Lin Fan swallowed his saliva, licked his dry lips, and his brain was blank.
"Woman, don't hesitate!"
Xiaoxiang kicked her hard, hesitating!
Lin Fan stared at his eyes, and the light purple color seemed to be an invisible spring, with endless attraction.
Since she first saw it, she couldn't help but fall, and she could no longer extricate herself without realizing it.
Follow him, maybe this is the best choice.
Lin Fan finally slowly placed his hand in his cold palm.
The next second, he held her big palm tightly and grabbed her little hand tightly, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.
"Then from now on, your life will be cold at night."
When An Luoming and the others kicked the door, they found that there was only an old butler cleaning the house silently.
The building is empty here.
It took a long time to find the dead guy's hiding place. He didn't even eat, and arrived without stopping, but he was still one step late.
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At this time, Lin Fan was sitting on the cold private helicopter. Xiaoxiang kept talking to her, trying to make her look back from the direction of the house.