Spoiled: The Face-changing Bride

Dongfang nodded and said, "Well, let's go, go to the study!"

When they got to the study, Murong Yue repeated what she had told the housekeeper to Dongfang Qi, and then she said, "Grandpa, I have such doubts, but I can't get in touch with Hao, so..."

Dongfang nodded and said to Murong Yue, "Well, child, leave this to Grandpa. Don't worry, Hao'er will be fine."

Hearing the old man's answer, Murong Yue could only say that she was relieved for the time being.

She nodded and said, "Okay, I see, Grandpa!"

After Murong Yue went out, Dongfang Hao leaned on the crutches, clasped them together, and tightened them tightly, but Dongfang Qi's vicissitudes of life did not have a trace of cloudy eyes, bursting with a shrewd and sharp light.

He spit out two words coldly, "Nangong!"

Then, he made a phone call!

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african slums

In a small dark room, a woman's voice that seemed to be both painful and joyful was heard from time to time, and then, from time to time, a man's breathless and vent-like voice was heard from time to time.

These two voices intermingled from time to time, making people blush and heartbeat.

It was not long before the sound stopped.

Then, the door of the hut opened with a bang, and three or four tall black people walked away, each with a vented expression of joy.

The four of them seemed to be discussing and reminiscing from time to time.

A black man with white teeth and a lustful expression on his expression said to the others, "This old lady, I didn't expect to be so old to serve men like this, it really makes men want to die! "

The other man nodded in agreement, "That's right. No wonder the man she served didn't look for young and beautiful women, but returned to look for this old woman."

"This old lady can serve men and is cheaper than those young women. In the future, we can come back a few more times."

The others nodded in agreement.

Their voices became more and more indistinct, and their figures became farther and farther away.

When their voices could not be heard and their figures could not be seen, at this moment, two people walked out from the corner of the small dark room where they came out.

A young man who looks a little thin and haggard, with a pale skin that hasn't been exposed to the sun for a long time.

However, this man was sitting in a wheelchair, his hands were clenched, his blue veins jumped up, his eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to be holding back a great deal of anger. It seemed that if he could, he wanted to kill the men just now.

A man behind the wheelchair is tall, wearing a black trench coat, with a high-brimmed hat on his head, the brim of the hat is pulled so low that his face cannot be seen clearly.

Seeing the man in the wheelchair who wanted to jump up, he immediately shouted sternly, "Ji Ronghan, don't be impulsive! Your mother treats men like this every day now, even if you kill a few of them, you can still kill them. Can't you get another man who has **** your mother?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the house of the little black house clucked again and was opened.

Then, a tall, sallow complexion, an elderly woman in her 50s or 60s came out with a small washbasin, which seemed to be pouring water.

However, when she accidentally looked up and saw a person at the corner, the washbasin in her hand fell to the ground with a click, her whole person was dumbfounded and her eyes were unbelievable.

She and Ji Ronghan looked at each other for some time, and then she thumped a few times and ran to the wheelchair man Ji Ronghan's side, her turbid eyes were dripping with tears like rain, her hands were at a loss and she was unbelievably surprised and careful. He asked, "Yes, is it Han'er? Is it Han'er?"