The Stupid Missy Glows Up After Marriage

Meng Ying was not curious. There were still two small children in the room. She didn't dare to move out easily when she hadn't figured out the details of each other.

Such fighting seems to be really common, except for the people outside, the third person's breathing cannot be heard.

After a long time, Meng Ying smelled blood.

The sound of fighting outside has calmed down.

She felt that the person alive now is the more powerful master.

She opened the door.

Just met those familiar eyes.

Nan Sang didn't expect that she would open the door suddenly, and she understood when she saw the fruit knife in her hand.

She was already prepared.

"Ha." Meng Ying looked at him and smiled, "It's you again."

Nan Sang was expressionless and turned around.

"Hey!" Meng Ying stood behind him, "Are you my husband?"

Southern mulberry frowned.

This woman is crazy.

Meng Ying took advantage of the gap where he stopped and walked over and stood in front of him, staring straight into his eyes with winks.

The more you look, the more like it is.

It's basically the same pair of eyes.

There are no special features, but everything inside is the same.

She suddenly started to touch his face.

There are so many magical things in this world, even if it is a mask made of fake human skin, there is no difficulty at all.

Hair can be connected, this is not a problem.

Those eyes are too alike.

Nan Sang hid back and stared at her warily.

"You don't let me make sure for myself, I won't give up." Meng Ying took a step forward, "You don't want to be entangled. Moreover, my husband did something that made me very angry. There is nowhere to be angry. If I believe you, you might be beaten severely."

Meng Ying was coaxing, deceiving and threatening.

Nansang just wanted to say, this woman is really shameless!

Not only shameless, but also difficult.

He told her with his eyes that he could not approach her anymore, otherwise the consequences would be serious.

Meng Ying forced him back steadily.

Suddenly, Meng Ying stopped.

"You are not my husband."

Nan Sang breathed a sigh of relief.

Meng Ying stared at his lips and his Adam's apple.

Actually, it's really similar.

Especially that feeling.

But he is not.

He hasn't spoken all the time, just by this, he can be sure that he is not Mu Yuansheng.

"You have helped me twice, and I should thank you. Do you want to leave a contact information, add a WeChat, and make friends?" Meng Ying took out her mobile phone.

Nansang frowned and ignored it.

Walk away from her again.

Meng Ying: "..."

Forget it.

The twisted melon is not sweet.

Meng Ying raised her eyebrows when she glanced at the man lying on the ground.

Go back to the room and close the door.

...

at this time.

Lan Yu sat on the sofa, smoking a cigar, squinting at the time.

"Mr. Lan, people are dead."

Lan Yu raised her eyes and curled her lips, "I knew that the woman would be killed in Nancheng."

"No. The person we invited died."

"What?" Lan Yu was shocked.

The man said: "It wasn't the woman who killed it."

"Who is that?"

"It's Nansang."

Lan Yu squinted.

How could it be Nansang?

The subordinate said: "The woman entered the gate of South City, and I had arranged for someone to kill her. It was also Nan Sang who suddenly appeared and saved the woman."

"Why should he be nosy?" Lan Yu was suffocated in his chest, and the cigar was tasteless.

"I don't know. Nan Sang is a very low-key person and never intervenes in other matters. But he seems to have a protective desire for this woman."

Lan Yu was anxious.

I thought that if Meng Ying was brought to Nancheng, she would be killed.

Unexpectedly, a Nansang came out halfway.

"No matter what method is used, let Nan Sang stop intervening in this matter." The killing intent in Lan Yu's eyes grew stronger.