Su Zhatian, the male god of fast wear

Chapter 987 Fu Shao's favorite (32)

When An Wan came back to her senses, Fu Yan had already guarded her behind her.

Fu Yan's long white and slender hand was tightly grasping Yang Xi's hand, and his five fingers kept tightening, and the strength kept increasing.

Seeing Yang Xi's pale face and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, An Wan smiled triumphantly.

"My brother Fu is awesome." An Wan popped her head from behind Fu Yan, deliberately pinching her throat and shouting at An Jiao.

Fu Yan: "..."

An Jiao: "..."

Yang Xi blushed with anger.

He kept struggling to get rid of Fu Yan, but he never thought that Fu Yan's strength was too great for him to resist.

"Sister, your brother Yang is so useless." An Wan said deliberately.

An Jiao: "..."

"Look at my brother Fu, he is more handsome than your brother Yang, more noble in temperament than your brother Yang, better in figure than your brother Yang, and his strength and skill put your brother Yang in the dust inside."

"Sister, you said you are so beautiful, why do you have such poor eyesight..."

"I don't want Yang Xi, yet you still accept him regardless of his past."

"Sister, you are really a prime minister who can pull a boat in your stomach."

An's delicate face turned pale and pale.

She also didn't expect that Yang Xi, as the male lead, would be so useless, so incompetent, and such a noob.

Although she was furious, An Jiao refused to admit defeat.

"Sister, I know you resent brother Yang and me."

"Sister, I know it's all my fault. If it wasn't for me, Brother Yang wouldn't have left you."

"But, brother Yang and I are in love with each other, we really love each other, we can't help it."

An Wan: "..." I can't stand it.

Can't be bothered.

An Wan hurriedly touched her arm, trying to soothe the bristling hairs, trying to soothe the goosebumps that appeared due to the cold.

Seeing that An Jiao was still talking non-stop, An Wan lazily talked nonsense to her, and directly stretched her hand to her cheek.

In an instant, An Jiao jumped up covering her face, and stepped back a few steps away from An Wan.

An Wan: "..." How cowardly.

Seeing the undisguised disgust and contempt in An Wan's eyes, An Jiao was so angry that her body trembled non-stop.

A winner and a loser, she is a loser, what can she be proud of!
Her parents are gone, and her boyfriend has been robbed by her. What right does she have to despise her as a winner?
Looking at An Wan's delicate and almost distorted face, An Wan didn't want to look at her again, lest she hurt her eyes.

After turning her head to look at Fu Yan beside her, she raised her eyes and reached out to pat Fu Yan's strong, white and slender arm.

"Let's go."

"Stop hitting?" Fu Yan asked while staring at her dotingly.

"Stop beating, dirty hands." An Wan said disgustedly.

Hearing this, Fu Yan curled his lips amusedly, and let go of Yang Xi.

As soon as Fu Yan's hand regained its freedom, a soft, boneless hand grabbed him.

Immediately afterwards, a slightly wet wipe was stuffed into his palm.

Fu Yan looked down and found that An Wan was wiping his palm with a wet towel, five fingers...

Seeing this scene, Fu Yan couldn't help but laugh.

Yang Xi and An Jiao were trembling with anger.

Especially An Jiao, her eyes seemed to be poisoned, staring at An Wan fiercely.

How could she?
How can she?

Shouldn't she love Yang Xi love to death?

why?
Why has everything changed?

And Yang Xi...

Isn't he the hero?

Why is he so incompetent as the hero?
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