Supreme Psychic Power - Chapter 452 The Goddess' Temptation

"Why?" Wang Sen asked, and Tang Ziqiang said, "Because you are more human than me. At least you still remember to come and see me. And I have been intrigue for so many years and have been using any means for my own interests, which has led to this point today. Alas! Learning from the past!"

Fatty Luo ran over happily, followed by a haggard Tang Wanjun. Tang Ziqiang looked at his unscrupulous daughter, sighed, and stopped talking to Wang Sen. Tang Wanjun walked up to him, raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "Dad, do you feel better?"

"As long as you stay at home honestly and don't run out to attract bees and butterflies, my illness will be cured most of the time." Tang Ziqiang said angrily. Fatty Luo hurriedly opened a folding stool and let Tang Ziqiang sit down. As Tang Ziqiang's most loyal dog, he knew what to do as long as the owner turned a wink, so he has always been very favored by Tang Ziqiang.

"Dad, you shouldn't say that to me, at least I'm still your daughter." Although Tang Wanjun's tone was light, it had a strong smell of gunpowder. Fatty Luo saw that things were not good, he hurriedly pulled Tang Wanjun, "Miss Second, the chairman is in poor health, you should come and visit him another day!"

"Get out of here! Useless things!" Tang Wanjun took a step forward and pushed away the fat white and fat man Luo who was blocking in front. His fancy eyes were provocative. "Dad, Mr. Iwan told me that if you have a few shortcomings, your status in the battle axe will be inherited by me, not Wang Sen, nor Tang Wanrong!"

Tang Wanrong came back with two pots of boiling water. When she saw that Tang Wanjun was coming, she hurriedly wiped her hands and ran forward, "Sister Wanjun, you are here, huh? Why are you so haggard? Have you not had a rest recently?"

Tang Wanjun didn't look at her and said sarcastically, "With you, the little vixen, how can I sleep well?"

Wang Sen, who was standing next to him, heard this and rushed up angry, stepped forward and blocked Tang Wanjun's face. His hands were clenched into fists, and he made a loud noise, "You, say what happened just now!"

"Tang Wanrong is a vixen, what's wrong? Voxen, she is just a little sao fox who seduces men! A little boy!" Tang Wanjun shouted like crazy. Wang Sen waved his hand and said with a mouth, which made Tang Wanjun turn around in place, stagger and fall on the concrete floor, and blood flows out of the corner of his mouth.

Wang Sen stood in front of her like an iron tower, with his tiger eyes staring at the woman who was provoking trouble, "Tang Wanjun, I tell you, I can't control anyone you say, but if you dare to say something bad about Wanrong, I will let you taste the smell of fists!"

Tang Wanjun covered her mouth, got up from the ground, and glared at Wang Sen fiercely, but she had no intention of fighting with Wang Sen. If her mind was not yet funny, Tang Wanrong reached out to help Tang Wanjun and pushed it away, rushed out of the hospital, and disappeared into the bustling crowd.

"Chairman, second, Miss Er has something to do, I'll go and persuade her." Fatty Luo said, and ran out like a follower. Tang Ziqiang looked at his daughter with an inappropriate mind and his face turned pale. Wang Sen hurriedly opened the window to let the fresh air penetrate in. Tang Ziqiang grabbed the oxygen hood with his hand and took several sips, and then he gradually recovered.

"I'm so angry! It's so unfortunate!" Tang Ziqiang angrily threw a cup of tea that Tang Wanrong made for him to the ground, and snorted heavily. Tang Wanrong comforted him a few words. Seeing that Tang Ziqiang had no reaction, he walked to Wang Sen and shook his head, "Wang Sen, do you think Sister Wanjun is so angry about uncle?"

"Silly, have you not seen this yet?" Although Wang Sen said this, he was a little happy with what had just happened. He had fought with Tang Ziqiang for so long. If there was no hatred at all, it was nothing but nonsense. If Wang Sen forgot Tang Ziqiang's sin because of a few short sentences, then he was either a saint or a saint. It was obvious that Wang Sen was not a scheming person, and there was still a little gap with the saint, so it was normal for him to gloat him.

"I think uncle is very pitiful." Tang Wanrong's bad guy was in a state of mind and said with a slight slight pat on her head. "Although Tang Ziqiang is pitiful, he still blames him for some things. My silly girl, don't pity this and that one here. We still cross the river by ourselves - we can't protect ourselves!"

"If you don't have the ability in time, you will be able to be yourselves, and if you are able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be able to be." Tang Wanrong bit her lip and retorted, Wang Sen is good or bad, and she doesn't know that poor old man, I will treat you like this when you get old, oh, I will be an old lady at that time.

Wang Sen stood on the windowsill and looked at Tang Wanjun and Fatty Luo who were walking away. The two of them were tearing something, accompanied by Tang Wanjun's crying and Fatty Luo's loud explanation.

"When did these two things hook together?" Wang Sen took off his booze, and his fingers pushed out of the window with a force, thinking depressedly.

Tang Wanjun stood beside the car, with four red finger marks on her face. She turned her face aside and left Fatty Luo kneeling on the ground and begging her hard and still remained indifferent.

"Wanjun, please give me a chance. You know I have liked you for a long time." Fatty Luo turned his hands to the sky and confessed to the beauty in front of him. Now he wanted to take out his heart for Tang Wanjun to see, but Tang Wanjun just snorted, still raised his head and looked at the bustling road in the distance.

"Wanjun, I really can't do that. I beg you to let me go!" Fatty Luo finally cried, crying sadly. Tang Wanjun's request was too much. According to the conscience of a normal person, he would never do that kind of selling the owner and asking for honor, but he also deeply liked Tang Wanjun. He fell in love with her from the first time he saw her. What was he trying hard to curry favor with Tang Ziqiang? It wasn't that because of Tang Ziqiang's use of Tang Wanjun, I would be willing to let me take a look!

Now the beauty is right in front of him, and he has given him a condition. If he agrees, then he will have the opportunity to spend two days with the beauty. If he really agrees, how can he be worthy of his conscience?

"Da Xing, I have always liked you very much." Tang Wanjun squatted down and looked at Fatty Luo who was crying and burst into tears. He reached out and pinched his chin and forced him to look at himself, "If you can't do this little thing, how can I trust you in the future? I can't marry a waste who accomplished nothing as a husband!"

"Can there be other ways?" Fatty Luo let Tang Wanjun wipe his tears. He believed that he was a good man, so he would not let tears easily when he had tears, but today he was really sad, and it felt much better if he cried.

"No." Tang Wanjun said slowly, throwing a tissue on his face, "Luo Daxing, there is only this way in front of you. If you agree, I will register for marriage with you. If you don't agree, we will go our separate ways in the future, and you don't think about seeing me again!"

Luo Daxing was panicked when he heard this. He grabbed Tang Wanjun's skirt and shook it, looking at her pitifully like a dog begging for mercy, "I promise you, can't I promise you? Wanjun begs not to leave me!"

Tang Wanjun squatted down and grabbed Fatty Luo's fat hand in the palm of his hand and rubbed it slowly. A meaningful smile appeared on his face, "Okay, Daxing, as long as we have tonight, we can stay together and fly together, and we will never be separated from you."

"Okay, OK! We won't be separated." Fatty Luo hugged Tang Wanjun's arm, and the smile on his face could almost squeeze out honey.

For a silk thread like Fatty Luo, as long as the goddess Tang Wanjun gives him a charming look, even if he goes through fire and water, he will wield two pig-killing swords without saying a word and rush out to make a living for the goddess. But unfortunately, the silk thread is the silk thread after all. After a certain level, the IQ is almost the same as the silk thread, so the melon in my head cannot bear the stimulation of the goddess's lips kiss. The system will overheat and the behavior will be confused.

The night was very quiet, and the construction site was still under construction. The crane made a monotonous buzzing sound. Fatty Luo took a deep breath and pulled a bag of stockings. It took a lot of effort to put it on his head. He poked two holes in his eyes. He tried to raise his legs and gently step, and touched the side door of the hospital. He had already checked the route during the day.

Fatty Luo had hesitation and wavering when he was halfway through, but when he thought of Tang Wanjun's sweet smile, he immediately felt as confident as if he was injected with chicken blood. He let go and ran directly to the fourth floor like crazy. He was so tired that he was panting. Now that he had passed this door, it was Tang Ziqiang's ward, and that was his destination.

I have to say that Fatty Luo has a natural fear of Tang Ziqiang. This fear is based on the fear of his subordinates and superiors that he has developed after following him for many years. Now he is about to discuss something big with Tang Ziqiang as a future son-in-law. This makes Fatty Luo very excited. Perhaps this action is a new starting point in his life!

The hospital was quiet, both the patients and the nurses on duty fell asleep, and occasionally there were one or two rustling crickets. This sound would be found in older buildings. People not only did not regard it as noise, but instead treated it as a hypnotic serenade. Without the accompaniment of this sound, many people would not be able to sleep.

Fatty Luo stepped on the ground with heavy steps, alarming the crickets that were having a music party. The rustling sound suddenly stopped. Fatty Luo looked around and pushed open the door and went in.

Wang Sen and Tang Wanrong had already left the hospital and went to the newly bought house. Su Ya also wanted to celebrate with them tonight, so the two of them had to prepare in advance.

"As long as the evil star Wang Sen is not here." Fatty Luo wiped his sweat, took off the stockings he put on his head and pushed open the door. The first thing he saw was Tang Ziqiang lying on the hospital bed. The old leader he had followed for many years, a moonlight shone through the window, shining on his pale face, making Fat Luo's heart skip a beat.
Chapter completed!