Chapter 117

Xun Mochen turned his head and looked at the vast night. His eyes passed through nothingness and flashed with restlessness.

He asked the driver to stop and then walked down.

The driver was puzzled and waited on the side.

Once Su Qianmian quarreled with him, and it was raining heavily. She had to go to the countryside in the rain.

But he doesn't know what's wrong with her at all.

The wide lapis lazuli street, with pink walls and tiles, and misty rain. They stood in the middle of the road and raised their eyes, as if they would be washed away by the rainstorm the next moment.

Xun Mochen felt a strong uneasiness in his heart.

He settled the bill and turned around and walked into the darkness.

The driver poked his head out of the car window, fucked the California accent, and shouted at him, "The street hotel you are going to is coming soon!" In front is the old business district, which is very chaotic!"

But Xun Mochen didn't pay attention to him at all and strode.

Su Qianmian smiled in a stunned smile.

At that time, she slept with him for the first time. The next day, Xun Mochen had big dark circles under her eyes. In her doubtful eyes, her face blushed slightly and complained angrily that she was not sleeping honestly.

Su Qianmian walked out of the narrow space of the telephone booth, looked at the starry lights, and felt that her heart was full of confidence and strength.

"Hi, what kind of service do you need? Both men and women have it~~" An oil-faced boy leaned diagonally at the entrance of a house in the alley, holding only the smoke that was about to burn out.

Xun Mochen's straight suit trousers and leather shoes stepped across the silted water in the alley and ignored it at all.

Someone patted Su Qianmian on the shoulder, and Su Qianmian screamed.

When she saw who was behind her, her face turned green.

That was Zhang Yingzu, who was chasing Xun Mochen when he came back from Taixian Lake.

Zhang Yingzu laughed, making Su Qianmian goose bumps.

With Xun Mochen's character, shouldn't he have been disposed of long ago? Did you escape here? I heard it. Then he must have suffered a lot from Xun Mochen. He must hate Xun Mochen to death...

The enemy doesn't move, I don't move. Su Qianmian waited for Zhang Yingzu's plan. She has seen Zhang Yingzu's madness and cruelty.

Zhang Yingzu suddenly stared at her neck and didn't move.

Su Qianmian's heart tightened: He won't want to rob sex, will he?

Su Qianmian slowly raised his hand and tightened the neckline.

Zhang Yingzu went forward, quickly reached for her neck, grabbed the jade she was wearing on her neck, and pulled it to her. A red mark immediately appeared on Su Qianmian's neck.

"Where did you come from?" Zhang Yingzu asked eagerly.

Su Qianmian realized the importance of Ciyu and began to deal with him.

"I warn you that you'd better let go and don't beg me at that time."

Zhang Yingzu laughed again: "For those who have this piece of jade, the brothers in the Taoist have to avoid it."

He sent his hand. Obviously, he just just judged whether the jade was true or false. Presumably, no one dares to imitate the old man's token.

Zhang Yingzu narrowed his triangular eyes similar to his brother Zhang Ying's family and said, "Actually, I don't want to hurt you. On the contrary, I'm here to help you."

Su Qianmian thanked him: "No matter what kind of help it is, I will thank you in advance. But I'm doing well."

Zhang Yingzu looked at Su Qianmian's back and said in a shrill voice, "Don't you want to know about Su Yuanqing?"

Su Qianmian suddenly fell for a while, but then calmed down.

"I don't want to."

But Zhang Yingzu doesn't want to let go of such a good opportunity. He stopped Su Qianmian's road, and his breath flowed. Although the corners of his mouth were raised, his eyes were completely gloomy: "I have one thing I want Miss Su to help."

Su Qianmian refused and wanted to leave, but Zhang Yingzu restrained her wrist.

Su Qianmian shouted for help, but the power difference between the two sides was so great that he was pulled into the alley three or two times.

Zhang Yingzu quickly took out his pistol and resisted Su Qianmian's temple.

The hard texture of the metal was cold, and Su Qianmian's blood cooled down in an instant.

Zhang Yingzu's voice was like a male duck with his neck pinched, and he laughed.

"How do you know that it's not easy to be a gangster like you? Are you scared to pee in your pants? Hahahaha!" His eyes became more vicious: "My brother just helps him with things. Is Xun Mochen going to cross the river and tear down the bridge? My brother's whole family was destroyed by him, and he had to sell it in order to make a living for his little daughter. Zhang Yingzu's speech was getting faster and faster, and he was uncontrollably excited. His arm made Su Qianmian cough.

"Why! You are all fucking bitches!"

Su Qianmian gasped and gasped: "I, me and Xun Mochen, it has nothing to do with it."

"In order to live, you don't even want your own man? What about the affection between the wife in Taixian Lake? Zhang Yingzu grabbed Su Qianmian's hair that had just found his neck, and Su Qianmian had to raise his head.

"You have been in California for too long and don't know Lin Cheng... You can check it... I have nothing to do with him... If you can't use me, you will anger the Shen family. Why?"

Zhang Yingzu was a little suspicious, "Do you already know that it is the one who framed Su Yuanqing..."

Before he finished his words, his pupils suddenly dilated and pressed softly on Su Qianmian's body.

"Who is it?" Su Qianmian asked.

Gently trembled, and there was a strong emotional suppressed sound, curling up in the black narrow alley and dissipating in the bright starry sky.

But Zhang Yingzu did not respond at all. As soon as she pushed, Zhang Yingzu fell to the ground. There was no wound on his body, but it seemed to be dead.

Then, Xun Mochen's obscure face appeared behind him.

Xun Mochen strode to the meteor, pulled Su Qianmian into his arms and hugged him tightly.

Shallow, my shallow...

Su Qianmian trembled his hands, clenched tightly, and tried to keep himself calm.

"Is he still alive?"

Xun Mochen didn't say anything. He put his chin on top of her head and sniffed her breath deeply.

Then he suddenly lowered his head, held her face, and kissed her hard.

There is no room for discussion and retreat to pry open her teeth, greedily sucking her lips, her tongue, and a strong and hot gasp sprayed on her cheeks, burning her nerves.

The depressing thoughts are overwhelming. The familiar smell makes people crazy to touch. Su Qianmian's eyes are a little confused, and her eyelashes tremble slightly.

Xun Mochen clasped her to take it in her arms and plundered it crazily in her mouth. Her hot hands went deep from her back, and her cocooned fingers stroked her smooth back. Su Qianmian seemed to flow through, with a trembling, her legs and feet were a little weak, and she was eager for her.

She didn't know that it was his touch, which was already so thrilling.

Xun Mochen hugged her thighs with both hands and put her against the wall in an instant.

Su Qianmian was afraid of falling, and his legs hooked his neck, put his arms around his neck, and gasped.

It was already thick, and in Su Qianmian's delicate/breathing, it even bigger and jumped suddenly against her private/alth.

Su Qianmian's mind is chaotic, and the only one who can keep her clear is Zhang Yingzu lying on the ground.

"He, how is he?"

Xun Mochen moved forward fiercely, and Su Qianmian suddenly took a breath. This feeling of not entering through the clothes, the next second may be bumped into the tension, excitement, shame, and unspeakable expectation, which made Su Qianmian heartless.

But she still insisted: "Is he dead?"

Xun Mochen was eager to enter her. Su Qianmian supported his chest with his hands: "No..."

Xun Mochen buried his face in Su Qianmian's shoulder socket, took a few deep breaths, put Su Qianmian down, helped her tighten her neckline, straighten her broken hair, and then took her hand. His voice was low and hoarse, like an affectionate cello: "Let's find a hotel and continue."

The forgetfulness just now made Su Qianmian blush, and his eyes seemed to contain water, full of charming amorous feelings.

Xun Mochen unconsciously lowered his head and pecked the corners of her lips again.

Su Qianmian turned his head and looked at Zhang Yingzu, who was lying on the ground.

Xun Mochen pulled her: "He's fine."

Xun Mochen doesn't explain more. These three words are already the limit he gave. Although Su Qianmian has too many questions, he knows that now is not the time to ask. Similarly, she is also in a state of anxiety.