After getting married, he became the favorite of the boss

Fengjiao was sneaky, tiptoeing to sneak to the side.

Xiang Ling'an stretched out his long arms, grabbed her by the collar easily, and asked with a tigery face, "Where are you going?"

Fengjiao turned to look at him, and laughed dryly: "Isn't this the third urgent thing people have, I want to go to the toilet."

Xiang Ling'an snorted, "That's what you said when you lied to me just now, but you came to the small garden to go to the toilet?"

Feng Jiao: "..."

Fengjiao thumped vigorously in his hand, trying to escape from Xiang Ling'an's grasp, and said stiffly: "That's different, I was playing the trumpet just now, and I'm going to play the big one now."

Xiang Ling'an sneered, raised his hand without hesitation, and patted in her direction.

He originally wanted to pat Fengjiao's head lightly.

Naihe Fengjiao was afraid that he would hit her, so she raised her hands to hold her forehead, subconsciously bowed down, and made a curled up movement.

A crisp "pop" sound.

Xiang Ling'an patted Fengjiao's buttocks.

Xiang Ling'an froze.

Fengjiao froze.

The air was very quiet for a while.

Fengjiao turned her head to look at Xiang Ling'an in disbelief, a thick crimson color was visible on her fair face, she was ashamed and angry: "You, you!"

Xiang Ling'an quickly let go of Fengjiao, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, his ears were red, and he stammered to explain: "I, I didn't do it on purpose!"

Fengjiao felt ashamed and glared at him angrily: "It wasn't on purpose! You did it on purpose!"

She stepped forward angrily, raised her foot and stomped on Xiang Ling'an: "Xiang Ling'an! You are a big pervert! Big hooligan!"

She stepped on it very hard, and Xiang Ling'an's face was flushed and distorted in pain. She screamed and jumped aside with one foot: "Oh, oh, it hurts me to death."

"It deserves it!" Feng Jiao glared at him fiercely, turned her head and ran away quickly.

The moment she turned her head, Fengjiao couldn't help curling her lips.

Taking advantage of this opportunity to escape from Xiang Ling'an, he would have no way to settle accounts with her.

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Xiang Ling An wanted to catch up and apologize to Fengjiao, but his feet hurt so much, he had no choice but to stand alone and endure the pain.

He looked at the hand that touched Fengjiao just now with a complex expression, his fingers curled up slightly.

Tsk, this is also the first time he touched a woman... Uh, that place.

It feels...not bad.

Fengjiao's reaction is so big, she must be very concerned, and she will definitely not accept an apology.

Rather than...

He is responsible for her.

Xiang Ling'an thought about it, and couldn't help but nodded.

Anyway, he is also a good man who has a lot of money and takes care of his family very much.

Fengjiao is not losing money on this deal!

That's it.

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On the other side, inside the private hospital under the Crowley family.

Jovan sat on the bed wearing soft short sleeves, his exposed skin was covered with scratches.

All of them were captured by himself.

At this time, he was sitting against the head of the bed, his face was unusually red, his brows were stretched, and he looked very satisfied and lazy.

When Lerol pushed away from the ward and walked in, the lazy Yovan jumped up instantly, trying to hide the things on the head of the bed: "Brother, you, why are you here?"

He moved slowly, and Lerol quickly saw what he was trying to hide.

Syringe.

Lerol's face darkened instantly, and he strode forward, grabbed Jovan's wrist forcefully, took the syringe from his hand and asked sharply, "Who allowed you to touch this?"

The Crowley family does have an industry that is suspected of being a gray industry.

But within the family, it is absolutely forbidden for the clansmen to touch it!

After all, they are in this business, and they know how terrible it will be if they touch this kind of thing!

But now Jowan actually got involved!

Yue Wan flinched from his yelling, and said aggrieved and sad: "I'm so uncomfortable, tranquilizers and anesthetics don't work for me at all, so I couldn't help but take a little bit..."

Jovan pulled his hand away from Leroel's very displeasedly: "Don't talk about me, brother, have you caught that woman? I want her to taste my pain!"

At the end, Yue Wan couldn't help gnashing his teeth, wishing he could eat Shen Yanhe who poisoned him.

Lerol looked at Yue Wan with a sullen face and said, "Do you know who the woman you provoked is?"

Jowan pouted, raised his hand and scratched his face: "Who else could it be? Isn't it just an ordinary oriental woman?"

"She's the chief snare's woman."

Yue Wan's eyes widened instantly, his face was full of astonishment, and his voice couldn't help raising his voice: "The woman of the chief snare? This is impossible!"

If she was the chief snare woman, why did she bring a man with her when she traveled?

Shouldn't he come out with a group of bodyguards like him?

As soon as he finished speaking, Leroel's men opened the door and walked in: "Young Master, there is a reply from Snare."

Leroel took a deep breath, suppressed the desire to directly kill Jovan, and said coldly, "What did they say?"

The subordinate hesitated to speak, glanced at him cautiously, lowered his head and said, "He told us to get out."

There was a moment of silence in the ward.

Lerol looked calm, but his green eyes were cloudy and cold, and the air pressure around his body was so low that his subordinates couldn't help shivering, not daring to breathe.

Yue Wan's eyes widened, and he couldn't help shouting: "Snare is too arrogant! I am the one who suffered the crime! How dare they let us go!"

"Brother! We must let Snare know how powerful our Crowley family is!"

Lerol also sneered, and said coldly: "Snare is really as insolent as ever."

He had already given snare two solutions, but instead of choosing them, they let them go with such a bad attitude. Do you really think that the Crowley family is made of mud?

"Order." Leroel looked at his subordinates, and said in a cold voice, "Take a chance and tie that woman here."

He must take Jovan's antidote.

That woman, he must also be tied!

He didn't believe that snare could really start a war with their Crowley family because of a woman.

The subordinate nodded respectfully: "Yes."

At the end he said: "People from the Immortal organization found out about Young Master Yue Wan, and sent a message to our people, saying that they were able to detoxify Young Master Yue Wan."

"But the condition for detoxification is to sell the medicinal materials to them at a price of [-] million, young master, do we want to..."

"Let them go." Lerol's face was cold and his eyes were stern: "It's not like any cat or dog can take advantage of Crowley."

The subordinate nodded: "Yes, I will reply to them now."

While Lerol was talking with his men, Jovan started to itch again.

He couldn't bear to pick up the syringe and wanted to prick his hand, but Lerol grabbed his wrist, took the syringe from his hand, and looked at him with extremely gloomy eyes: "Listen, Jovan. "

"Let me see you touch this kind of thing again, and I will destroy you first."

Yue Wan shook his body, endured the itching on his body, nodded his head, and said fawningly: "Don't worry, brother, I won't touch it again."

Leroel gave him a cold look, turned and left holding the syringe: "Take care of Master Jowan."

The bodyguard nodded: "Yes."