Everything has been arranged for ye Cong. The wedding scene is in Ye Cong's villa now. As for the guests, they have already been invited. Ordinary people will never invite them.

It's been three days since I came out of the resort, sitting on the windowsill and watching the snow outside.

Ye Cong took the beer, leaned against the window and handed a bottle to Murphy, "now I want Qian Yikun to join me."

Murphy took the beer, unscrewed the lid, and almost choked down. "I suggest you make double preparation. Mo Tian is a crafty man with the most advanced technology and the most heartfelt killers." Murphy said and drank the rest of the wine directly.

"And you are one of them." Ye Cong reminds us.

"Don't count me and those evil spirits in, it will make me feel that the price has fallen." Murphy said, and continued to look at the snow outside, "it's better to control mo Tian on the land. I can tell you that as long as he gets up in the sky, you still want to catch him, it's not the problem that you can get up in the sky."

"But I think killing Motian is mainly your job, isn't it?" Ye Cong hints at a fact.

Could it be that

It's like this.

"Why don't we talk about our wedding now." Ye Cong picks his eyebrows with a bit of drama.

Could it be that he once again snatched the beer from ye Cong's hand without expression: "why don't you discuss how you will die?"

"Maybe Qian Yikun will bring people here?" Ye Cong doesn't care if he takes away his beer. Anyway, he's not a lady.

Murphy drank the beer again, and then threw the bottle out of the window. The cold wind came into the room because of her action, and it was a little biting on her face.

But for Murphy, all this is insignificant.

Could it be that she didn't close the window, as if the cold could calm her down, but when she looked out, she saw the man standing in the snow outside.

The man is tall and straight, standing there like a poplar standing in the snow.

Murphy suddenly jumped down from the windowsill, like a spirit suddenly disappeared in front of him.

Ye Cong presses his elbow on the windowsill and looks at Murphy jumping all the way down the windowsill. Once a woman is moved, no matter what kind of woman she is, she will become incredible.

Is this the best example.

Outside the temperature of minus 7 degrees, not only wear a simple shirt and trousers, thin cloth completely can not block the biting wind.

But it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.

Could it be that as she got closer and closer, her brain, which had become chaotic when she just saw him, became clear gradually, making her whole person more rational.

When she came to Qian Yikun's side, she had become completely rational, so she put her hands in her pants pocket and looked at Qian Yikun with a smile, "is officer Qian here to arrest people?"

Qian Yikun heard Murphy's words, the hand behind his back tightened, but still quietly, "do you really want to marry him?" Qian Yikun's voice is hoarse.

"I'm sorry. If you don't want money, you can find a bride all night. It's still too late." Are you still smiling, but in the next second directly pushed by Qian Yikun on the wall, hard pressure.

Could it be that he snorted and looked up at Qian Yikun, whose sharp eyes were still full of smile.