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1454 Accept(2/2)

Erase Zhuang Yan's unclean memory about Li Xiaoman and let him return to the scene when he first met Li Xiaoman.

Then... Song Dong, who was confused and didn't know what Ding Ning wanted to do, suddenly felt his eyes darken and fainted.

Ding Ning's face was frighteningly pale, but he still knocked Song Dong unconscious and erased his memory of Li Xiaoman's abuse.

Although Song Dong is not a loudmouthed person, if one less person knows about such a thing, the possibility of Zhuang Yan knowing about it is less.

As for the problem of Li Xiaoman not having that membrane, Ding Ning had already thought about it and asked Qingyun to come over and perform a repair surgery on her overnight.

It's not that he can't do it, but after all, Li Xiaoman is his brother's future wife, which makes him feel quite embarrassed.

Hey! Is it easy, brother? I’m going to risk everything for you.

The soul that had finally been repaired was torn apart again. Ding Ning had a splitting headache, fine beads of sweat on his forehead, his face was pale, his whole body was shaking as if he was shaking, and he could not even sit still.

Bang!

The door of the bar was kicked open violently, and a dozen men in black with tall bodies and extraordinary temperament came in menacingly.

The leader was a man in his thirties with a rather handsome face. He broke into the bar as if there was no one else around and looked around like a hawk. No one dared to look at him wherever he looked.

The singer who was singing stopped singing, the DJ also stopped playing the music, and the whole bar was in deathly silence, all looking at these tough men who came with bad intentions.

"Brother, I'm here."

Wu Shaojie raised his twisted fingers and cried to the man as if he had seen a life-saving straw.

The man took two steps quickly and looked at the footprints on Mr. Wu's face and the strangely twisted fingers. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes were filled with coldness, as if they were filled with a volcano about to erupt. He said coldly: "Who is it?"
Chapter completed!
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