Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Fan Tianluo pursed her lips and walked towards Mo Xingchen, and suddenly changed her tone and said softly: "Don't bully my friend, I have important business with you! Stay away and watch the show!" After finishing speaking, she rolled her eyes at him.

Mo Xingchen was in a daze, looking at the ever-changing little woman in front of her, who couldn't turn her head around. Did she think that a good word could eliminate her insult to him?

The expressions of the others are similar to his. This is a strange situation. Do you dare to say that these two are still friends?

Yao Lei's eyelids twitched, and he immediately called out: "Mo Xingchen, this damn girl is very cunning, don't let her fool you."

Mo Xingchen's complexion changed, he turned his head and gave Yao Lei a hard look, and said coldly, "Get lost! I need your help, Master?"

The corners of Yao Lei's mouth twitched a few times, he looked at Fan Tianluo and Sima Huangyu with resentment, and sadly clutched his chest to go to the room to the north that was originally his own.

"Get out!" Mo Xingchen roared angrily, scaring all the guys who were watching the show into panic.

Fan Tianluo has black hair, this guy is really arrogant and tyrannical.

"Damn girl, it's best not to yell at me, hum!" After speaking, he strode towards the main house.

Fan Tianluo tilted her head and smiled, pulled Sima Huangyu and said, "Let's go and visit Young Master Mo's mansion."

The muscles on Mo Xingchen's handsome face in front trembled, his handsome face was still dark and dark, listening to the crisp laughter behind him, he always felt a little aggrieved.

Sima Huangyu was surprised: "Xiao Luo, you, you know him?"

Fan Tianluo smiled and said: "I have known him for seven years. My master and his father are good friends, but we haven't seen each other for a long time. Who knows that he has changed so much, I didn't recognize him, hehe."

Sima Huangyu breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's the case, but you don't seem to be very friendly with each other."

"When he lost to me back then, I felt aggrieved. It's all right. This guy just has a bad temper. The master said he's a good guy." Fan Tianluo murmured afterward.

Mo Xingchen's handsome face in front of him was blue and white, and he wanted to turn his head back and roar a few times, thinking that he really lost to her back then, and thinking of that little aunt, he couldn't help laughing, this girl is really weird.

The three of them entered the house one after the other, and Fan Tianluo took a look. Sure enough, the main house is more grand, the room is very big, and it is divided into two rooms.

Mo Xingchen sat down in front of the square table, looked coldly at Fantianluo who was looking around, and said, "What important business do you want me to do?"

Fan Tianluo squinted and said: "Why are you like this, you are a guest from afar, and you don't make a cup of tea to entertain you."

"You!" Mo Xingchen almost became angry, but seeing her looking hot and thirsty, he could only get up to make tea resentfully.

Sima Huangyu looked at Mo Xingchen's coffin face and flat mouth, and at Fantianluo's smiling face, and felt that there was something weird between the two of them.

"Be careful to scald you to death!" Mo Xingchen angrily put a cup of hot tea in front of Fantianluo.

"Mo Xingchen, you're 15 years old, why are you still acting like a child? You're so uncute." Fan Tianluo pursed her lips.

"You, are you looking for a fight!?" Mo Xingchen was so depressed.

Fan Tianluo looked at the tea in front of her, but there was none in front of Sima Huangyu. After thinking about it, she smiled helplessly and shook her head, "Okay, it's the same sentence every time. Is there anything new? Let's get down to business."

Mo Xingchen was so angry that he stared blankly, but he didn't speak anymore, so as not to be pushed back by her again. This woman's mouth is not usually poisonous!