Super King of Soldiers in the City

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After Wang Fan left the barbecue stall, he was planning to take a shower at the hotel, change clothes, and then go to Song Rumei.

It was just that he had just found the hotel, and the phone rang before he could enter.

"Hello, who?" Wang Fan glanced at it, an unfamiliar phone, and frowned.

"It's me." A soft voice came from the end of the phone, and there seemed to be some worry in the voice.

Wang Fan immediately heard that this was Song Rumei. He quickly asked, "Song Song, what's wrong, what happened?"

"I want to see you, can you come to me now, I am in the Presidential Suite of the Red City Hotel." Song Rumei said directly.

"Good." Although Wang Fan felt that Song Rumei was a little abnormal, he still agreed very simply.

Without much thought, he drove directly to the Red City Hotel.

Wang Fan knew that Zhong Lan and the woman in white were mostly with Song Rumei, but he didn't care.

If the two are honest, it doesn't matter. If they are not honest, Wang Fan doesn't mind giving them a lesson.

At this time, Wang Fan is not the same as Wang Fan of the day. Even if he can't beat the white woman and Zhong Lan to join forces, it is impossible for the two to keep him.

What's more, Wang Fan did not believe that Song Rumei would harm himself.

After more than an hour, Wang Fan felt the Red City Hotel. During this time in the car, his injuries were recovered again, and his strength was restored to 80%.

Although the lady at the front desk looked at Wang Fan's eyes a little weird, after all, Wang Fan looked dirty and had mud on his body. It really didn't look like a person living in the Red City Hotel.

However, after Wang Fan reported the name, she obediently asked Wang Fan to go to the presidential suite, apparently receiving notice in advance.

"Wang Fan." Seeing Wang Fan, Song Rumei brought a fragrant wind and threw it into Wang Fan's arms.

She also worried that Wang Fan wouldn't come over. For more than an hour, she was worried. Now Wang Fan did not let her down, and she was relieved.

"Mr. Song." Wang Fan also embraced Song Rumei. He took a greedy breath of the long-lost fragrance on Song Rumei, then released Song Rumei and looked at the white woman and Zhong Lan on the sofa.

Wang Fan knew that these two people sitting here in a fair and decent manner must not have been well-intentioned. Most of them already knew that they were that easy-going bearded man, and they even guessed that the yellow grass was in their hands.

"Yeah, beautiful sister, Mrs. Zhong, I didn't expect you to be here too. Why, are you waiting for me to eat together? Just as I am hungry, let's hurry and eat."

Wang Fan looked at them and said with an exaggerated expression.

When we meet, we always have to say hello. If they don't speak, Wang Fan can only speak first.

"Eating? I don't have your thoughts. I asked you, is the yellow grass in your hands?" The woman in white did not speak, but Zhong Lan gave Wang Fan a cold look and asked directly.

"Withered grass?" Wang Fan frowned. "What is withered grass? I haven't heard of it at all. Did you make a mistake, Mrs. Zhong?"

Wang Fan sneered in his heart, these two people really came towards the yellow grass, just want to admit it, then don't dream.

Even if everyone knows some things well, they just don't admit it, and how can they take advantage of themselves, and have the ability to grab it.

What's more, Wang Fan didn't know whether the two women had recorded anything. If they admitted that they were exposed by them afterwards, the trouble would be even greater.

"Pretend? You pretend to be with me, right? You went to Snow Mountain, would you know the withered grass?" Zhong Lan sneered and turned to look at Song Rumei.

"I'm right, he can't take out the yellow grass for you. You are in his heart, let alone compare it with the yellow grass. In my opinion, even one leaf of the yellow grass can't be compared. "

When Wang Fan heard this, he suddenly got angry. "Mrs. Zhong, you are told not to look at your face, but to look at Mr. Song's face."

"Don't think that Mr. Song maintains, I won't dare to move you. I told you, I dared to stab you a few knives, and now I still dare, do you believe it?"

"It's just that I didn't stab you, it was a pity. This time, I will never leave regret."

Wang Fan sneered and began to threaten.

This old woman, even in the face of Song Rumei, provoked her relationship with Song Rumei.

"You!" Zhong Lan heard this and immediately stood up angrily, "Meimei, look at it, look at it, this is the man you like."

"He dared to threaten me in front of you. If you're not there, it's okay? Don't you see what he looks like?"

Wang Fan sneered directly, "Don't take Mr. Song to talk about things, what are you, you and I know it all, why bother acting?"

"The face is earned by yourself, not by someone else, even if someone else can give you once, it won't give you a second time."

Zhong Lan shuddered, although Wang Fan was not right with her, but in the face of Song Rumei, she would still give her a face.

But now, Wang Fan doesn't even bird her at all, how does this make her endure?

Song Rumei saw Wang Fan arguing with Zhong Lan and Mars hitting the earth, feeling a headache, and quickly stood up.

She looked at Wang Fan and asked seriously, "Wang Fan, can you tell me the truth, the withered grass is not in your hands?"

Wang Fan sighed, he wanted to say no, but looking at Song Rumei's eyes, he couldn't tell.

He didn't want to deceive Song Rumei.

"Here." Wang Fan nodded weakly.

"What a bastard, the withered grass is in your hands, why don't you admit it?" Zhong Lan screamed, "Do you want to swallow withered grass?"

She screamed, waiting for Wang Fan to reply, and looked at Song Rumei again, "You have heard it, haven't I wronged him?"

"It was the situation he set up that framed you, and the purpose was to take away the withered grass, and by the way, also arouse your sympathy and sympathy."

"He is a wolf in sheep's clothing!"

Zhong Lan was almost exhausted.

Listening to this, Wang Fan really wanted to slap the old woman in the past, but Song Rumei was here. He was embarrassed to start and could only bear it.

"The name surnamed Zhong, please clean your mouth, don't spit on people. My patience is limited, and it rushes me, even if Mr. Song is here, I will kill you."

Wang Fan's voice was cold, "Say I set the game? I want to swallow? It's a joke! If I want to swallow, I will admit that the yellow grass is in my hands. Are you **** brainy?"

"Don't say so many sounding reasons, the yellow grassland is right in Meimei's hands first, but now it's right in your hands? Isn't this what you set up?"

Zhong Lan, who was almost irrational, was sloppy. "Don't you say that you don't have a set-up or an idea of ​​monopolization? Well, you give me the yellow grass."

Wang Fan was a little speechless, he felt very funny, "Why should I give you the withered grass that I have tried so hard? Even if it is given, I also give Meimei, has a relationship with you?"

"You didn't have any energy, but now you have to divide the yellow grass, is it a bit naive?"

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