Hearing Xiao Yao's name, Fu Jiaze was shocked, but he glanced at her calmly, "Is she okay?"
His calmness made An Ning confused, "No, she has been looking for you and the baby."
Fu Jiaze took the towel handed by his assistant, wiped his sweat, and continued playing. It seemed that only in this way could he get rid of all the depression in his heart.
"It's useless to persuade her to give up." He couldn't even do anything about it. After compromising, what could she do as a woman?
"Hmm, there are really not many bodyguards around you."
Fu Jiaze sneered, "Maybe I'm afraid that I will be kidnapped by others."
"Miss An" Fu Minhua came chatting and laughing with An Ning's father. It could be seen that the two of them had reached some kind of consciousness.
"Uncle Fu," An Ning called Fu Minhua politely.
"An Ning is so beautiful. I remember when I saw her before, she was only so big." Fu Minhua made a comparison, and then smiled kindly, "She has become so big in the blink of an eye."
"She was only five years old at that time. She is already in her twenties." An Ning's father smiled and looked at Fu Jiaze. "Jiaze is a better person than someone who is good at it."
"Are you talking about my ability to pick up girls?" Fu Jiaze handed the club to his assistant and took off his gloves, "Uncle An, thank you."
After saying that, he glanced at them and said, "You guys play"
"Stop," Fu Minhua's voice turned cold, "What are you kidding about?"
Playing with temper? Fu Jiaze raised his lips and revealed a sneer, "If you think that a man in his thirties is angry just to play with temper, I have nothing to say."
Fu Minhua looked at An Ning's father and said, "Brother An, you and An Ning sit down for a while, and I'll talk to Jiaze first."
"Come with me" Fu Minhua walked away with a cold face
Father and son are indeed father and son. Even their auras are very similar. How dare Fu Jiaze not listen and follow him obediently?
In fact, he is not such an obedient person. However, my son is in my hands. Although he is his biological grandson, who knows whether he will really feel sorry for him.
The one on the left, if you dare to resist, I will throw the drow to an unknown place where you will never see him again for the rest of your life. The one on the right, if you dare to leave, you will have nothing tomorrow, including women, sons, money, status and status.
What can he do? What can he do?
Killing a dozen professional bodyguards at once? Well, it’s better not to joke about this.