"Hmm. She answered, burrowed into his arms, clasped his shoulders tightly with her little hands, and murmured, "Your smell is good." ”

Smelling his breath, she actually slept soundly.

Gu Chuyan slept soundly, and it wasn't until a black shadow flashed that Xiao Mohan quietly got up and covered her with the quilt.

Presidential Villa

Han Changqing drove a luxurious Harley and ran wildly on the road.

Wen Shui strode forward, jumped up, and reached out to hug Han Changqing's waist.

"What are you doing? Han Changqing drove Harley, and when he was asked to jump into the car, he turned a corner handsomely, the car was half on the ground, and he drew a handsome posture on the ground.

Wen Shui stretched out his hand, grabbed his hat and put it on.

"Don't get off! Wenshui forced him to sit down, refusing to come down.

Han Changqing stretched out his hand and pulled Wenshui hard, but who knew that Wenshui grabbed his arm with his backhand and pulled it hard.

"Ask the water. Han Changqing backhanded him and hit his chest.

Harley lost control and almost hit the railing, Han Changqing made an iron face and yelled at him: "Ask the water, if you don't want to die, just sit down for me." ”

Wen Shui raised his hand in surrender and said to him: "The little train is running, and Ben Shao is responsible for sitting." ”

Han Changqing had a calm face, drove Harley Yang away, the cold wind blew past his ears, and the water buckled his waist and was thrown away by Han Changqing.

"If you don't want to be beaten, just sit down for me. ”

Asking the water to listen, the demon's face was smiling: "I've washed the bath together, and I'm still afraid of being touched?"

"Get out. Han Changqing roared.

Seeing Han Changqing move seriously, Wen Shui rolled his eyes, raised his hand and surrendered: "Okay, I won't tease you!"

Outside the presidential villa, a luxurious Harley rushed in.

"Who?" A bodyguard rushed forward, blocking the way, and was asked to raise his foot and sweep up, he was asked to kick and fly and fell to the side, Han Changqing's car rushed to the door, flew up, turned a beautiful arc, and stopped safely.

"Cool. Asking Shui said, turning around and getting out of the car.

The bodyguards stood not far away, guns in their hands, looking at the two men.

"Is the president dead?" asked Shui as he stepped forward.

At this time, the secretary ran out sweaty, looked at them, and although he was puzzled, he still welcomed them in.

Wen Shui and Han Changqing walked into the bedroom and smelled a strange smell.

"What about Xiao Mohan?" At this moment, the president was better off than dead, and he blurted out when he saw them.

When Han Changqing heard the word "Xiao Mohan", he strode forward, stretched out his hand and clasped his body hard, pressed it hard, and said in a cold voice: "Master's name, can you also call it?"

"Shhh The president was lying on the bed, his back was full of needles pierced in the acupuncture points, and he pressed hard, the needles poked deeper, he rolled his eyes in pain, and he was about to faint.

Han Changqing lifted him hard and fell down heavily.

"I...."The president was so hurt that he couldn't speak.

"Han Changqing, don't be too violent as a man! Learn from Xiao Mohan and be gentle. Asked Shui Langsheng said, he turned his head to look at the secretary: "If you don't want to die, get out." ”

The secretary was yelled at by him, his face changed, and he looked at the president's eyes, and he withdrew.

"Who the hell is so unreasonable to the president?" the secretary whispered.

In the bedroom, Han Changqing let go of him.

Before asking the water, he stretched out his hand to lift the quilt, and Hang Erlang said, "Ah Qing." ”

"Huh?" Han Changqing heard his voice and turned around and walked over.

Wenshui grabbed his arm, dragged him forward, and whispered, "This... Maybe it's not the old demon of Montenegro. ”

The president almost fainted when he heard the words "Black Mountain Old Demon", although his surname was black, but...

(PS: The president is enduring and gathering his true strength!, afraid of being known, so he is also a terrible opponent.) )

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