Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

He said: "Second brother, don't look so stinky, didn't you just paste a few notes from your son, making it look like I want your son's life, as the saying goes: I am willing to gamble and admit defeat, and the 'father' is in debt." Son, Miss Mu's face can't be pasted, so it's naturally on the face of little prince An'an, right?!"

Perhaps, in other people's ears, "the father's debt is repaid by the son" just means: Mu Wanqing lost in the card game, and she got stuck with her admirer An.

But since he admired Fan's understanding of Nan Juefeng, it was definitely a pun.

Another meaning of Nan Juefeng is to warn him: don't provoke me, otherwise... I will try my best to play your son to death, and I will ask your son to pay the debt you owe.

Seeing the arrogant smile in Nan Juefeng's eyes with varying brightness and darkness, admiring Fan Junyi's forehead, his veins twitched.

He suddenly pursed his cold thin lips, turned to a cold and hoarse voice, and said solemnly: "I don't play with money, I just play with sticky notes, right?! Okay, I'll play with you."

As he spoke, he walked up to Mu Wanqing, and saw that Mu Wanqing was still like a zombie, sitting motionless on the chair, Yang Mufan was a little annoyed, and reprimanded in a bad tone: "What are you waiting for? Stupid as a pig, jumping into it knowing it’s a trick, Mu Wanqing, don’t be ashamed of yourself, don’t drag your son into the water with you!!!!!! Get up, get out of the way!!!!!!”

Hearing Yang Mufan's reprimand, Mu Wanqing quickly stood up and made room for her.

In the end, she pitifully hugged her son, who was so close to her, invisible to eyes and nose, and curled up on the chair, looking admiringly at Fan's livid and dark handsome face through the gaps in the paper.

Nan Juefeng and the others are not idiots, they know that they can't beat Mu Fan in mahjong, and they are not afraid of death.

So at the moment when Yang Mufan made a suggestion, they didn't even think about it, they yawned in unison and said: "It's getting late, let's go to rest first, let's play another day."

After speaking, they rubbed the soles of their feet with oil, trying to escape.

And Yang Mifan sat on the mahjong table with a strong aura, and said calmly: "I will give you two choices, either you lose the mahjong with a sticker, or consciously put the sticker on your face."

Hearing this, Nan Juefeng immediately blew up: "Yang Mufan, you are simply too arrogant, I won't take you to threaten people like this, play mahjong or not, and play with you or not, it's our personal freedom, you You have no right to interfere, let alone control. Don't think you are good at it, so you don't look at us unscrupulously, be careful that we are N-to-one, even if you can't beat you, are you afraid that you won't be exhausted?!"

In the face of Nan Juefeng's angry provocative roar, Yang Mufan's performance was: firstly, he was not angry, and secondly, he was not angry. He still sat on the chair calmly and motionless, and turned the mahjong skillfully and slowly.

When everyone thought he would explode completely, Yang Mufan didn't even glance at them, and said something in a warm voice, and Nan Jue called them "cracking" and "crackling", all with lightning speed, They all sat down on the mahjong table neatly.

He said: "It seems that you want me to stick the notes for you personally."

While playing mahjong skillfully, Nan Juefeng gritted his teeth angrily: "Isn't it okay to play with you?! You bloodless tyrant, who only knows how to cruelly oppress us, will suffer retribution sooner or later."