Chapter 149 I'm not a hooligan, I'm a bad guy

The bedroom that Qianhe arranged to live in on weekends is also antique. The entrance is blocked by an embroidered peony screen. In front of the screen is an Eight Immortal table and two matching chairs. Behind the screen is a very simple wooden shelf, which is full of various decorative ceramics, and then there is a wooden bed. Because it is a hot day, ** is still covered with bed curtains, and the scarlet translucent bed curtains are reflected with the screen at the door.

What surprised me most on the weekend was that **'s bedding, sheets and pillows were also classical.

Is Su Daji, the female goblin, still a retro idealist?

entered the bedroom, lay directly on ** on the weekend, and then issued an expulsion order: "Qianhe, I need to sleep. You can go out. Thank you for your greeting today!"

Qianhe felt surprised. She had made plans to rub the oil on the weekend. Why is this big bad guy and big pervert have no sexual interest now? Is it that your charm has not unfolded?

In order to hook up last weekend, Qian He decided to urge some more seductive skills. She walked lightly to the bedside and sat on the edge of the bed as soft as if there were no bones. Her right leg even hung on the bed to show the snow-white place. That's not to mention it. While she sat down, she stretched out her waist and put her hair together, because she straightened her chest. Therefore, the two circles on the chest look particularly strong.

And all this** is right in front of the weekend, and Qianhe doesn't believe that there will be no feeling on the weekend.

"Brother, do you want to take a shower before going to bed? Qianhe is willing to rub your back!" When Qianhe said this, he leaned on the weekend for a long time. The thigh exposed to the air pressed against the weekend's jeans, and his little hand stroked the weekend's chest.

As long as he is a normal man, it is impossible not to feel it when he is so provoked by a beautiful woman. On the weekend, he naturally turned over and threw down Qianhe, a little demon from Japan. However, when he thought of the knife with two fingers wide, he felt boring.

Like Qianhe posted in his arms, she is just a female star on the poster. She can see it, but she can't get it. Even if she can get it, she doesn't want it on weekends. God knows whether Qianhe will suddenly play with a knife at the critical moment of the small weekend probe.

"I had seven times a night with Sister Su last night, and now my waist is sore. Please forgive me." When he said this on the weekend, he raised his hand and pinched Qianhe's *, and then pushed the soft and boneless Qianhe to stand up.

"seven times a night?" Qianhe was very depressed that he couldn't make the weekend emotional, but more unexpected, the weekend's body shape is perfect, but is it really okay seven times a night? Qianhe looked at the weekend with some suspicion, and at this time, he had closed his eyes.

"Brother..." Seeing that he fell asleep without taking off his weekend shoes lying on his back, Qianhe called tentatively and then said, "Since you're tired, go to bed. I'm going out."

Qianhe did not go out. After saying this, she stood quietly by the bedside, covered by the bed curtain. If she slept in a daze on the weekend, she may not be able to feel it.

After about ten minutes, the weekend with my eyes closed began to make a uniform breathing sound, but because the room was quiet, it was clear and audible.

Wow! Whew! Whoo!

"Are you asleep?" Hearing the even breathing sound of the weekend, such an idea flashed in Qianhe's mind. subconsciously, she shouted softly, "Big brother..."

** The weekend lying on his back made no sound except for moving his body and turning his back to the direction of Qianhe.

God help me!

Seeing that his back was exposed to himself on the weekend, Qianhe did not hesitate. He reached back and took out the two-finger wide knife hidden in the vest. The knife was only as long as the middle finger, wrapped in a white gauze without a handle. He opened the white cloth. Even in the dark bedroom, the blade was cold and shining.

"Handsome man, if you sleep with me for a few nights, it must be very good, but it's a pity that you don't have this chance."

Qianhe opened the bed curtain, held up the knife in his hand and stood in front of the weekend. The tip of the knife was pointed at the back of the weekend's head, and then stabbed it down hard!

Although Qianhe is weak and delicate, the knife is too powerful. The posture of the action is unconcealed, like a female tiger pounced on the antelope.

Almost at the same time when Qianhe stabbed a knife, the hand that was originally pressed in his arms on the weekend suddenly stretched out, and a hundred silver-gray pistol suddenly resisted Qianhe's forehead.

"If you are not afraid of being hit in the head, you can stab me with your broken blade!"

The silver-gray pistol is as big as a palm and very delicate, which is exactly the one used by the white ghost before.

I guess only he knows how he took this pistol with him on the weekend wearing only one pair of trousers.

Fortunately, the trousers he was wearing were loose enough, so he hid the pistol in his trousers when the goblin and the black-and-white ghost were carpooling downstairs. He was also bold and not afraid of breaking the small weekend with a deadly pistol.

When wearing jeans, he secretly hid the pistol in his trouser pocket while Qianhe was away on the weekend.

Speaking of which, the reason why the weekend was willing to take risks with a small weekend is to hide this silver-gray pistol in his trousers, and even deceived the female goblin Su Daji, in order to guard against Su Daji.

After all, Su Daji, the female goblin, is too mysterious and the force value is terrible. She is not sure what danger she will encounter when she will follow Su Daji to the emperor's dragon court on the weekend, so she brought a silver-gray pocket pistol.

I didn't know that Su Daji was not dealt with, but Qianhe, a mysterious woman who was killed in the air, was tricked.

"Are you pretending to sleep?" Qianhe looked at the silver-gray pistol in his hand in his hand in disbelief.

From Qianhe's eyes, it can be concluded that Qianhe knew the pistol, that is to say, she knew the original owner of the gun.

"If you don't pretend to sleep, how can you show your foxen's tail?" While talking on the weekend, he, who was lying on his back, slowly sat up and held a gun in such a stable posture, which was no less than the white ghost.

"Have you already found out that I was going to assassinate you?" Qianhe was very surprised. How did he find out on the weekend?

"You may not be able to understand this kind of high-IQ technical work, right?" On the weekend, he got up and took the knife in Qianhe's hand and threw it on the ground like throwing garbage. Then, on the weekend, he raised his hand on Qianhe's shoulder and his wrist sank. Qianhe sat on the edge of the bed. "You only have one chance to tell me why you want to kill me!"

"Huh!" Qianhe snorted coldly, and his face was full of disdain, "You dare not kill me..."

"Bang!"

Before Qianhe finished speaking, he threw a slap in the face on the weekend and hit Qianhe's right face. At that moment, a red palm print appeared on Qianhe's fair face.

"I'm a man who likes to think about problems with my lower body!" On the weekend, he looked cold and said, "You can say that I don't want to kill you, but you shouldn't say that I dare not kill you."

"You..." Qianhe covered his hot face, half wronged and half resentful. "Weekend, don't worry about talking crazy. If you have the ability, shoot me now! However, you'd better think about the consequences. I'm sure the end will not be you..."

"Bang!"

Another slap was thrown out, which was also Qianhe's right face. However, this weekend's strength was obviously greater, so Qianhe was slapped obliquely on **, and the corners of his mouth also overflowed a trace of blood.

"No matter how hard you are*, in my eyes, you are just a woman!" The weekend said word by word, "I can hurt an obedient woman, but I will never be soft on a woman who can deal with me with a knife."

While talking on the weekend, his big hand pressed on Qianhe's shoulder again.

chi la......

With a crack, Qianhe's shoulder skirt was suddenly torn by the weekend. The strength was too strong, and it suddenly broke almost to the waist and abdomen.

Suddenly, the black ribbon hanging on Qianhexiang's shoulder and the round cup wrapped in a round were exposed, which was very strong and big. At least a slap on the weekend may not be able to control it.

"What are you going to do?" Qianhe's eyes were so anxious that she couldn't care about pointing to the eye of the gun on her forehead. She protected her chest with her hands, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.

After all, she is a girl, so she can't help but be afraid! Before that, she had a knife in her hand and could tease weekends, but now it's different. The other party held a gun to her head. If she was careless, she would lose her body.

"What am I going to do? You should be very experienced in this kind of thing, right? On the weekend, he did not look at the panic in Qianhe's expression. When he spoke, the gunhole on Qianhe's forehead moved under Qianhe's body little by little. Finally, the gun eye fell on the round cup exposed in front of Qianhe's chest, "This place is very beautiful!"

"You...you hooligan..." Qianhe was really scared. While saying this, her body began to move towards **, trying to avoid the very "rogue" pistol on the weekend.

"Rouist? No! I won't touch you. I'm not a hooligan. I'm a bad guy, a big bad guy!" On the weekend, he said to himself, "Imagine if I shoot this place, will it bleed? Will you die?"

"Wow..." Qianhe collapsed. How can there be such a man in the world? You said that if you threaten people, why do you still point a gun at other people's place?

"Bad guy...bad guy...big bad guy..."

"Bang!"

Another slap was thrown out, which was also Qianhe's right face, not because he liked to hit her right face on weekends, but because his right hand was holding a gun, and only his left hand was free.

"I'm afraid of women crying, but this weakness does not include women who try to kill me!" On the weekend, he grabbed Qianhe's long shawl hair, which was too rough but powerful, and suddenly threw Qianhe curled up under the bed.

Fortunately, the ground is a wooden floor, otherwise, Qianhe's little arms and calves will have to be broken.

In her opinion, the weekend is a soft and hard freak. The threat of harsh words is ineffective, and it is useless to pretend to be weak and cry. Qianhe, who fell to the ground, finally chose to seduce.

Getting up from the ground with great difficulty, Qianhe stood in front of the weekend, with a soft smile on the corners of his mouth. This smile was like ** in the wild, not attractive, but absolutely pure.

Putting aside Qianhe's desire to assassinate the weekend for no reason, such a light smile, to be honest, really can't control the weekend.

"Handsome man, since you pretended to sleep and seduce me to show my feet, you must have heard what I said before."

"If you sleep with me for a few nights, it must be great!"

"Since I can't help being killed by your pistol today, I beg you to make me happy before I die!" Qianhe spoke very bluntly. As she spoke, her hand had reached to her waist. Her green fingers gently pulled, and the skirt fell off, because the skin on her body was too tender and slippery. While the skirt was loosened, the white chiffon skirt on her body also slipped along her body.

The next second, a three-point beauty appeared in front of the weekend.

However, with the silver-gray pistol in his hand on the weekend, Qianhe closed his eyes, opened his arms, and made a seductive posture.

"Handsome man, you are a fierce man seven times a night. Remember to be gentle with your sister. It's the first time for her to have blood."

"It's said that I'm a man who thinks about problems in the lower body. Don't seduce me like this, okay?" The silver-gray pistol held over the weekend obviously began to tremble, and even his throat began to squirm.

"Come on, bad guy, have a good time!" Qianhe opened his pink mouth, which was moist and moist.

Then, lift your feet on the weekend and walk towards Qianhe.