Chapter 457: 457
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Yang Yumeng sobbed twice. Hearing Qiao Yanran's words, she raised her head and looked at her. She was a little worried and said: "that What about Lin Yurou? "
The Lin family is also a very prosperous family in the imperial capital, and Lin Yurou is quite popular in the Lin family, which is why Yang Tanghui has been persuading his brother to marry each other.
And she
There seems to be nothing.
Qiao Yan Ran wiped to wipe the tear mark that the canthus of her eye did not dry, lightly point her forehead, serious opening way: "no matter who, this brushstroke account, elder brother will help you to get back, never soft."
There was a flash of murder in her eyes.
If Zhang Yang hadn't left in the middle, Meng Meng would be
Moreover, if it is Lin Yurou who instructs Zhang Yang to do so, it must be Lin Yurou who is playing tricks.
She won't let this Lin Yurou go.
Qiao Yanran pulls Lin Yurou, who is still in shock, to Zhang Yang's door.
The door of the room is locked.
Qiao Yanran twisted two times, raised foot directly, forced one to kick, the room door then opened.
Zhang Yang's room is just a small single room. He doesn't even have a bathroom. Things are lying on the floor in a mess.
Except for the bed, there was no place to sit in the whole room.
There's a strange smell in the room.
Qiao Yanran was a bit choking by the smell, smoked some headache, also don't want to enter the house, just stood at the door, waiting for Zhang Yang to come back.
A full hour passed.
Now it's more than eight o'clock in the evening, and it's completely dark.
Qiao Yanran raised her hand again and took a look at the time on her wrist. She couldn't help being suspicious. Could it be that
Zhang Yang knew she was coming, so she left?
Just as she was thinking about it, the sound of footsteps coming from under the stairs became clearer and clearer.
Qiao Yanran looked at the stairs and saw Zhang Yang. He still had a backpack in his hand. It was hard for him to carry it. It seemed that he was very heavy.
She took a look at Yang Yumeng and whispered, "you just wait here. I'll go down and bring him up."
"Brother, be careful. Take the knife."
Yang Yumeng takes out the fruit knife from her pocket and hands it to Qiao Yanran.
She knew that her brother was very powerful, but she couldn't help worrying. After all, Zhang Yang was a little gangster and he was very strong.
Qiao Yanran's Kung Fu is very good. She can't use a fruit knife to deal with a little gangster. However, in order to make Mengmeng feel at ease, she takes it from Mengmeng.
She took a few steps down the stairs. Almost in the blink of an eye, she went around to the position behind Zhang Yang. She put the fruit knife on his neck and used some strength.
Zhang Yang hasn't responded yet.
He felt the position of his neck, a little cold, followed by a pain, warm liquid, along the position of his neck, flowing down.
Zhang Yang is very sensitive to the smell of blood.
Now he doesn't have to bow his head. He also knows that his neck is bleeding and painful. If his opponent's strength is so strong, he is afraid that his body and head will be separated directly.
"You Don't get excited. Let's talk about and discuss something. Put down the knife first I promise not to move! "
Zhang Yang subconsciously put his hand in the position of his neck.
Hum: "the honest Yan Ran tied his arm and turned the knife away."
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Yang Yumeng sobbed twice. Hearing Qiao Yanran's words, she raised her head and looked at her. She was a little worried and said: "that What about Lin Yurou? "
The Lin family is also a very prosperous family in the imperial capital, and Lin Yurou is quite popular in the Lin family, which is why Yang Tanghui has been persuading his brother to marry each other.
And she
There seems to be nothing.
Qiao Yan Ran wiped to wipe the tear mark that the canthus of her eye did not dry, lightly point her forehead, serious opening way: "no matter who, this brushstroke account, elder brother will help you to get back, never soft."
There was a flash of murder in her eyes.
If Zhang Yang hadn't left in the middle, Meng Meng would be
Moreover, if it is Lin Yurou who instructs Zhang Yang to do so, it must be Lin Yurou who is playing tricks.
She won't let this Lin Yurou go.
Qiao Yanran pulls Lin Yurou, who is still in shock, to Zhang Yang's door.
The door of the room is locked.
Qiao Yanran twisted two times, raised foot directly, forced one to kick, the room door then opened.
Zhang Yang's room is just a small single room. He doesn't even have a bathroom. Things are lying on the floor in a mess.
Except for the bed, there was no place to sit in the whole room.
There's a strange smell in the room.
Qiao Yanran was a bit choking by the smell, smoked some headache, also don't want to enter the house, just stood at the door, waiting for Zhang Yang to come back.
A full hour passed.
Now it's more than eight o'clock in the evening, and it's completely dark.
Qiao Yanran raised her hand again and took a look at the time on her wrist. She couldn't help being suspicious. Could it be that
Zhang Yang knew she was coming, so she left?
Just as she was thinking about it, the sound of footsteps coming from under the stairs became clearer and clearer.
Qiao Yanran looked at the stairs and saw Zhang Yang. He still had a backpack in his hand. It was hard for him to carry it. It seemed that he was very heavy.
She took a look at Yang Yumeng and whispered, "you just wait here. I'll go down and bring him up."
"Brother, be careful. Take the knife."
Yang Yumeng takes out the fruit knife from her pocket and hands it to Qiao Yanran.
She knew that her brother was very powerful, but she couldn't help worrying. After all, Zhang Yang was a little gangster and he was very strong.
Qiao Yanran's Kung Fu is very good. She can't use a fruit knife to deal with a little gangster. However, in order to make Mengmeng feel at ease, she takes it from Mengmeng.
She took a few steps down the stairs. Almost in the blink of an eye, she went around to the position behind Zhang Yang. She put the fruit knife on his neck and used some strength.
Zhang Yang hasn't responded yet.
He felt the position of his neck, a little cold, followed by a pain, warm liquid, along the position of his neck, flowing down.
Zhang Yang is very sensitive to the smell of blood.
Now he doesn't have to bow his head. He also knows that his neck is bleeding and painful. If his opponent's strength is so strong, he is afraid that his body and head will be separated directly.
"You Don't get excited. Let's talk about and discuss something. Put down the knife first I promise not to move! "
Zhang Yang subconsciously put his hand in the position of his neck.
Hum: "the honest Yan Ran tied his arm and turned the knife away."
Yang Yumeng sobbed twice. Hearing Qiao Yanran's words, she raised her head and looked at her. She was a little worried and said: "that What about Lin Yurou? " The Lin family is also a very prosperous family in the imperial capital, and Lin Yurou is quite popular in the Lin family, which is why Yang Tanghui has been persuading his brother to marry each other. And she There seems to be nothing. Qiao Yan Ran wiped to wipe the tear mark that the canthus of her eye did not dry, lightly point her forehead, serious opening way: "no matter who, this brushstroke account, elder brother will help you to get back, never soft." There was a flash of murder in her eyes. If Zhang Yang hadn't left in the middle, Meng Meng would be Moreover, if it is Lin Yurou who instructs Zhang Yang to do so, it must be Lin Yurou who is playing tricks. She won't let this Lin Yurou go. Qiao Yanran pulls Lin Yurou, who is still in shock, to Zhang Yang's door. The door of the room is locked. Qiao Yanran twisted two times, raised foot directly, forced one to kick, the room door then opened. Zhang Yang's room is just a small single room. He doesn't even have a bathroom. Things are lying on the floor in a mess. Except for the bed, there was no place to sit in the whole room. There's a strange smell in the room. Qiao Yanran was a bit choking by the smell, smoked some headache, also don't want to enter the house, just stood at the door, waiting for Zhang Yang to come back. A full hour passed. Now it's more than eight o'clock in the evening, and it's completely dark. Qiao Yanran raised her hand again and took a look at the time on her wrist. She couldn't help being suspicious. Could it be that Zhang Yang knew she was coming, so she left? Just as she was thinking about it, the sound of footsteps coming from under the stairs became clearer and clearer. Qiao Yanran looked at the stairs and saw Zhang Yang. He still had a backpack in his hand. It was hard for him to carry it. It seemed that he was very heavy. She took a look at Yang Yumeng and whispered, "you just wait here. I'll go down and bring him up." "Brother, be careful. Take the knife." Yang Yumeng takes out the fruit knife from her pocket and hands it to Qiao Yanran. She knew that her brother was very powerful, but she couldn't help worrying. After all, Zhang Yang was a little gangster and he was very strong. Qiao Yanran's Kung Fu is very good. She can't use a fruit knife to deal with a little gangster. However, in order to make Mengmeng feel at ease, she takes it from Mengmeng. She took a few steps down the stairs. Almost in the blink of an eye, she went around to the position behind Zhang Yang. She put the fruit knife on his neck and used some strength. Zhang Yang hasn't responded yet. He felt the position of his neck, a little cold, followed by a pain, warm liquid, along the position of his neck, flowing down. Zhang Yang is very sensitive to the smell of blood. Now he doesn't have to bow his head. He also knows that his neck is bleeding and painful. If his opponent's strength is so strong, he is afraid that his body and head will be separated directly. "You Don't get excited. Let's talk about and discuss something. Put down the knife first I promise not to move! " Zhang Yang subconsciously put his hand in the position of his neck. Hum: "the honest Yan Ran tied his arm and turned the knife away."
