Chapter 1687
Wankun is very rich, very rich. I'm afraid he doesn't even know how rich he is.
Although Yuntian doesn't know how rich wankun is, he has been to Wanfu and seen the luxury of Wanfu.
He was thinking, maybe he should buy a decent mansion, otherwise, what should he compete with wankun?
"Yuntian, wankun? Why are you here? " Nianwen trots over, blushing.
Wan Kun's indifferent face suddenly softened and said with a smile, "I just came here and met Brother Yun, so I said a few words."
Nian Wen asked him, "have you had dinner?"
Wan Kun shook his head and frowned slightly: "there was a party last night. I drank too much. Don't talk about lunch. I didn't eat breakfast."
Read the text ah, hurriedly took Wan Kun's hand: "then go, my mother today made a few dishes, are you love you." She took Wan Kun by the hand and turned her face to the sky. "Come on, you haven't tasted my mother's skill yet."
Cloud sky eyes light dim, eyes involuntarily fall on her hand and WAN Kun pull together, the smile on the face is light, do not see what mood, "good!"
Nianwen leads wankun to the front, and Yuntian follows him silently. His eyes are always in their hands. He wants to pull them apart.
He didn't do it. If he would have done it a year ago, but now he won't. in one year, he learned many things, such as being a man, to win a girl's heart, he should always keep his own demeanor in front of her, show her the best side of himself, and don't let her think he is a small bellied man.
In the partial Hall of Baoyue house, Rongyue and Zheng Zhongwen have already sat at the table, which is full of dishes with all colors, flavors and flavors.
Nianwen looses wankun's hand, runs to Zheng Zhongwen's side, sits next to his father: "Dad, I haven't seen you for several days, so you can count on going home."
Zheng Zhongwen reached out his hand and rubbed the top of Nianwen's hair. He said with a smile, "Dad has been busy with the case of the little blacksmith these days. It's only today that the case is closed."
Speaking of the case, Nianwen immediately became interested: "Dad, tell me about it. Is that little blacksmith the philanderer we are looking for?"
"Yes, it is not," said Zheng
Wankun and Yuntian sat down in the empty seat. Wankun asked, "what do you say? Why not? "
Zheng Zhongwen sighed: "you can't imagine what we found in the blacksmith shop when we broke it."
Dissolves the moon white his one eye, does not have the good airway: "you don't want to sell off, want to give the person to die urgently?"
"Read text also pouted:" is, father is clear is intentional, give our appetite to hang foot, just don't say happily
Zheng Zhongwen laughs: "well, I say, I say not yet? I just want to play with you, but you've come up against it. "
That day, after they opened the blacksmith's shop, they found a man in the blacksmith's shop. No, it was two people, one alive and one dead.
two lives as like as two peas, one is the blacksmith shop owner, the other is the twin brother of a mother Smith.
Mo blacksmith was dead, but his brother kept his body with a special powder. He put it in the inner room of the blacksmith's shop. In that room, there were many women's pants, which were the pants and skirts of the women they killed.
Although Yuntian doesn't know how rich wankun is, he has been to Wanfu and seen the luxury of Wanfu.
He was thinking, maybe he should buy a decent mansion, otherwise, what should he compete with wankun?
"Yuntian, wankun? Why are you here? " Nianwen trots over, blushing.
Wan Kun's indifferent face suddenly softened and said with a smile, "I just came here and met Brother Yun, so I said a few words."
Nian Wen asked him, "have you had dinner?"
Wan Kun shook his head and frowned slightly: "there was a party last night. I drank too much. Don't talk about lunch. I didn't eat breakfast."
Read the text ah, hurriedly took Wan Kun's hand: "then go, my mother today made a few dishes, are you love you." She took Wan Kun by the hand and turned her face to the sky. "Come on, you haven't tasted my mother's skill yet."
Cloud sky eyes light dim, eyes involuntarily fall on her hand and WAN Kun pull together, the smile on the face is light, do not see what mood, "good!"
Nianwen leads wankun to the front, and Yuntian follows him silently. His eyes are always in their hands. He wants to pull them apart.
He didn't do it. If he would have done it a year ago, but now he won't. in one year, he learned many things, such as being a man, to win a girl's heart, he should always keep his own demeanor in front of her, show her the best side of himself, and don't let her think he is a small bellied man.
In the partial Hall of Baoyue house, Rongyue and Zheng Zhongwen have already sat at the table, which is full of dishes with all colors, flavors and flavors.
Nianwen looses wankun's hand, runs to Zheng Zhongwen's side, sits next to his father: "Dad, I haven't seen you for several days, so you can count on going home."
Zheng Zhongwen reached out his hand and rubbed the top of Nianwen's hair. He said with a smile, "Dad has been busy with the case of the little blacksmith these days. It's only today that the case is closed."
Speaking of the case, Nianwen immediately became interested: "Dad, tell me about it. Is that little blacksmith the philanderer we are looking for?"
"Yes, it is not," said Zheng
Wankun and Yuntian sat down in the empty seat. Wankun asked, "what do you say? Why not? "
Zheng Zhongwen sighed: "you can't imagine what we found in the blacksmith shop when we broke it."
Dissolves the moon white his one eye, does not have the good airway: "you don't want to sell off, want to give the person to die urgently?"
"Read text also pouted:" is, father is clear is intentional, give our appetite to hang foot, just don't say happily
Zheng Zhongwen laughs: "well, I say, I say not yet? I just want to play with you, but you've come up against it. "
That day, after they opened the blacksmith's shop, they found a man in the blacksmith's shop. No, it was two people, one alive and one dead.
two lives as like as two peas, one is the blacksmith shop owner, the other is the twin brother of a mother Smith.
Mo blacksmith was dead, but his brother kept his body with a special powder. He put it in the inner room of the blacksmith's shop. In that room, there were many women's pants, which were the pants and skirts of the women they killed.