[69 Book Bar-www.] British time, 10:59, Xuan Zi’s room.

A smiling boy walked in and looked at Han Xuanzi and Junfeng, "Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Wang Biao."

When Xuan Zi heard the name mentioned by her mother, her fiancé, she raised her head and saw that it was the man she met on the plane.

She couldn't help but feel disgusted in her heart. She didn't hate him personally, but she felt a little disgusted with anyone who had anything to do with her mother.

"He is indeed Han Junfeng. The purpose of my coming here is to tell you that I will not marry you. Please give up." Wang Biao turned around, his tall figure facing away from them, showing that

An inexplicable seriousness.

"That's just right. I couldn't ask for more. I'm afraid you told the wrong person. You should tell my mother this." Xuan Zi made a gesture of invitation. As soon as the words came out, Wang Biao looked at him in disbelief

she.

Xuan Zi was upset by this inexplicable look, and unconsciously shouted at him coldly, "What are you looking at? Go home and see your mother."

Wang Biao was a little surprised. When she said this, he couldn't help but smile evilly again and pointed at her solemnly, "I changed my mind. Now, I want you to be my fiancée."

You know, she was the first person who dared to speak to her like this, and his fiancée, Han Xuanzi, was also the first person to interest him.

When Xuan Zi heard Wang Biao's outlandish words, he couldn't help but regret his carelessness just now. What a mistake that would lead to eternal regret!

"Should I be your fiancée? You may not be qualified yet." Xuan Zi glanced at Wang Biao coldly, but before she said it, she would never have thought that the effect would be counterproductive once she said it.

"Oh? Then I'm even more looking forward to it. My fiancée is none other than you. I want to see how I am not qualified." His smile was deeper than before, and he looked carefully at the person who was about to be in two days' time.

His wife's person.

Xuan Zi was so ashamed that she simply didn't speak. She suddenly wanted to sew her mouth shut! She had backfired twice!!

Suddenly, his figure flashed in front of Xuan Zi, lowered his head, looked at her flower-like lips, and felt like he wanted to kiss her. For the first time, he had such a strong interest in a woman.

The distance between the two people's faces was only two centimeters. Han Junfeng suddenly punched him in the face. Wang Biao almost fell to the ground. Junfeng's warning voice echoed in the air, "Don't touch my sister, otherwise, I will let you

You died an ugly death."

Wang Biao immediately stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled evilly, "Hey, boy, it's quite powerful, but your sister, I have to decide!"

"Don't even think about it!" As he said that, Han Junfeng wanted to punch again, but was caught by Wang Biao. He wanted to punch him, but was blocked by the strength of his arm. He wanted to take it back, but no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't get out of his palm.

The two of them were in a stalemate.

Xuan Zi, who was watching from the side, shook his head. Sure enough, Jun Feng was still too young. He raised his eyes and immediately slapped Wang Biao on the back of his hand. The two of them took a few steps back at the same time.

Wang Biao rubbed the back of his hand in pain. The smile at the corner of his mouth did not disappear, but became more intense. "It really hurts. Are you practicing Iron Sand Palm? I don't even see you complaining about the pain."
Chapter completed!