Chapter 676

When he opened the door and walked into the office, Ding Yi was a little absent-minded for a short time.

There is a beautiful woman standing in the office. She is wearing a short skirt with a tight buttock and a white jade like shoulder. The skirt is like a cloth wrapped around her waist and buttocks, showing her exquisite curves one by one.

All over her body, she seemed to see the cloth, not so much the skirt she was wearing as the bath towel.

"Mr. Ding, you are so young." Hong Jiaomai moves her long white legs to Ding Yi step by step, and reaches out her hand.

Ding Yi's eyes are not attracted by her long legs and buttocks skirt, nor by her fragrant shoulders, but always stare at her face.

It's not that Hong Jiao is beautiful.

No matter how beautiful she is, she is not as beautiful as Lin Yinger or little super girl.

But she's very much like a person, almost 90% of them.

This makes Ding Yi almost think that he is in a dream.

Who does Hong Jiao look like?

Like Chu ming'er, the imperial concubine of Tianhe.

"I hope we can meet again at henggu college one day." The woman who, in order to leave the palace, doesn't want to pay any price, even sells her body to Ding Yi in exchange for freedom.

Hong Jiao has nine points like Chu ming'er.

If it wasn't for her sexy modern clothes, if she changed into ancient clothes, if she pulled up her long hair, Ding Yi would think that she had seen Chu Minger.

Looking at Ding Yi's dull face, Hong Jiao doesn't realize that her beauty has conquered Ding Yi.

She knows that beauties like xiaochaonu and wenyongshi have a good relationship with Ding Yi.

She can't compare with those two, but why is Ding Yi so absent-minded?

"Mr. Ding has seen me before?" Hong Jiao and Ding Yi shake hands. Her small hands are very comfortable and as smooth as a baby's.

Then he turned and walked over: "tea or coffee."

She turned her back to Ding Yi. When she left, her tight skirt twisted and swayed, and her little buttocks swayed rhythmically. She looked very sexy.

"No, I have a friend who looks like you." Ding Yi wry smile: "I thought, my friend came to Nanzhou to find me."

"I wish I were your friend." Hong Jiao stands in front of the table, with tea and coffee in front of her. She turns around and stares at Ding Yi, as if waiting for Ding Yi's orders.

"Tea." Ding Yilian is busy.

"Sit down for a while, and you'll be ready in a minute." Hong Jiao brews tea quickly, turns to Ding Yi, bends slightly and puts it down gently.

She is facing Ding Yi. When she bends down, her skirt collar looks like a piece of wrapped cloth, which is white.

Ding Yi doesn't have to look up. With a glance up, he can almost see the pink underwear and large white jade inside.

Is this sex appeal? Ding Yi is silent.

However, Hong Jiao soon got up, which gave Ding Yi a feeling that she had not finished. Did she put it away before she saw it?

She got up, took a chair, pulled it in front of Ding Yi, and sat down with her legs crossed and her legs crossed.

Her skirt is really short. As soon as she sits down and her legs crisscross, Ding Yi's eyes are full of white thighs.

Two slender legs swing around in front of Ding Yi's eyes. She sits still and has elegant temperament: "come on, what can I do for you? If you want to find my father, I'm afraid there's nothing I can do? "

Ding Yi took a sip of tea, then put down the cup, stared at her beautiful legs, and said with a smile, "how can your father stop?"

"He won't stop when his son dies." Hong Jiao light way: "he even I don't care, you say what can let him stop?"

"Does he care about you, or does he believe I won't mess with you?" Ding Yi said with a smile, "what will your father do if I mess with you first?"

"You can try?" Hong Jiao puts down her legs and grabs her off shoulder skirt. She has no expression on her face and tears it hard.

Hiss, the skirt was torn by her in a flash.

She slowly stood up and watched the broken skirt slowly slide out. Her white and graceful body appeared in front of Ding Yi like a perfect work of art.

"Believe it or not, no matter how many people you find, my father will not stop. Revenge is his only idea now."

She stands upright, expressionless, as if waiting for Ding Yi to go up and destroy her.

There was no fear or hope in her eyes, like a puppet without emotion.

Ding Yi looks at her quietly, and she also lets Ding Yi look at her.

After waiting for half a minute, Ding Yi slowly stood up and walked to Hong Jiao.

Hong Jiao's expression did not change, and her breathing began to be a little short.

"I heard that you don't have a boyfriend and have never been in love?" Ding Yi walks up to her and reaches out the index finger of her right hand to lift her chin.

Hong Jiao is not afraid to stare at Ding Yi's eyes. Her eyes are very unyielding and unconvinced.

She seems to be telling Ding Yi that even if you get my body, you can't get my heart.

"Yes, I'm still at home. Do you want to have a try?" Hong Jiao raised her head with pride, and her eyes were a little provocative.

"Sorry, I don't like your inexperienced and unskilled style." Ding Yi felt behind with his left hand, and there was already a big white bath towel on his hand.

He gently draped over Hong Jiao, covering her graceful posture.

"A woman's body is a weapon, but it depends on who to use it against?"

Hong Jiao looks at Ding Yi in a daze.

She didn't see how Ding Yi took out a bath towel.

It's still summer. It's so hot that Ding Yi wears a T-shirt outside and suddenly takes out a bath towel. It's like magic.

No wonder someone outside said he was a God.

Hong Jiao suddenly feels that if her father goes on like this, there may be no good result.

Her brain quickly turned up, looking at the white bath towel on her body, she bit her teeth: "don't you dare, for fear that I will plot against you at the most critical time? To avenge my brother? "

"Are you not God? Is there anything I dare not do? "

Hong Jiao pulled the towel off again.

Her fiery eyes stare at Ding Yi. Ding Yi sees revenge, anger, desire, and murder in her eyes.

"I'm not afraid." Ding Yi's fingers move from her chin to her face, then to her neck, and then to her chest.

She trembled slightly and seemed to be very sensitive.

Ding Yi's fingers in her chest circle, faint smile: "I'm afraid you will fall in love with me."

"Cut --" Hong Jiao's face shows disdain and hatred for killing her younger brother. Who do you think you are.

"Come on, let me fall in love with you. Come on --" hurt each other. Hong Jiao suddenly gets angry. She rushes up and pushes Ding Yi hard.

She wanted to push Ding Yi down on the sofa. She used a lot of force and was very rough. She didn't look like a girl at all.

But under her spurt, Ding Yi's shoulder swung and stepped back slightly.

Ding Yi looks at her strangely and thinks she is a little crazy.

Hong Jiao didn't hesitate. She bit her teeth and rushed over again. She pushed several times like crazy.

Plop, this time Ding Yizhen was pushed by her to sit on the sofa.

She pours over and kneels down in front of Ding Yi, reaching for Ding Yi's belt.

She acted wildly and fiercely, as if to eat Ding Yi as a whole.

Ding Yi certainly knows what she wants to do.

Do you want to bite me? Ding Yimeng pushed her away.

Hong Jiao sits on the ground and looks up at Ding Yi.

Ding Yi goes over to her desk, reaches out to open the drawer and takes out a pistol.

Hong Jiao breathed more quickly.

Ding Yi picks up her mobile phone and pawns her pants.

Bang, bang, bang, three shots in a row. Finally, he lifted up and shot himself in the head. Bang, another shot.

After four shots in a row, Ding Yi throws the gun on the table.

"Tell your dad, don't hurt the people around me. God can't bear his anger." With that, Ding Yi turns around and closes the door heavily.

Hong Jiao looks at Ding Yi leaving with a dull face.

After Ding Yi left for nearly a minute, he seemed to be relieved.

She looked at the pistol on the table with empty eyes, and her mind was full of the scene of Ding Yi beating himself just now.

You don't even use a gun?

Hong Jiao blushed.

Just now, she really wanted to speak for Ding Yi, and then bite off little Ding Yi, so that this man can be punished as he should be.

She believes that no man can resist her temptation.

But Ding Yi fired three shots in a row and told Hong Jiao that your little mouth couldn't bite.

"Wow!" she hugged her head and cried bitterly, lying on the sofa crying bitterly.