Urban Evil King

Chapter 429 Let Go

Looking at Han Xingye's appearance, Wang Zheng instantly felt that his nosebleeds began to rush out!

Imagine, what would you do if you woke up one day and found a great Lori appearing naked in front of you?

If you push her down on the spot, congratulations on your successful promotion to a beast. If you don't push it down, then it's better to congratulate you and become a beast.

Wang Zheng looked at Han Xingye, and the fragrance of body fragrance or bath liquid penetrated into his nostrils, tickling his heart.

Now, the word "heartless horse" is no longer enough to describe the mood of Wang Daguan at this time.

Wang Zheng trembled and stretched out his big hand. No, he stretched out a finger and pointed tremblingly to the softness squeezed out by Han Xingye's chest by his arms.

When his fingers gently touched the white area, it seemed that a strong electric current passed through Wang Zheng's fingers directly to his heart, making his heart tremble fiercely!

"Only once."

So, Wang Daguan stretched out his finger and touched Han Xingye's chest again, making his fingertips sink deeply and wrapped in the softness.

"Touch it again."

Big Killer Wang couldn't persuade himself to take his finger away, so the next scene appeared.

"Once again, this is the last time."

"Do it again, this is really the last time."

"Well, what I just said doesn't count."

Wang Zheng let the five fingers of his left hand fall into it one after another, sink in, and then be popped out. He was happy again and again.

However, at this time, Wang's killer is about to completely spontaneously ignite.

Such a naked beauty lies here and can be picked up by you. Even if the old Liu comes, who is not confused, he can't bear it!

At the same time, Han Xingye happened to turn over. His side body turned upside down, and his hands naturally hung down. At this time, nothing could stop Wang Zheng's sight.

The small valley with fragrant grass and the two bright red stands unreservedly in front of Wang Zheng!

Wang Zheng almost wanted to roar!

Is there such a playful person? Isn't this forcing people to make mistakes?

Finally, Wang Zheng was no longer satisfied with the touch of those fingers, simply stretched out his palm directly and covered Han Xingye's still towering peak!

However, just as Wang Zheng's palm was about to complete this perfect contact, Han Xingye suddenly woke up and said sleepily, "What are you doing?"

Wang Zheng, who was already hot-headed, suddenly seemed to have been poured cold water and woke up a lot in an instant. He quickly withdrew the palm close at hand and said, "No, nothing."

After saying that, Wang Zheng rushed into the bathroom without taking off his clothes. He turned on the shower head and directly drenched himself with cold water!

However, after waking up, Wang Zheng suddenly realized - what did he run just now? What's there to run? Obviously, this girl is ** herself! Oh, my God, what a frustrating thing I just did?

"No, no, I must go back to clean up this little girl. Is this playing me as my son?" Wang Zheng took off his soaked clothes indignantly, wiped the water on his body, and only came out around a bath towel. When he was about to pounce on ** fiercely, he found that Han Xingye had already dressed and said with a red face, "I fell asleep just now. I really don't know anything, but now I'm a little hungry. Let's Let's have breakfast."

Wang Zheng looked at his small tent with a tall bath towel and said without tears, "I'm fucking hungry."

Han Xingye smiled like a frightened rabbit and ran out quickly.

When the old man Zhang Huwa was still awake, the breakfast in the general's mansion was usually eaten by everyone with the old man, and no one could sleep in. However, after the old man's confusion, no one in the young children of the Zhang family no longer abided by such a rule.

However, Mr. Qin Yanwu still eats in the dining room on time at 7:30 every day. Today, only Wang Zheng and Han Xingye are with him.

"Ky, it's not a lot of noise." Qin Yanwu picked up the small steamed buns on the plate. His ancestral home is Wuxi, Nanjiang, and he likes the local steamed buns very much, which is also a must-have dish every morning.

"It's just a little fight. The old man is flattered." Wang Zheng did not deny it. He smiled and picked up a small steamed bun and put it in his mouth, which was full of fragrant soup.

"It's rare to have the heart to make trouble." Qin Yanwu took a sip of millet porridge and said, "You can make more noise while you are young. Don't think about these things when you become our old bones, or you will really regret it."

Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes, smiled and said, "Sir, do you have something to say?"

"I didn't say anything, I just felt bored for a moment." Qin Yan's martial arts.

Wang Zheng smiled and said no.

Qin Yanwu drank up the bowl of millet porridge and said, "I'm old and can't eat much. Eat slowly and I'll go out."

After saying that, Qin Yanwu stood up and slowly walked out.

"What does the old man mean?" Wang Zheng couldn't help asking Han Xingye.

"I don't know, maybe he is letting you to toss around in Fuzhou?" Han Xingye couldn't figure out the true meaning of Qin Yanwu.

"Maybe it's not just Fuzhou." Wang Zheng said thoughtfully.

After dinner, Han Xingye stayed in the general's mansion to accompany Zhang Huwa. After all, the old man's physical condition is getting worse and worse, and Han Xingye will immediately go to the Ningxia Military Region. The meeting of the two may become a farewell at any time.

Han Xingye will return to the capital tomorrow. Before that, she also wants to accompany her grandfather who once loved her very much.

Wang Zheng stood by the seaside of Fuzhou with a man, feeling the salty and wet smell coming to his face, smiled and stretched out his hand and said, "Welcome, Hongfa."

Standing in front of Wang Zheng is He Hongfa, an excellent son of the Southeast He family. An undercover man has made great contributions to destroying this big gangster for four years. Next, what awaits this young man will be a bright and smooth road.

Compared with the last time, He Hongfa has dyed his long red hair back. The short black half inch is less chic and romantic, but more powerful.

"Brother Zheng, when I heard my eldest brother say that you wanted to give me a big gift, I ran over in a hurry." Since the last time he saw Wang Zheng's thunderbolt-like means, He Hongfa has been convinced of this person. Although he is only a few years older than himself, he can't catch up with such skills and schemes.

"I heard that you have been busy digesting and absorbing the industries that used to belong to the Changbai Society, right?" Wang Zheng asked.