Speaking of this, Wang Fan did not go on.

He knows what Wang Yue is worried about. Of course, her worry is different from him, which is also the reason why Wang fan does not dare to answer positively.

The night is deep.

Not like Wang Fan's imagination, Wang Yue took the initiative to signal to him, not to force him.

In the conversation between the two people, under the gaze of everyone, Han Chen carefully put the medal on Jiang Xiaonian's chest, and then straightened his waist to salute Jiang Xiaonian. The posture and the movement were simply not standardized any more.

"The trough! What the hell is going on? Damn, can anyone tell me what happened? "

Wang Fan, who was about to explode because of what happened in front of him, yelled at everyone.

"What are you shouting at? Don't you see the award to Mr. Jiang? " Miao Qing's voice came from behind Wang Fan, and the words were very severe.

Hearing Miao Qing's voice, Wang Fan looks back in a hurry. He is seeing Miao Qing in the same uniform. He is glaring at him.

As like as two peas in the shop, Tong Jiahui, dressed in occupation, is the same as Wang Fan.

"Wang Fan, do you want to be with Wang Yue?" Tong Jiahui asked coldly.

"Come on, what do you think?" Miao Qing's face is also very ugly, looking at Wang Fan coldly.

The sudden appearance of Miao Qing and Tong Jiahui made Wang Fan feel a little tongue tied. He subconsciously pointed to Wang Yue not far away, and said to Miao Qing and Tong Jiahui with a guilty heart: "I'm afraid she will be cheated by Jiang Xiaonian. I just want to..."

"You want to marry Wang Yue, don't you?" Miao Qing didn't wait for Wang Fan to finish his speech, so he rushed to question him.

Tong Jiahui, who has already come in front of Wang Fan, raises her hand and is about to slap Wang Fan in the face, but is stopped by Miao Qing.

Without waiting for Wang Fan to express his gratitude for Miao Qing's hand, he saw that Miao Qing had already held the short knife, which was the one that had cut off the head of mourning Kun.

"Miao Qing, what are you doing?" Realizing that Miao Qing wants to use a knife with himself, Wang Fan wants to withdraw in a hurry, but he still can't move half a step.

"Pa! Bang

On the face a burst of flesh trembles, Wang Fan rubs the slightly painful face, fiercely opened the eyes, but just saw the angry Wang Yue.

"Wang Fan, when did you get into my bed last night?"

Wang Yue, who is only wearing underwear, stares at Wang Fan and questions him fiercely.