Fu Yancheng heard it, and he knew that in his mother's heart, she was too eager to see him immediately. But in her heart, she was eager to see Ye He Suihui first.
After all, Ye Hesui was the one who left at the time, not her.
"Well, let her feel at ease and will be as soon as possible."
Fu Yancheng thought to deal with what was in his hands first. Then he took Ye He back with Nan Fei. This seemed to be better.
After he hung up the old lady Fu's phone, his eyes fell on his cell phone. Nan Fei has not had a single call so far. She is busy every day, so busy that she almost forgot him, right?
However, a phone call came into his cell phone.
"Mr. Fu." The voice over there was a little deeper, "Miss Luo just now, she left from outside the Ye family by private plane."
Thinking about it, he was a little angry and vomited blood. After he solved the problem in his hands, he followed her every day!!!
I thought about it with gritted teeth, but still didn't call me and asked Nan Fei, what else I was busy with.
"Yes, it must have been to Country Y for her friend."
It must have been for her friend that went to Country Y...
Leaving by private jet...
This sentence passed by, and Fu Yancheng's eyebrows immediately jumped. The sound also cooled down. "Have she left on a private plane?"
He didn't care if she was about to get engaged to Miss Su's family, but instead flew to Country Y to save her friend?
As soon as this thought came out, the man felt a little numb...
Fu Yancheng's handsome face with sharp curves turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye. The breath of his body suddenly became shady and shady.
so…
Fu Yancheng stretched out his long legs forward and placed them on the table in front. That look was indescribable danger.
There was no sound here, and his subordinates over there were also so angry that they didn't dare to breathe...
He was not taken away from the Su family, nor did he tied up the humble and pitiful second personality, locked up in a small dark room, and tortured. This time, he went to Y for her friend without saying a word.
country?
So what is his status?
This is two levels that appear when he first saw Yan Weisheng.
The contrast between yin and yang is particularly strong.
"Okay, I understand." Fu Yancheng hung up the phone, but he couldn't tell what his face was. In short, it just felt gloomy.
When Su Shiqin came in outside, he saw his appearance, his head drooped slightly, and his forehead slightly covered his dark eyes. There was an inexplicable danger, and a bit like a trapped beast.
Hearing his voice, Fu Yancheng immediately suppressed his breath. He turned to look at Su Shiqin, and he became a little kinder.
"Uncle Su, you said."
It was also called Su Shiqin at one time, and they thought that these were two people.
"Webson." After having that idea, he abandoned it himself. How could it be two people? They are obviously one person.
Let's do this, you two are engaged with peace of mind first, and I will take advantage of these days to search for it.
It is best to take out your love token when you get engaged. What do you think?"
When Su Shiqin touched his polite and gentle eyes, the weirdness in his heart completely suppressed him. He smiled at him and said, "I have found what you told me yesterday.
You should also know that it has been more than ten years since the thing you gave Chu Qi personally.
Although she gave it to me for safekeeping, I was older. So I couldn't remember where to put it.
Fu Yancheng didn't see his thoughts, he smiled coldly. "Okay."
"Mr. Yan." Zuo Peng came in outside and looked at Yan Weisheng with a smile. "You are the one who wants to get engaged, should you go out to have a few drinks together?"
When Su Shiqin spoke like that, a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes. How could he not find that thing? But the girl Yun Qi said, and now she told him not to take it out.
Let them get it after they get engaged.
After all, he was also afraid that Fu Yancheng would suddenly recover. By that time, they would have no chance.
"Okay." He chuckled coldly, put down his long legs and stood up. When he walked to Zuo Peng, he patted his shoulder with his big hand. "Then let's go out for a drink together."
Fu Yancheng glanced at him and turned back his gaze. In the past few days, Zuo Peng has almost searched the Su family under his nose, including in his room...
Now that I suddenly want to invite him to drink, I guess I can't hold back my breath and want to attack him.
"This is a good wine, which has been hidden for hundreds of years. Although the taste may be a little stronger. But Mr. Yan, don't worry, it cannot be drunk." Zuo Peng took Yan Weisheng to Kyoto. It was the most luxurious one.
I also specially found a private private room in a bar.
There were a lot of women who ordered, but they were all standing opposite them.
The temperature on Zuo Peng's face dropped a little, and I don't know why it was for, but he actually felt bad and rose up. But! The current Emperor of the Underworld is just Yan Weisheng! As long as he arranged it well enough
!Then everything is in his palm.
…
"Haha! Mr. Yan looks weak and didn't expect that he has such a good alcohol tolerance?" Zuo Peng has never been able to drink. As long as he drinks, he will forget everything.
You will become particularly irritable and excited. Sometimes you will be drunk and you may do something that will inhumane.
Fu Yancheng glanced at the wine, the trademark and the years he had collected it, and he knew that the wine was so strong. This was a scene of getting him drunk.
Without making a sound, I drank it one cup after another.
I don’t know how many glasses I drank, but in short, there were several empty bottles on the table. Moreover, the high concentration of alcohol there was also completely drunk.
Fu Yancheng lowered his head slightly, and his slender fingers holding the wine glass began to feel a little weak. It seemed that the alcohol was coming. He was already drunk.
What's more, the person sitting next to him is the Emperor of the Underworld, the one he is about to take action.
"Come on, if you like it, drink a few more glasses, don't be polite to me. I have this wine." Zuo Peng poured it on Fu Yancheng one cup after another, with a shiny hunting light in his eyes.
This made Zuo Peng's eyes, the crazy murderous intent, began to overflow out uncontrollably.
He bit the thick smoke ring in his mouth and leaned towards Mr. Yan a little. He said softly, "Mr. Yan?"
"How are you?"
"Drunk?"
He asked three questions in a row, but no one responded to him... This chapter has been completed!