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Chapter 627: Chapter 696, Who is Your Wife!

"When the words ’someone’ come from the mouth of a beautiful woman, it can make a person’s bones tingle with delight, but when they come from Song Wuliang’s mouth, they inexplicably send shivers down one’s spine."

Fang Yi wished he could go over and kick the fat man twice, but Song Wuliang seemed to sense something and kept his distance.

In light of this, Fang Yi couldn’t be bothered to move; he propped his feet on the coffee table and leaned back on the sofa, settling into a comfortable posture.

Before long, Qian’er had finished preparing the meal, and Song Wuliang went over to fawn over her, first offering tissues to wipe the sweat off the young girl’s face, making small talk and even asking if she wanted to take a bath. Fang Yi noticed that the girl’s expression was becoming increasingly impatient.

But don’t underestimate Song Wuliang’s shamelessness; he didn’t take the hint and continued to dote incessantly. Fang Yi thought that if he weren’t there, Song Wuliang would probably already be in trouble.

Fang Yi wasn’t worried about the girl poisoning the food, for he was immune to common poisons. If she really had any harm in mind, she could have acted when Fang Yuying and Xia Ziqi were not around; why wait until now?

It was precisely because of this that, if the girl truly intended to harm Fang Yi, Fang Yuying wouldn’t leave him alone in the house.

After lunch, Song Wuliang offered to help Qian’er with the dishes, and this time the girl didn’t refuse. So, Song Wuliang joyfully hustled to wash the dishes as if he were engaged in a profoundly sacred task.

Fang Yi watched, cringing, and turned to the girl, saying, "What would you think if... I mean, hypothetically, if that good-looking guy doing the dishes said he liked you?"

"I wouldn’t think anything," the girl replied.

"Uh... what if he wanted to be your boyfriend? How would you handle that?" Fang Yi asked, sort of for Song the fatty.

"I’d cripple him," Qian’er responded, just as decisively as before.

Alright, no need to ask further.

Fang Yi thought to himself, Song the fatty, I’ve done all I can for you, but if "someone" doesn’t accept you, there’s nothing more I can do.

Widow granny, and Fang Yi actually didn’t want Song Wuliang to get involved; after all, that Black Widow granny

although Song Wuliang was sometimes as cunning as a fox, when he became obsessed, he could be incredibly stubborn, with a purity that rivaled that of a blank sheet of paper. And it wasn’t just Song Wuliang—Fang

Yi went out to the balcony, stretched lazily and exclaimed, "The weather is really nice today. It would

if sculpted, came forward with her head slightly bowed, saying, "You don’t need to worry; I

don’t worry, I’m watching over Miss Qian’er here.

to give the fat man a good beating; with his foolishness, he’d probably help to count the money after

it wasn’t only girls in love who could be foolish;

what Fang Yi was puzzled about, Qian’er added, "Since I’m a hostage here, I must fulfill the responsibilities of a hostage. Moreover..." She hesitated, then lifted a pale finger to point at her abdomen, "Miss Yuying placed a tracker and a

"..."

thinking Fang Yuying was indeed capable of doing

was not of great concern to him, but rather it would be difficult to explain to Fang Yuying. Now that he knew the reason, Fang Yi didn’t linger any longer and went

on the street to buy a pack of cigarettes for ten yuan.

forth of traffic, the pedestrians on both sides of the road, as well as the dazzling array of

out and tossed it into a trash bin,

Yi made a phone call, then switched to an electric tricycle, which stopped in front of a small alley after more than

the alley. This area was rather secluded, part of the old city district, with historic houses visible

Yi reached the

her hair tied back in an efficient ponytail, her complexion fair, and in this autumn that already carried a hint of winter, her cheeks were

No matter where she stood, she was extremely eye-catching. Standing in this weathered alley,

with her

her chin slightly upward, as if looking down her nose at Fang

dead yet,"

dead yet’ mean? Are you still

"Um."