A Dish Best Served Cold(A Despised Son in Law)

In full view of the public, Iwai Chan's proud body bent down like that.

Hit your knees hard.

That deep muffled voice, reverberates in everybody's ear, but actually trembles in everybody's heart.

At the moment of Iwai Zen kneeling down, everyone was confused.

Originally to Ye Fan's curse, suddenly stopped.

Gong Ben intermediary, who is clamoring to kill Ye Fan, is like a rooster who has been strangled by people. He stares at the scene in disbelief.

"This... This..."

"you... You... You are..."

stillness.

A dead silence.

The world is still silent.

The sound of a needle falling can be heard.

Here, only the breeze swept, the grass whispered, and the cave Zen kneeling on the ground.

In this scene, it was like a slap in the face.

At that time, everyone was confused!

One by one, like a goose, he was about to crack his eyes.

Thousand pond swallow pupil shrinks, thousand pool static startle jade hand light cover red lip.

Even if the cool palace reflects the moon, a pair of beautiful eyes, but also revealed a strange light.

Before this, Lianggong yingyue thought that she had already understood the man in front of her.

But now it seems that she still belittles Ye Fan after all.

This man is not only as simple as Jiangdong Zun!

After all, it is impossible for a little Jiangdong to make Iwai Chan, one of the six financial oligarchs in the secular world of Japan, kneel down and worship.

"Master, are you really a very unusual person?"

Lianggong yingyue is smiling.

She suddenly found that the longer she got along with Ye Fan, the more mysterious and terrible the man was.

Just like the vast and mysterious sea, people can't help but want to go deep into it, to explore, to pursue.

"President, what's wrong with you?"

"Why do you bow down to him

"He is a Chinese child. How can he be? How can he de? "

In the presence, the only one who can laugh is Lianggong yingyue.

But Miyamoto agency is not in such a good mood.

He almost yelled it out.

The old eyes were red and trembling. The hysterical chongyanjing Zen roared.

All kinds of emotions, such as doubt, tremor and fear, filled Miyamoto's whole heart.

However, Iwai Zen did not pay attention to him.

In the shock of the crowd, he knelt down on his knees.

In the past, the face of the world, at this time emerged, only fear and fear.

Ten years.

Nearly ten years.

From that year, when he got the support of Ye Fan for the first time and the support of the Dragon Temple, three thousand days and nights have passed.

Once upon a time, in every sleepless night, Iwai Zen fantasized about what kind of person the mysterious Dragon God would be.

Is it a man or a woman?

Is it a mature old man in the twilight?

Or is it just the year of fighting?

However, after thinking about Ye Fan's appearance for countless times, Iwai Zen never thought that the Dragon God, who planned to win the victory thousands of miles away, was such a seemingly harmless young man and animal in the past ten years.