This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

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“Pá!”

Ringing the slap of the conference room, the hearts and minds of those who listened were trembling.

Everyone knew that Cheng Yalin had a good temper. No one had ever seen her so angry. Although she was no longer a member of the Night Family, everyone had to hold their breath.

After a long time, Sung Zisheng turned his face and stared indifferently at Cheng Yalin. He warned: "This slap will be regarded as giving back your charity for years. In the future, I will advise you not to do this. Otherwise, you cannot afford expensive attorneys' fees. ”

“Pā!”

Night Song Sheng's words landed. Night Zhongzheng's hands rose and landed, and gave Night Song Sheng another slap. This is more powerful than Cheng Yalin.

“You owe us, never pay back.” In addition to anger, the tone of faithfulness in the night became bitter and despondent.

Night Sung's face was gloomy. After all, the conference room still stood at the top of the Night's Club.

“Why did you beat my son? I beat you!” Always pay attention to the white lotus in the face of Sung Zi, and immediately make a stance of a hen's cub, regardless of the direction Zheng Yalin jumped over.

This was too sudden, and White Lotus looked at the timing, so the night was far from faithful to pull Cheng Yalin away. Her hands were about to fall on Cheng Yalin's face.

If she gets slapped to be okay, she can look at Bai Lian's long nails. Cheng Yalin panicked. This woman tried to ruin her face, so poisonous!

“Yo, can you move my mom? You can't afford to hurt a hair. ”

The sound of the play rang, and the long white hand protruded from behind Cheng Yalin. A hand pinched White Lotus's wrist.

Cheng Yalin turned back, as soon as she saw it was Night Xuan morning, tears came out. As soon as she held Night Xuan's waist, she buried her head and cried, "Woo... son! ”

Night Faithfulness has a moment of trance, because he feels that when he looks back at the moment of Night Xuan morning, there is also a feeling of tears and orbits. It is strange that Night Xuan morning actually gives him a feeling of reliability, an immense peace of mind!

But it was just a flash of feeling, so he withstood the humiliating act of plunging into his son's arms.

Night Xuan broke White Lotus's hand and patted Cheng Yalin's back with comfort. "Mom, don't cry like a dead son. Your son is still alive! ”

As soon as this came out, Sung's face looked a little ugly. He wanted to refute it, but couldn't find the right words. Therefore, he could only look at Night Xuan in a shady way.

Cheng Yalin also reacted. Night Xuan was still a high school student. How could she have just had the illusion that he could solve everything?

Dry the tears, Cheng Yalin let go of the night Xuanxin, and held Night Far True's hand.

At the moment when the Night Xuan morning appeared, everyone unconsciously straightened their back a little bit, but their eyes turned away after contact with the Night Xuan morning.

Unfortunately, no one has noticed those small, high-rise moves except in the early hours behind the Night Xuan Morning.

“Cousin Zisheng, that's amazing. It's amazing how she got Night's in her own hands when she didn't mumble.” Night Xuan looked at Night Zisheng with astonishment: "Such a huge project, I'm afraid, has been premeditated for a long time? ”

Looking at the shocking look of the night Xuan morning, although I didn't see the expected fear and fear, Nighting-Sheng sneered: “Are you surprised? I've been waiting for this day for a long time. ”

As Night Sung stepped forward, the smile on his face gradually became cruel, "My dear cousin, instead of caring about this, care about yourself. ”