This little pervert was able to make Zhou Daodu surrender. It was simply...

Forget it, don't think about it anymore, although this man is his son-in-law, he is so good that even he is a little jealous.

"Fanzi, tell me, what have you done? I'm really going to be jealous." Ouyang Feng gritted his teeth and came to Zhang Fan with a look of jealousy on his face. He stared straight at Zhang Fan's forehead, wishing he could give him to him directly.

Zhang Fan comes with a red BUFF!

Zhang Fan bared his teeth and smiled: "He's so handsome, I can't help it. Don't be jealous of me. I'm just a legend!"

!!!

Ouyang Feng's fists clenched, and immediately, with a dark face, he turned around and walked towards his supercar.

Really, he was afraid that if he continued to stay, he would be pissed off by Zhang Fan, a pervert.

However, at this moment, a classic car with the Beijing A license plate and a double-digit Hongqi car came speeding towards us.

Looking at the antique cars, Ouyang Feng was dumbfounded again.

Then, he saw the license plate, and then he felt bad.

Damn it, what kind of boss is this?

Soon, gray-haired old men got out of the car.

Everyone looked extremely excited.

Behind them, heavily armed bodyguards with live ammunition followed closely behind them.

"Is Zhang Fan here?" The hasty voice made everyone's eyes tighten.

Looking for Zhang Fan?
Chapter completed!