My Cold and Beautiful Wife

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He walked to a tool shed on the farm. There was a man inside who was beating a hammer with a horseshoe.

The upper half of the man's body was bare, revealing a bronze colored skin and robust muscles. Every muscle on his body was like a rock.

"Dang!" Clang! "Clang!"

Seeing this 1.9m tall man, the corners of Ye Fan's and Asmondius's lips curved upwards in a smile.

It was the misty night behind us that called out, "Uncle Azazel, why did you start forging the moment you arrived?"

Azazel looked back, saw Ye Fan standing there, and put the horseshoe into the pool beside him.

"Sizzle sizzle ~ ~ ~" Water vapour rose from the ground.

Aziz put down his hammer, turned around and bowed towards Ye Fan from afar, his face expressionless as he said: "MY-PRINCE!"

"What does it have to do with me? The boss wants to play with sister-in-law for the day first." Asmontes said.

"Oh yeah, boss, why didn't you bring my sister-in-law along?" Azazel asked.

Ye Fan walked over, reached out his hand and patted Assassin's shoulder, "Okay, you paralyzed person. You calling me sounded like I'm about to die. Bring my wife over, do you want to scare her?" It's been so long since we've seen each other, can't you laugh? "

This farm was ordered by the guy, Beryl, and you know how often he doesn't work.

Ye Fan smiled, "Do you still remember that I like to ride horses? That was five or six years ago, when I was riding on the Pampas Heights because I needed to kill people, and I didn't want to run on my own, and I didn't say it was my interest. "

"But boss, you don't lack money. Nothing is worth more than giving away money. We're also married, so we can't give away any beauties. I don't know what to do to make boss feel better, so I can only forge a set of horseshoes …" Azazel said regretfully.

His brothers who had been together with him for so many years all felt as if they owed him a debt, always trying to find a way to repay him.

But in reality, anyone who can survive in the Underground World, open up a new world, and achieve a career of their own needs to rely on others.

"Blacksmith, I appreciate your kindness, but it doesn't matter if I ride or not. I just want to have a few drinks with you!" Ye Fan grinned, "Did you bring any good wine?" "Since you've already become an Imperial Advisor, their royal family should be able to send you some good bars."

Aziraphale frowned and said, "Boss, I really don't have one. Beryl that guy must be stingy. I don't see any alcohol here either. Wait a minute, I'll call them right away and ask them to bring some …"

"Damned blacksmith!" You're talking bad about me behind my back again! I, Beryl, am loyal to the boss, as the sun and moon can be seen! How could I not offer my boss good wine!?

I... Cough cough … F * ck me … I have prepared a wine cellar full of fine wine! "

The wooden door opened, and a figure walked out from below.

Perhaps because of the dust in the wine cellar, he was still coughing.

He was a handsome, fair-skinned man with a bit of freckles, a flowery shirt, and a damp necklace and ring.

In his hands was a large oak wine barrel. He looked rather thin, but his strength was not small. The moment he placed the oak barrel down, Beryl ran to Ye Fan and grabbed him!

"Wuuu..." Boss, where have you been these past three years? I've been dreaming about you every day! You've finally let me see it again! "

Ye Fan pushed this guy away, and jokingly scolded, "Don't make me nauseous! Why are men crying!? "

The key was that this fellow relied on his ability to interact with all sorts of people. He had acquaintances in the entertainment, film and television circles, as well as even in the political circles of some countries.

All day long, he ate and did nothing, mixing in parties and banquets. He was too lazy to practice, so even though he was the same age as Leviathan, his strength was still lacking by a large margin.

However, even if Berrill did not look like a huge fellow at all, no one would really dislike him. After all, in the battle back then, Berrill had almost died fighting for Ye Fan.

"Hehe, boss, you can't blame me for that. You left for more than three years and I've really missed you. I've always kept your picture at home and I've always looked at you once every day when I woke up …" "Sometimes I cry," said Beryl, wiping her eyes.

"Come on, you don't have a home, do you? Don't you always have a home in the four seas? "Even after three years of not seeing each other, your mouth still hasn't changed one bit", Ye Fan didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.

"Boss, when he was renting the farm, he even asked me to lend him two million euros. He is really a stingy person." Asazler said in disdain.

Aziz snorted and said, "You already owe me 160 million yuan. I'll give you another year. If you don't pay me back soon, you won't be able to live a good life!" Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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