Chapter 194

That is a kind of beautiful, reserved and reserved, small and exquisite, soft facial features, which is totally different from Western women!

Ji Yunan narrowed his eyes, fundus disdain, "aren't you stronger?"

He finally went in. The room was in a mess. He had no place to walk. The clothes that the woman took off were put on the sofa. There was a smell of instant noodles in the air.

The cries of the peddlers downstairs, the crashing of wine bottles, and the quarrels between men and women.

It's a unique movement.

It's definitely the worst experience he's ever had.

Before he got married with Shi Sheng, he didn't know her. When he got married, the Ji family had a nanny. This would not happen!

He stood there, and did not intend to sit, "call Shen Yiqiao."

Ji Yunan is very tall. Shisheng feels that he is going to be carrying the light.

Knowing that crystal blue is still in Yi Qiao's hands, Shi Sheng is relieved, smiles and says lazily, "it's just a necklace. If you want to give it to your little lover, I'll compensate you for another one. Why don't you stare at that one?"

"Compensation, what do you take to compensate?"

His eyes from her body up and down swept, "your clothes, I'm afraid not more than 200 yuan, you say, how do you plan to compensate?"

That crystal blue, just the sapphire falling from it is hundreds of millions!

Shi Sheng sits on the sofa at will. Before, she is still worried that Ji Yunan will find her.

I live like a street mouse every day. I dare not use my mobile phone. I have to wear a mask and sunglasses when I go out. It's like a star.

Now I was found, but the pot broke and fell, "sell yourself, look at me, my body and face are OK, free warranty for life."

She looked up at him, with a smile on her face, only her eyes were very cold and sarcastic.

So indifferent looking at him, arrogant sneer.

Ji Yunan reached out and grabbed her neck, another hand skillfully took the gun from the waist, opened the insurance.

The muzzle of the gun was against her abdomen. "Shisheng, do you want to call Shen Yiqiao now, or do I want to send you underground to call Shen Yiqiao in front of Yama? "Yes?"

He hated this woman very much.

Is Shi Sheng afraid?

I'm afraid.

She's not a God, and she can't be killed and re cultivated. How can she face death lightly.

She felt the cold temperature of the muzzle of the gun, through the thin T-shirt, directly close to her waist meat.

She wanted to tremble, but her neck was pinched too tightly by him. The pain of suffocation was far greater than fear, and her throat was sore.

Shi Sheng thinks that if she chooses between shooting and strangling, she'd better choose shooting.

As long as he has good technique, he usually doesn't feel pain.

She read a novel and said that the feeling of being shot in the head is like a drill spinning into her brain. It's a little hot, but it doesn't hurt!

……

Yi Qiao wakes up from her dream. She sits up from bed in a sweat and looks at the time with her mobile phone. She only sleeps less than half an hour.

She had a nightmare!

Dream of when Sheng, covered with blood, let her save her.

Mo Beiting was still in the study. She got up from the bed. Her clothes were wet, and her face and body were full of sweat.

Yi Qiao calls Shi Sheng and calls her first. She tells her that she has turned off the phone. Then she calls a strange number in the morning. She still turns it off!

She will go to the business hall tomorrow to check where the number belongs.

Wait for the sweat on the body to dry, Yi Qiao took a shower and went to the study.

Mo Beiting smokes in the office chair in his study. His legs are folded on the desk in front of him. His handsome face is cold and gloomy under his short black hair. Yiqiao's opening door startles him.

He turned his eyes, because he had been distracted just now. At the moment, his eyes were still blank.

"Why don't you sleep?"

The window of the study didn't open. As soon as I opened the door, I smelled a choking smell of smoke. Yi Qiao frowned, "how much did you smoke?"

Mo Beiting got up, but did not take her as before, "you go back to your room to sleep, I'll go to the bathroom of the guest room to take a bath, full of smoke."

Yi Qiao raised her eyes and looked at the man's dark and deep face. Her arm was around his waist and her face was close to his chest. Listening to his steady heartbeat, the impetuousness brought by the nightmare seemed to be calmer: "third brother."

The man was stunned by her rare initiative. Then he raised his hand and pressed her back. His voice overflowed from the depth of the throat bone, a little hoarse and a little heavy. "What's the matter?"

Yi Qiao shakes her head.

Like a wet cat eager to get warm, his head rubbed in his arms and nestled deeper into his arms.