"Smile, smile a big mouth."

Zhong Tianzheng muttered that an angry brain jumped up: "get in the car and go."

"Come on, I have 500 yuan here. Take it to open a room, take a bath and have a good sleep."

Ah, Xiang ridiculed the co pilot and fastened his seat belt: "but you say, Duqi has such a unique taste. God, he's like this now, but I don't dare to try."

"You don't dare, doesn't mean others don't dare."

Zhong Tianzheng rolled his eyes: "now people have more ideas. It's not illegal for people to experience life like this. What can be done? Rich people like to do it."

Hardly had the car started when the telephone rang.

The office said that someone in Haotai hotel called the police and said that when the cleaning staff cleaned the guest's check-out room, they found a pair of hands under the bed.

They were very close to the place where the incident happened, so the task was assigned to them again.

There is a murder in the hotel. This is not "show me your ID card."

Ah Xiang took out the police record sheet and began to ask some basic information and information about the woman: "tell me, what's going on."

"Well, I drank some wine at night and opened a room here to sleep. As a result, when I woke up at noon, he was in my room and took me..."

When a young woman talks about it, it's called anger.

"Ding Dong, break this strong woman case and get a reward."