Chapter 683

In the heart hard to finish this sentence, Xiaohui's face, raised a gorgeous smile.

That smile, and the setting sun, the last touch of sunshine as beautiful, moving.

"Fan wenran, don't you just want to destroy me? It's all for me

She owes it to ah Jun.

She'll pay it back!

When fan wenran heard her words, he chuckled: "I ruined you. Ha ha, your face is really big. Come to you. What's worth me going to you. Oh, that house. Yes, let Yang Hong transfer the house to me. Otherwise, I'll blow up your scandal and it's not good for your image. "

Xiaohui's attention is on the house fan wenran said.

What house?

When did she have a house.

"What kind of house are you talking about?"

"Hum, it's time for you to pretend to be stupid. I'm talking about the villa I just bought!"

Didn't you buy the villa just now for fan wenran?

Xiaohui looks at Yang Hong and Zhao Yang in shock.

What the hell is going on.

Zhao Yang raised his arm, gave her a slightly calm look, and looked at Yang Hong.

At the moment, Yang Hong, with a cold face and a cold breath, seems to be a devil coming out of hell.

"It's impossible to give you a house. If you want to write it, write it."

Fan wenran looks at Yang Hong in shock.

This is her last grip on Yang Hong, but -

is now invalid.

Why?

Because Yang Hong doesn't love Xiaohui anymore?

Ha ha.

Is that true?

Once upon a time, I vowed to give up this love just because of a little money.

Ha ha.

Was she rich at that time, and ah Jun would fall in love with her?

She picked up her eyebrows, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "good, good. In that case, I'll see you in the gossip weekly!"

Fan wenran left this sentence and went straight away.

When Zhao Yang saw that she had finally left, he breathed a sigh of relief: "this woman has finally left, so I will not be your light bulb."

Finish saying, drive a car to walk slowly.

Xiaohui hasn't come out of the shock until Yang Hong comes to her and holds her gently. Xiaohui's consciousness gradually comes back to her.

"Just now..."

What's going on?

Yang Hong gently closed his eyes: "it's OK, it's OK, just leave the rest to him."

His arms are warm.

It's like a stove in winter.

Xiaohui wanted to be attached to this warmth, but --

"let go of me, you are..."

A married man.

If the paparazzi gets it, No.

Besides, she is still angry!

Yang Hong hugged Xiaohui even harder: "soon it won't be."

"Well What's the matter with a house? "

Xiaohui thinks her head is confused now.

What's going on?

Why doesn't she know anything?

Is it because she is so stupid?

Yang Hong looks at Xiaohui who doubts herself and smiles silently.

I like to look at her silly, no scheming, just a pure girl.

Don't worry, Xiaohui. I will protect you in the future.

As for fan wenran, he has found the best solution.

……

Fan wenran is angry with Yang Hong and calls paparazzi directly.

"I have the materials of Yang tezhu from Jiangshi group. Do you want them?"

Fan wenran glanced at the excited paparazzi ah Huan sitting opposite her. Ah Huan had known Ruan Qingyun before, and she only knew her through Ruan Qingyun.

"Isn't Yang tezhu your husband?" Although ah Huan was very excited, he was not so excited that he forgot the most basic common sense.

Besides, they are not married long.

Fan Wen ran as like as two peas. He remembered Yang Hong and remembered the dead army. They were still the same as Xiao Hui.

However, this time, Yang Hong lost.

Twenty million is not a small amount.

"We had a fight. He was cheating." In a few words, fan wenran relieved ah Huan's doubts.

"What do you want to explode?" Ah Huan suddenly wants to know more about their gossip.

"I want to expose Xiao San in this incident. She killed my child."

Fan wenran gently opened his red lips, but his eyes were tightly fixed on ah Huan's eyes.She wants to make the whole city stormy and let everyone know that Xiaohui is a cruel woman.

"Do you have any proof?" Ah Huan asked.

Fan wenran shook his head: "I don't want to prove it yet. You just need to report it. If Yang Hong doesn't agree with me, I'll have a bigger hammer."

This wave of revelations, just want to let Yang Hong know, she is not just saying, but really say it.

Ah Huan nodded: "OK, I know, but Yang tezhu is not an ordinary person after all. Behind him is President Jiang. I'm afraid..."

Fan wenran directly planned her words, "Jiang muxiao is no longer in China, don't you know?"

Ah Huan smiles and shakes his head: "ha ha, I have asked for leave recently, so I don't know."

"Just a few days ago, he appeared in French TV station, so I think people all over the world know that Jiang muxiao is not in China, and he has not been in China for a long time, so you can rest assured."

"No wonder..." Ah Huan's eyes suddenly become mysterious.

"No wonder what?" Fan wenran was also acutely aware of what she said.

Ah Huan got closer, with a mysterious look: "don't you know? Does anyone want to get Jiang's? I'll tell you who is so bold. It turns out that he knows that Jiang muxiao has gone abroad, so he plans to get Jiang's family. "

Fan wenran's lips turned out that there are people in the world who are just like himself. It's because Jiang muxiao is not in China that he dares to be so rampant.

In fact, she also understood that with Jiang muxiao's ruthlessness, if he had been in China, he would have packed her.

Fan wenran nodded and finally explained, "this must be done quickly. Can we see it tomorrow morning?"

Ah Huan suddenly chuckled.

"Tomorrow morning, ha ha, do you think it's still the paper age? I can edit it now and send it out. "

With that, ah Huan took out her mobile phone and logged in to her microblog work number.

Fan wenran just glanced and found that there were only more than 100000 fans.

That's too little.

Ah Huan seems to see her doubts, smile, edit the news, sent out.

"It's just one of my job numbers." She said, and switched to a job number, which has two million fans.

She clicked on a work number, forwarded the microblog, and then gently placed the phone on the desktop.

Then, they heard the sound of Ding Dong, like melodious piano music.

Fan wenran is proud of his lips.

Yang Hong, Xiaohui, this is my most sincere blessing to you.