229 Chapter 228 of “Quickly Wear (Only with H can there be love)”

Saving the supporting actor 29: The major’s brother takes over (showdown, end)

He Zhengfan: This guy looks like a dog, and he doesn’t look like someone who would force his baby. The baby looked guilty earlier. Could it be that his baby took the initiative to knock down Fu Chenming?

It has to be said that He Zhengfan knows Ding Rou very well.

Three men with different temperaments were sitting upright on the sofa, with serious faces and cold eyes. The air in the room dropped again and again. Fu Chenming gently clasped his hands on his knees and looked at He Zhengfan with a serious and sincere tone. “As you can see, Rou’er was with me earlier.” His serious eyebrows suddenly softened, and even his tone was very soft. “I will devote my whole life to being good to her.”

Maybe he had never said such a solemn oath before, but when he suddenly said it, his tight heart suddenly relaxed, and the look in his eyes when he looked at He Zhengfan had the admiration of a junior for his father-in-law.

He admitted without hesitation that He Zhengfan and his son had nothing to do with him. They originally wanted to beat the adulterer severely, threaten him, and then tell him to get out.

Unexpectedly, the person the two of them vowed to attack turned out to be Fu Chenming. It was undeniable that He Zhengfan admired Fu Chenming somewhat, but this did not mean that he would let his baby get along with Fu Chenming.

“Boy, don’t think that if you look at me like that, I will spare you,” He Zhengfan said in a deep voice, looking at Han Xing.

He suddenly squatted down, put one hand on the coffee table, and raised his eyebrows to look at Fu Chenming.

Fu Chenming: What is this divine turning point???

Fu Chenming, who was full of questions, squatted down and also bent his arm. He Zhengfan held his palm without saying anything, and the two of them locked arms like this…

Fu Chen subconsciously defended his side, and the two of them worked hard at the same time, staring into each other’s eyes, sparking a fire, and the battle became fierce.Although Fu Chenming couldn’t distinguish the situation, it couldn’t stop him from comparing it with his future father-in-law.

Fu Chenming wanted to show his toughness in front of his father-in-law. He could protect Ding Rou, so he tried his best. Seeing that he was about to lose, He Zhengfan shouted, “You dare to win!”

The naked threat in his tone made Fu Chenming feel discouraged and let He Zhengfan win.

He Zhengfan, who had won the victory, sat up with satisfaction and motioned to He Jing who was standing beside him.

Fu Chenming made time to exercise every day, but compared with He Jing, a serious soldier, he was far behind. After persisting for a minute, he was defeated by He Jing. He straightened up with sweat and sat back on the sofa. Seeing the joy on the faces of the two men, he felt happy, thinking that the two men agreed to his relationship with Ding Rou.

“The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. From now on, every Sunday will be yours. You know what to do with the rest of the time, right?” He Zhengfan held his hands, his thick black eyebrows raised in a lively manner, and his big and bright eyes looked at Fu Chenming. Boy, you are still too young to fight with me!

Fu Chenming: …Suddenly I felt that I had been fooled. If I had known it was about eating meat, I would not have given up even if I beat him to death.

“My brother-in-law is also Rou’er’s subordinate…?” Fu Chen was calm on the outside, but his heart was in turmoil. He thought he and his father-in-law were alone, but suddenly there was a brother-in-law!

“As you can see, the weakling can only date Rou’er for one day a week, and the rest of the time should be spent going here and there. Except for Sundays, you are not allowed to appear in front of Rou’er.” He Zhengfan nodded with a smile, persuading him with emotion and reason.

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From that day on, Fu Chenming saw He Zhengfan’s sinister intentions. Every time he applied eye drops in front of Ding Rou, Ding Rou would say nothing. Fu Chenming’s depression could be imagined. His biggest trump card was a good-looking skin, so in order to keep his skin supple and supple, he began to learn to use skin care products.

The Ninth World End