The cry came faintly from the depths of King Xiao's mansion, and in the middle of the dark and windy night of this month, it showed a bit of misery and misery. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The end of the road is nothing more than that.

Since ancient times, the king has been defeated, and the defeated can only hide in the horns to heal their wounds forever.

An Audi sedan was quietly parked on the side of the unmanned highway, and a long man suddenly appeared on the road without street lights.

The white figure walked quickly to the side of the car, pulled the door and got into the passenger seat.

"Done?" Wen Wanting looked at him a little nervously.

"Haha, it's as easy as a flip stick. Ye Fan smiled and waved: "Drive!"

Looking at the man's confident expression, Wen Wanting smiled slightly and started the car.

It turned out that the person who had just pretended to be Jiang Yuan was Ye Fan, and there were two intentions for doing so.

First, the heart of guarding against people is indispensable, he wants to verify whether what Xiao Tianxi said is true, and second, break with the Xiao family in the tone of the Jiang family's cultivator, and the Xiao family will no longer have any thoughts of non-separation. When a person who is in a desperate situation is faced with the only straw that saves his life, even if this straw comes from the hands of the enemy, I am afraid that he will firmly grasp it and not let go.

"Xiaofan, do you have any acquaintances in Moscow?" Wen Wanting asked softly.

"Nope. Ye Fan took off his white coat, regained his relaxed look, and pretended to be Jiang Yuan, which was not difficult for him, just a slight change in his appearance and voice, and he pretended to be vivid, and the terrifying momentum of the innate master was released, so that Xiao Mushan, an old fox, could not distinguish the real from the fake.

Wen Wanting thought for a moment and said, "Why don't I introduce you to an official of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?" The ambassador and counselor in Moscow have a good relationship with me, and I just transferred from the Asian Department last week. ”

"It's fine. Give me his contact information, and I'll bother him if necessary. "When you go out, one more friend is more secure, although Ye Fan is not worried about his safety, he can feel the kindness of a woman, and he is unwilling to refuse.

"Okay, I'll call him and let him know about it. Wen Wanting smiled, her eyebrows full of the gentleness and charm of a little woman.

The car sped on the unmanned highway, and at three o'clock in the evening, a man and a woman both returned to the love nest.

From Taipei to Songshi, and then rushed to Maoshan, and then flew to the capital, day and night, Ye Fan crossed thousands of kilometers, settled down after his death, and temporarily had no worries.

This time, he was on his own.

"Didn't stew soup tonight, did you?" Entering the room, Ye Fan stretched out his head to look at the bedroom, and couldn't help but be a little stunned, the sheets and bedding were all new, the pink covers and gauze curtains were fragrant, and the room was full of warmth.

"No, you're in too much of a hurry, why don't you cook you noodles?" Wen Wanting's cheeks were slightly red, and she took his hand and asked softly.

"Isn't this ready-made?" Ye Fan smiled and took the woman into his arms.

Wen Wanting raised her slightly shy face and said coquettishly: "Ah, what is ready-made?"

Ye Fan smiled evilly, and wrapped his hands around her waist.

Wen Wanting was stunned for two seconds, suddenly realized, and said angrily: "You hate it to death!"

January lovesickness, lingering affection, turned into tonight's not drunk

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