Chapter 495 Southern Mulberry

Meng Ying wasn't curious. There were two younger ones in the room. She didn't dare to move out without knowing each other's details.

This kind of fight seemed really normal, except for the people outside, the breathing of the third person could not be heard.

After a long time, Meng Ying smelled blood.

The fighting outside has subsided.

She felt that the person who is alive now is the more powerful master.

She opens the door.

Just meet those familiar eyes.

Nan Sang didn't expect that she would open the door suddenly, and when she saw the fruit knife in her hand, she knew it.

She was already prepared.

"Ha." Meng Ying looked at him and smiled, "It's you again."

Nan Sang turned around blankly.

"Hello!" Meng Ying stood behind him, "Are you my husband?"

Nan Sang frowned.

This woman is crazy.

Meng Ying took advantage of his stop and walked over, standing in front of him, staring winkingly into his eyes.

The more you look, the more you look like it.

It's basically the same pair of eyes.

Nothing special, but everything inside is the same.

She suddenly started to touch his face.

There are so many miraculous things in this world, even with a fake and realistic human skin mask, there is no difficulty at all.

Hair can be picked, it's not a problem.

Those eyes are so similar.

Nan Sang dodged back and stared at her warily.

"If you don't let me make sure for myself, I won't give up." Meng Ying took another step forward, "You don't want to be pestered either. Besides, my husband did something that made me very angry. There is no place to vent your anger. If I recognize you, you may be beaten severely."

Meng Ying coaxed, lied and threatened.

Nan Sang just wanted to say, this woman is really shameless!

Not only shameless, but also difficult.

He told her with his eyes that he could no longer approach her, otherwise the consequences would be serious.

Meng Ying forced him to retreat steadily.

Suddenly, Meng Ying stopped.

"You are not my husband."

Nansang breathed a sigh of relief.

Meng Ying stared at his lips and his Adam's apple.

Actually, it's really similar.

Especially that feeling.

But he is not.

He didn't speak all the time, just from this point, he can be sure that he is not Mu Yuansheng.

"You have helped me twice, I should thank you. Do you want to leave a contact information, add a WeChat, and make a friend?" Meng Ying took out her mobile phone.

Nan Sang frowned and ignored.

Walk away from her again.

Meng Ying: "..."

never mind.

Twisted melons are not sweet.

Looking at the man lying on the ground, Meng Ying raised her eyebrows.

Go back to the room and close the door.

...

at this time.

Lan Yu sat on the sofa, smoking a cigar, squinting at the time.

"Mr. Lan, he is dead."

Lan Yu raised his eyes and curled his lips, "I knew that woman would be killed in Nancheng."

"No. The man we hired died."

"What?" Lan Yu was shocked.

The subordinate said, "It wasn't that woman who killed her."

"Who is that?"

"It's Nansang."

Lan Yu narrowed his eyes.

How could it be Nansang?

The subordinate said: "That woman entered the gate of the South City, and I have arranged for someone to kill her. It was also Nansang who suddenly appeared and rescued that woman."

"Why is he meddling in his own business?" Lan Yu sighed with depression in his chest, and the cigar was tasteless.

"I don't know. Nan Sang is a very low-key person and never interferes with other things. But he seems to have a desire to protect this woman."

Lan Yu was in a hurry.

He thought that if he lured Meng Ying to Nancheng, he could kill her.

Unexpectedly, a Nansang popped out halfway.

"No matter what method you use, let Nansang stop meddling in this matter." Lan Yu's eyes became more and more murderous.