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Zhao Min and Bazaar returned to the room she and Feng Zilong had rented last night, said that they were tired, and sat down on the soft and comfortable sofa with a big grin.

The bazaar did not sit.

His thief eyes stared at Zhao Min without blinking.

Under the soft light, Zhao Min, who has hair and a shawl, is simply an out-of-print beauty, how attractive she looks, how charming she looks, and how intoxicating she looks.

"Bazaar, sit." Zhao Min pointed to another sofa and said.

Bazaar smiled and said, "I don't like to sit, I like to stand." As he spoke, his eyes almost fell into Zhao Min's chest groove.

It's just a pervert!

Zhao Min cursed secretly in his heart. At this time, she only dared to scold in her heart, because Feng Zilong was not around, she was afraid that Bazaar would go crazy, - people will lose their minds if they go crazy, and once he loses his mind, then her youth and body will be harmed.

She didn't want this unspeakable thing to happen to her.

Seeing that he was soft and hard and didn't eat, Zhao Min had to turn his body to the side in anger.

Seeing her turn to the side, Baza smiled and moved her body in the direction she turned.

"Bazaar!"

"What for?"

Zhao Min stared at him with two round eyes, and roared sharply: "If you bully me again, I gouged out your eyes." ”

"Isn't it just to take a look?" Bazaar still said with a hippie smile, "I don't care about you, if you gouge out my eyes, aren't you afraid that I will rape you?" ”

In the last sentence, he gritted his teeth, as if he really wanted to rape her.

Zhao Min shrank behind the sofa.

Bazaar continued to smile softly.

Zhao Min turned his face sideways.

Out of sight, out of mind. But as she turned to her side, Bazaar walked into her eyes like a ghost.

He's a haunting ghost.

Wherever Zhao Min goes, he follows.

He has a thick face, no matter how you scold him or scold him, he will not get angry, he will not yell at you, he will only stare at a certain part of your body, and he will always look at you stupidly.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Half an hour has passed, and Feng Zilong has not returned.

The light shone on the floor, on the tables, and on the walls, and was as white as snow.

Outside the room, the wind whined.

Zhao Min knew that it was an unusual night.

Opposite her, Bazaar was still staring at her, if Feng Zilong couldn't come back, then the man in front of him would take everything that originally belonged to Feng Zilong, including her body.

If he dared to touch her, she would shoot him.

She wouldn't let him touch her.

She belongs to Feng Zilong. Even if he died, she would leave herself to him.

"Zhao, do you want a cup of coffee or something like that?"

Bazaar saw that Zhao Min ignored him, so he had nothing to say.

Zhao Min glanced at him and said, "Bazaar, I advise you not to beat my idea, I can warn you, if you dare to hit my idea, I will definitely make you regret it for the rest of your life." ”

She's a man who walks the talk.

Bazaar didn't know this. He thought that Zhao Min was like other women, as long as she said more good things and asked her a little more, she would soften her heart and let him get close to her and possess her.

The idea was beautiful, but the implementation was cruel, because before he moved, Zhao Min saw through his intentions and made him dare not move again.

"Zhao, don't look at me with old eyes, okay? I really don't have any other intentions, I just want to make a cup of coffee and make it difficult for you to drink......"

"Fuck you!" Listening to what he said, the more outrageous it became, the angry Zhao Min picked up the ashtray on the table and smashed it angrily at the bazaar.

Bazaar didn't have an idea Zhao Min was furious, she only said that she didn't do it, but she didn't expect her to smash it, and she actually hit him in the head. Bazaar howled and crouched to the ground.

Zhao Min stood up from the couch.

Bazaar saw that her sudden frenzy was very terrifying, so he stood up in horror, and said that he would not dare to upset her anymore, and begged her to have a large number of them, and not to be like him.

Zhao Min ignored him.

She lifted the spleen wine bottle on the table, slapped the cap, took a big sip on her neck, and said, "If you dare to beat my idea again, be careful that I will kill you with a bottle!"

As he spoke, he suddenly broke the bottom of the bottle on the corner of the table, put it against the vein of Bazaar's neck, and whispered like an angry tigress: "I warn you one last time: if you dare to hit me again, I will stab you to death!" As he spoke, he poked hard, and a stream of blood ran down his neck and onto his chest.

"Zhao, I was wrong!"

"Wrong mom!"

Regarding Bazaar's temperament, Zhao Min, who already knew something, naturally would not believe his words.

Bazaar shuddered.