He was not satisfied, “Wrong.”

Seasonal Ice whispered to him, “No.”

His eyes suddenly bloomed with a human gleam, “ice ice...” He called her name in a soft voice that was soft.

A night of precipitating...

This evening, there was almost no good rest, and the seasonal ice drinking had been tired and sleeping.

He dressed himself, gently took the door lock, and as soon as he came out of the room, he saw the housekeeper Rapp coming.He looked at him and said, "Before I came back, madam wouldn't go out."

Rapp's face changed dramatically.“Yes.”

This is the first time that the title of the lady described the season of drinking ice.

His words are the identity of the seasonal ice at home.

Since then, no one has dared to contradict her words.

Rapp bowed his head deeply and offered to leave.

Downstairs, everyone is there.

The words came downstairs at last, and in spite of his cold face, the satisfaction in those eyes and the scratches on his neck were written brightly on his face.

Joe gave a surprised look.

Obviously from yesterday's season's drinking ice attitude to the words, she still a love to answer the look, how a night, two people roll together?

It was the old driver who showed such a look.

A group of people ate breakfast.

He put down his chopsticks and went to the kitchen, where he said only one word to the cook, "Madame wakes up at about ten o'clock, and has breakfast ready."

“Yes.”

The cook was shocked.

It seems that the rumors are true, and Mr. Yanuo is really affectionate to the untouchables who came out of the slum.He didn’t care about her birth!The woman with the name of the season is very happy.

He walked out of the kitchen and killed with a face.

“I’m going to the Golden Triangle now, and I’ll be back at about six o’clock tonight.Wait for my news.”After that, he nodded his head at Wu Jia and left.

Wu Jia is grateful.

He took his own confidant and took a special plane to the Golden Triangle.

Joe went to their room with Wu Jia.

Wei Shuyi fell asleep, his face was waxy and yellow, and his body was thinner and thinner.Joey saw him like this, and his heart was not very good."Sister, benevolent, he is very good, and he will bring back Fu Fu."

Wu Jia is a drug police officer, and he does not understand the number of people who speak.

Dealing with the words is the group of people of the National Security Bureau, according to the qualifications of Wu Jia, and still can't touch the big people like them.She had to put all her hope in words.

He felt like he opened his eyes.

Suffering from the pain, his eyes were not as bright as ever.

He was like a dying old man.

“The first day today?”Every day, it is a stolen time, and Wei Shuyi does not have much hope for himself to live.

Wu Jiaren said, "Three days."

She went to the bed and bent over to Wei Shuyi.I found that the man's legs in the palm of his hand had little meat, and the only meat was soft.Wu Jiaren almost did not hold back, crying in front of Wei Shuyi.Fortunately, she also knew that she could not cry in front of Wei Shuyi, which would increase the burden on his heart, so she could only endure.

Wei Shuyi said, "If there is no way, send me back."

He looked out the window and said, "I really want to choose a place of death, I hope it's in my country."To die in a foreign country is too bitter.

The leaves will eventually return to the roots, wanderers miss their hometown, only to go abroad for two days, he even thought of his hometown.

“It will not die.”

Wu Jiaren could not hear him say dead words.

Wei Shuyi really stopped talking.

Jostok quietly withdrew from the room, and she found Fang Yusheng in the garden behind the manor.He was teaching them to distinguish the difference between roses and the seasons.

Fang Zijia said, "The rose is red, and the moon is a little lighter."

Fang Yusheng looked at the eldest son and asked him, “What do you think of the journey?”

He said, "The demonic, dangerous, thorny, is the rose."As for the monthly season, he can’t describe it.

Fang Zikai took another word, "the color is light, the long is safe, the thorny is small, it is the moon."

Joey listened to the right-hand man in his mouth.

This guy is this guy...

Fang Yusheng slapped and shouted over the heads of the two boys, he said, "The boys talk about what the moon and the roses, the ladies are shaky..."

This time, even the path could not resist."But Dad, you asked that question."

“Do I have?”Selective memory loss.

"You have, Dad, and I heard my brother."

Fang Yusheng quietly opened the topic, he said, "I think this manor is very good, what do you think?"

“It looks good.”Fang Zi nodded, he looked up at his handsome and handsome father, smiled and asked, "Then Dad will build us a villa like this?"

The meat hurt a little.

The money...

"No, that's your job."Fang Yusheng shook his head and said.

“Me?”He asked, “Why is it my job?”

“When I was a kid, my dad built a big house to raise you.When you grow up, you will build a luxury estate for your mother and father."He touched the heads of his two sons and taught them solemnly, “Respect your parents, just send the house to your parents, you understand?”

Fang Zicheng said clearly, Fang Zi thought about it, but said, "I don't understand, I think it takes a lot of money to build such a big house..." Fangzi said, "I am a little... reluctant."

Fang Yusheng almost spit out an old blood.

He had been disgusted before.

Because there is no one like him!As a result, although Fangzi Kai did not inherit his character and the beauty of the world, he inherited his style of attack!

This...

Fang Yusheng turned back and saw that Qiao Weixi was standing behind him, looking at him with a smiley expression.

It is as if to say: It is really your seed, and the door has come home.

Fang Yusheng was rarely embarrassed.

“Mother!”

When I saw Joey, the two little guys ran toward her.Fang Zicheng pulled up the corner of Qiao's clothes and frowned and asked her, "Will Uncle Wei die?"When he mentioned the dead words, the tone seemed to be lighter.

In the end, he is also a child, although it is not quite clear what death is, but also instinctively resistant to death.

Joe bent down and looked at the two children, and she said, "No, Uncle Wei is a good man, a good man can live a hundred years."

The way is loud.

Fang Zikai said, "That white sutny chai is also a good person, and he has not been crushed in the Leifeng Tower."

Joey: “You’re deliberately dismantling the platform, aren’t you?”

“What is the demolition?”He was curious and didn’t know how much he had just said a word.

Fang Zicheng looked at him, and he said, "Watch less TV, read more books."