Chapter 574

"You..."

Zhuang Hong's face was livid. "Are you crazy about such abusive means?"

"I'm crazy." Zhuang Yu calmly said, "I'm crazy when I know you want to listen to mom and fulfill this inexplicable engagement."

The aphrodisiac worked quickly. When Zhuang you was pushed away, Zhuang Hong was obviously a little weak.

The two of them were entangled on the bed, and suddenly there was a 'Ba Da' sound in the room, which was followed by the sound of gear rotation. The closet facing the bedroom big bed was pulled away by a pair of thin white hands.

Ling Chu's warm face was gray, like a little dirty cat. A pair of beautiful big eyes were staring at the entangled two people on the bed without blinking.

Zhuang Yu was wearing a high slit skirt. At the moment, he was riding on the man's waist. With both hands, he had untied Zhuang Hong's shirt and leaned in. His originally crimson face collapsed at the moment of seeing Ling chunuan, staring at her in shock, "how did you get out?"

Ling chunuan held a small lock in his hand and curled his mouth,

"Jiugong grid secret room lock, what's the difficulty? I played this since childhood."

With that, she threw down the lock and patted her hand,

"You go on, I'm leaving."

"Warm..."

A man's muffled hum came from the bed, with a thick resentment.

Ling chunuan was a little stunned and hesitated to look at Zhuang Hong. At the moment, he was pressed by the woman and couldn't move. If he just let it go, I'm afraid it's really

It's not very moral.

After thinking about it, Ling chunuan pointed to the man under Zhuang you and said,

"Well, can I take him away?"

Zhuang Yu's face was calm and blue. "What do you say?"

"Well..."

Ling chunuan was frightened by Zhuang you's extremely destructive eyes. His liver trembled, he swallowed his saliva suddenly, and shrunk his head,

"Well... Then you go on, I, I'm going."

As soon as he got to the door, a woman's startled voice suddenly came behind him. Looking back, he saw Zhuang Hong standing up with the bed column panting. Zhuang you was overturned by him, screaming endlessly, and didn't get up for a long time. It seemed that he was seriously injured.

"The mausoleum is warm at the beginning..."

Zhuang Hong stared at her with gnashing teeth, and couldn't say a word with anger.

Ling chunuan didn't feel surprised to see such a scene. Instead, he blinked, looking like he had no regrets. He ran over and helped him up,

"I knew you were so strong that you were not inferior to her."

Zhuang Hong was almost out of breath. He tried not to vomit blood. For a long time, he clenched his teeth and jumped out a word, "go."

The bodyguards outside the door were all from the dealer, and no one dared to stop them. Ling chunuan helped Zhuang Hong, and it was not too late to turn around and explain to the bodyguard guarding the door,

"Well, is that your boss in there? Find a doctor to have a look. He's beaten badly, so you have to see a doctor early."

Zhuang Hong's heart 10000 grass mud horses are galloping on the prairie. Who am I for? The dead girl just pushed the responsibility all the way. Instead, she became the good man. What his prospective mother-in-law once reminded him echoed in his ears at the moment,

"The girl who is warm in my family is born with few roots. In addition, she has the habit of following her strong brother for so many years. She is counselled and soft, holding on and backing back. People who can get along with her are extremely tolerant. You have to be mentally prepared."

Thinking of the scene just now, Zhuang Hong only felt that the anger in his chest had suppressed the efficacy.

Ling chunuan took a taxi on the roadside, stuffed Zhuang Hong with long hands and feet in and asked,

"Where are you going?"

Zhuang Hong said nothing angrily and angrily left two words,

"Whatever."

Ling chunuan was stunned, wrung his eyebrows and thought for a while, "master, please go to No. 68 Jintai Road in the suburbs."

"It's far away. It'll take an hour."

"Please."

The air in the car was cramped, and it became more and more strange when it suddenly quieted down. Zhuang Hong resisted his physical discomfort and opened a gap in the window. The warm wind in June blew on his face, which became more and more annoying, and simply closed it again.

At the local checkout, Ling chunuan felt all over Zhuang Hong's body.

"What are you doing?" Zhuang Hong let out a low roar, his eyes were red, and he grabbed her hand.

Ling chunuan was stunned, "take the money, I have no money..."

The girl's body fragrance was dripping and exquisite in the car. Zhuang Hong closed her eyes and swallowed saliva fiercely, barely dispersing the confused mood, resolutely took off the watch on her wrist and handed it to the driver, and then gritted her teeth and pulled Ling chunuan out of the car.

The place where Zhuang Hong came with the warmth at the beginning of the mausoleum is the old residence of the Ling family, which is different from the first village of Lanjiang, which is famous for Lanjiang River. This old residence has a long history and is a typical traditional Soviet style garden building. It was just rated as a key protected building five years ago. In addition to leaving a yard keeper, no one is left here to live.

Looking at the bulletin board of cultural relics protection, Zhuang Hong looked suspicious,

"Can you get in here?"

"Of course, this is my home."

Ling chunuan dragged him all the way around the gate to the west door with a password lock and pressed a string of passwords.

After the "didi" sound, the door automatically opens, revealing a winding path.

"Let's go."

Ling chunuan wanted to reach out to help him, but Zhuang Hong avoided him.

After entering the gate, there are two arches, more than one person high, followed by the style of a quadrangle. There are two walls, and the doors connecting with the interior of the courtyard are sealed with cement. Zhuang Hong looked around, and it is not difficult to see that this exquisite and small courtyard is only a small corner of the big courtyard.

"That room belongs to my brother. You can live there. It's safe here. No one dares to come over."

The girl's voice echoed in the courtyard. It was sunset, and the sunset fell on her shoulder. Her back was small and charming, which complemented this small courtyard.

Zhuang Hong didn't dare to wait any longer. After entering the room, she found the bathroom and directly twisted flowers and sprinkled them. The biting cold water was poured head-on, which alleviated the heat of her body.

Returning to the familiar place, Ling chunuan breathed a sigh of relief, plunged into the kitchen, stirred up some of his favorite dishes, wolfed them down, and then remembered that there was another guest at home. After thinking for a few seconds, he reluctantly gave up a chicken leg, put a bowl of noodles, covered the chicken leg and a few vegetables on the noodles, and brought them into Zhuang Hong's room.

Ling chunuan opened the door and saw a bloody scene.

Zhuang Hong was standing at the bathroom door, with a bath towel around his waist. The ends of his neat short hair were still dripping. The drops of water slid down his shoulders on his wheat colored chest, leaving a series of traces of reverie that people couldn't help but have with the ups and downs of his chest.

Lingchu warmed and stuck his neck, pretending to be calm,

"Well, I made you a bowl of noodles, and you can eat it while it's hot."

Zhuang Hong saw that she looked like nothing was wrong, so he deliberately walked forward, slowly wiped his hair, and his biceps swayed in front of her, and leaned down to get closer,

"Did you eat?"