Sick Master Fu's little flirtatious tits are fierce and sweet

Wen Xiaorou hugged Fu Hongyun's waist with both hands, rubbed against his arms, and nodded: "Yeah!"

Fu Hongyun glanced at Wen Qihan, his eyes turned from warm to cold in an instant, with murderous aura mixed with disdain, which made people shudder.

He aimed the gun at Wen Qihan's head.

Wen Qihan shuddered.

seconds...

He shouted hoarsely: "I'm sorry! Sister Xiaorou!"

"I was wrong to offend you today, and I apologize to you."

"Please forgive me!"

"I'm here to send an invitation today. Tomorrow is my father's [-]th birthday. I specifically asked me to invite you to the banquet."

"Mom and Dad miss you very much! If you and Brother Yun can go, they will be very happy."

"I'm done, I'm leaving."

Wen Qihan ran out at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint, and when he passed the threshold, he fell and ate shit.

Fu Hongyun's expression was indifferent, showing no emotion.

He played with the gun in his hand, and the pistol spun a few times on the back of his beautiful hand, and then fell back firmly into the palm of his hand.

After a while, he tentatively asked: "Rourou, do you want to go to Wen's house?"

In fact, in Fu Hongyun's heart, she could not judge Wen Xiaorou's attitude towards the Wen family.

He knew that this Wen Xiaorou was not that Wen Xiaorou.

Emotionally speaking, the girl in his arms has no nostalgia for the Wen family.

The Wen family has no nostalgia for her.

Wen Qihan just said what Wen's parents missed Wen Xiaorou very much, and wanted Wen Xiaorou to go back and wait, blah blah blah.

It's all fake...

If Wen's parents really cared about this so much, why didn't the daughter who grew up in the mountain village come and pick her up in person?

Wen's house is not far from Fu's house, have they ever come to meet the girl?

no……

They never cared about this girl.

Then what is the purpose of suddenly inviting the girl back to Wen's house this time?

Fu Hongyun clearly knew that the Wen family's goal was him!

On the surface, they said they were inviting the girl, but actually they wanted Fu Hongyun to accompany the girl.

This banquet invitation is a Hongmen banquet!

Those cunning and cunning old foxes of the Wen family must have made a plan and waited for him to throw himself into the trap.

The moment Fu Hongyun saw Wen Qihan, he saw through the ulterior motives of Wen's parents.

But he still wants to go.

Because he had an intuition that the supernatural person imprisoned in the Wen family's underground castle might be related to his girl.

Fu Hongyun is very concerned about everything about girls.

He is willing to overcome obstacles for her, and he wants to protect her forever.

It's just that Fu Hongyun is not sure yet, does his girl want to go?

Wen Xiaorou lay lazily in the man's arms, her big agile eyes glanced at the invitation card that was thrown to the ground.

Housekeeper Zhang understood, picked up the big red invitation card from the ground, and handed it to the girl.

Wen Xiaorou took the invitation, glanced at it lightly, and said leisurely: "Honey, Rourou wants to go."

Fu Hongyun kissed her soft long hair: "Okay, let's go together."

Wen Chunyang's [-]th birthday banquet hall.

The house was full of distinguished guests, drinking wine and raising wine.

Everyone in the entire empire knows that there are four big plutocratic families in the empire, namely the Fu family, the Wen family, the Xiao family, and the Shen family.

Among them, the most powerful consortium is the Fu family. The family is huge and spread all over the empire. They are powerful and wealthy.

Compared with the other three families, the wealth and strength of the Wen family is the weakest.

The Wen family is also not good at doing business, but because there is a mysterious force behind it, it has become an existence that no one dares to provoke.

Because those who oppose their family will end up cutting off their children and grandchildren, and they will die badly.

Today's Wen Chunyang's birthday party, basically everyone from the entire empire came.

The guests were dressed luxuriously and held champagne in their hands. They were casually courteous in the living room, trying to build relationships with each other and discuss business with others.

The protagonist of the banquet, Wen Chunyang, did not show up in the hall.

A handsome 50-year-old man is sitting in the box, smoking a cigar lazily, puffing his clouds, feeling very happy.

Wen Chunyang is notoriously good-faced, airy, and a typical representative of lack of ability and strong vanity.

Fortunately, the family has a rich family background, and the ancestors left them a close reliance.

Wen Chunyang squinted his eyes slightly, took another puff of cigarette, and white smoke came out of his mouth, filling the whole room.

The waiter standing by looked at his watch. The banquet had already started for an hour, and the old man still didn't intend to show up.

He remembered his wife's explanation that he must urge the master to show up for the banquet on time.

Otherwise, he will be skinned.

The waiter shook his head and reminded in a whisper: "Master, it's time to go to the hall."

Wen Chunyang took another sip of his cigar, exhaled a string of smoke rings, and cast a cold glance at the waiter standing beside him, his voice calm and majestic.

"come here……"

The waiter lowered his head and stood in front of Wen Chunyang.

Wen Chunyang's voice was calm: "Stretch out your hand."

The waiter stretched out his left hand tremblingly.

Wen Chunyang pressed the burning cigar on the palm of the waiter.

Noisy!

There was a smell of burnt meat coming from the house.

A thin layer of sweat instantly appeared on the waiter's head, his brows were tightly frowned, and he kept his mouth tightly shut, not daring to make a sound.

Wen Chunyang let go of his hand, and poured the remaining half of the cigar into the red-burning palm of the waiter.

He spoke lightly, with a gloomy and strange tone: "Does it hurt?"

The waiter's voice trembled: "It doesn't hurt!"

Wen Chunyang cast a glance at the waiter, and said in a leisurely tone, "If it doesn't hurt, just clean up your expression and grin your teeth. When others see it, they think I'm abusing you."

The waiter tried his best to manage his expression, and silently walked to the side holding a cigar.

Wen Chunyang crossed Erlang's legs and looked at the waiter standing aside.

The more you look at it, the more unpleasant it becomes.

Didn't it just get burned?

As for the pain?

Grinning his teeth and sweating, he is really a weak chicken who doesn't take things seriously.

None of them deserve to be his Wen family's servant.

Wen Chunyang snapped his fingers, and two eight-foot bodyguards with leopard heads and eyes around walked in.

The faces of the two were dull, their faces were pale, and their lips lacked a trace of blood. They were like puppets without self-awareness and being manipulated by others.

The bodyguard bowed ninety degrees to Wen Chunyang, and respectfully said, "Master, what are your orders?"

Wen Chunyang held up the champagne, took a sip, and pointed to the waiter standing aside: "Take him to the underground castle and give him an injection of enhancer to replenish his body."

Hearing this, the waiter knelt down on the ground with a plop, and slammed his head heavily on the floor, knocking his head several times until a bloodstain on his head flowed down his face.

"My lord, spare my life! My lord, spare my life!"

"I don't want to be a monster, I just want to be an ordinary person!"

"You are very kind, please forgive me."

Wen Chunyang clicked his tongue a few times: "I don't know what is good or bad, I will give you a booster for free, you still despise it!"

"The wings are stiff, aren't they?"

"I will cut off your tongue again."

The waiter knelt down on the ground, crying silently in tears.

Wen Chunyang raised his finger, and the two bodyguards dragged the waiter out with one arm each.

Wen Chunyang glanced at the time and finally stood up.

Although the man was nearly fifty years old, he was still very handsome and well maintained.

Whether it is face or figure, there is no trace of 50 years old at all, but he looks like a 28-year-old young man.

Wen Chunyang went to the mirror, straightened his expensive suit, looked at that perfect face, and couldn't help sighing.

"I am really grateful to my eight generations of ancestors."

"Born me so handsome!"

"Tsk, so handsome!"