sticker in his arms, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

  Wen Fucheng's arms seemed to have a small stove in his arms, which woke him up.

   Turned down the temperature of the air conditioner. I went back too late last night, and I have only slept for more than three hours until now.

  Crispy nephrite in his arms, he also wanted to stay in bed.

  The two dawdled until ten o'clock.

When    came out of Wen's Building, Shevis kindly reminded her.

   "While there's still time to waste at the end, stay warm with your husband and pack you into the crew as soon as the finals are over."

   He was not at all surprised to see the scene here.

   She hasn't stayed at that hotel a few times.

   Shevis came to the company to find Wen Fucheng and left without accompanying Yingjing.

  The man sat at the table in a suit and leather shoes after dinner. When Xavius ​​approached, he already knew the other party's intentions.

   "Jiang Yanlu went to find you?"

   rubbed his aching temples, and didn't sleep well all night.

   "I've scolded you for several hours, and I didn't sleep until the sun rose. What did you plan to do? If you really want to keep this scourge in the imperial capital, he's someone who can't be tied down by his father."

   Jiang Yanlu was unwilling to receive treatment, which turned the whole Jiang family upside down.

  For now, his disease can only be treated conservatively, and if the time is delayed, it will last three to five years.

   After three or five years, it may be delayed for another year or two.

   It's just how ugly he was back then. Hair falls out, a person is out of shape, and a person may become weak and unable to support a wheelchair.

What is the difference between    and a bird with broken wings.

   His illness cannot be cured at present.

  No one knows how many illnesses he endured on the way back on this exotic journey.

   Circumstances are his only obsession with this world.

   Now this obsession seems to be slowly dissipating.

   "Someone has come from the Jiang family."

   Then he was even more worried.

  Who doesn't know that Jiang Yanlu dares to cut himself when he is crazy, let alone a Jiang family, he will not appear here now if he can take it seriously.

   Shortly after Shevis left.

  Wen Fucheng's cell phone rang, which was a reminder to go to the hotel.

   He lowered his head to reply.

   Full of patience.

   At that time, the morning sun just fell on the earth, and accidentally shone on the gentle and loving side of the man.

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   He closed his phone and ordered breakfast for Ying Zenan.

   "Brother, why didn't you tell me when you came to the imperial capital? I'm going to pick you up!"

   Ying Zenan was on a temporary business trip to the imperial capital.

  The schedule is tight, and I want to see her when I pass by the hotel where Yingjing is staying, so I can make time for breakfast.

   "What? It's my brother's fault for not reporting your itinerary in advance?" With a husband, I still remember having an older brother, so I'm busy. She had long forgotten her brother a hundred and eight thousand miles away.

   "That said, brother, I'm not that kind of person. I don't work hard to make money to repay you. Without you, I wouldn't be where I am today."

  Return?

   Or save it.

   Where is the reward! Simply revenge.

   "How was the game recently?"

   "You didn't see it."

   Ying Zenan gave her a sideways glance.

   "You think I'll have the time to watch these little **** variety shows."

  What a small variety show, that's what I said.

   This show is the hottest this year, and the ratings far exceed many programs.

   "You really didn't see it?"

   "No. I'm busy."

  Oh~

   Then she must have met a fake brother.

   Shen Qiurong also specially sent her a video. In the video, Ying Zenan watched the live broadcast intently.

   and also reminded my old father and mother to vote for my sister.

   also mobilized everyone in the Ying family to vote for his sister.

   Even the young masters in the circle didn't let go.

   A group of people used to be lavish.

   Now squat at home and share the link to vote for Yingjia sister.

   A group of rich second-generations send the same link every day, and those who don’t know it think there is a big business alliance.

   is comparable to the kindergarten pupils' performances, parents' WeChat Moments, and voting.

   (end of this chapter)