Chapter 672 Psychiatric Prison Murderer No. 036 (106)

But at this time, no one knew that the lingering Bai Yueguang in Mr. Bo's heart was back.

Jiaoyang seems to particularly enjoy spending time with Sriyan during this period.

Maybe it's because he is the only person left behind on this trip to a foreign country, maybe this perverted guy has the aura of the two of his kind, Jiaoyang is recalling Qiao Yin and Fu Leistlin through him, or maybe

, she simply discovered Sriya'an's kindness at this time.

So she acted extra clingy.

Every time Fu Chiran came to see her, he heard her sweet voice coming from various places in the house.

"Sriyaan!"

"Sriyan."

"Sriyan."

Sometimes they cook together, sometimes they play boo together, sometimes they hug each other tightly, clinging to each other on the sofa, and they have just gotten up when they see him.

Fu Chiran did not shy away from these things, but on the contrary, he started to get angry.

"You just can't let go of this foreign man who has nothing. I didn't expect that after you went abroad, your taste became heavy."

He now began to feel that he was too prescient in asking Bo Yunli to come over. They could join forces and kick away this perverted serial murderer who appeared out of nowhere, and then compete again.

"It's not a strong statement to like Sriyan."

Jiaoyang blinked, her tone was somewhat defensive, and she pushed Sriyaan in front of Fu Qiran, "Look, how good-looking he is. Foreign mixed-race men are different after all."

The foreigner had just finished making love with her. His long blond hair was scattered, his green eyes were filled with mist, especially the provocative slight hook at the corners of his lips, which all showed his clamor as a winner.

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Fu Qiran came up with a mouthful of old blood and almost spit it out.

What did she say to him when she was No. 3?

All perverts deserve to die. Anyone who likes perverts has something wrong with their brains.

Who is she now? Or is Sriyaan special to her?

Fu Qiran couldn't help but turn around and glanced at the proud gringo with a smile on his face.

During this time, he ate his food, slept with his people, and dominated his people.

Oh, the way they look now, they really look like their wife brought back a pretty boy, and then told her husband that he must take care of the pretty boy just like he raised her.

Why?

No matter what, let him get out of here as soon as possible!

This is his fucking house!

How can this guy be so thick-skinned? He is a criminal who licks blood from his knife. How does he really think he is a pretty boy? What's more, he is wanted on domestic and foreign warrants. It is best to stay away from his little girl.

Stay away from me, don't let her get involved if something goes wrong.

Fu Qiran took a deep breath, trying his best to ignore the smug face of Sriyaan next to him, raised the corners of his lips, and looked at Jiaoyang: "Jiaoyang, your old acquaintance is here, and he wants to see you."

In fact, Bo Yunli had been here a long time ago, and he had come several times, but he kept stopping him.

Although he had been informed, Fu Chiran did not intend for them to meet so soon. However, given the current situation, Fu Chiran no longer needed to stop him.

It’s not like he can eat alone anyway.

"Old acquaintance?" Jiaoyang sat on the sofa, wearing fluffy slippers, and her calves were dangling, and they were eye-catchingly white.

She held her chin and said with a smile, "Let me guess, Bo Yunli?"
Chapter completed!