What a familiar sound...... It's the male corpse!

I turned around quickly, and the slightly cool aura disappeared in an instant: "Come out! Don't play tricks with me!"

"Heh......"

A pair of cold big hands suddenly appeared on my waist, and I subconsciously raised my foot and kicked back, and Mo Yiming quickly dodged away. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

He pursed his lips dissatisfiedly and clasped his hands in front of his chest: "As a woman, how can you be so violent?"

He wore a black casual suit, and finally he was no longer naked/naked/body, and he looked a little more pleasing to the eye.

"Huh!" I snorted coldly, my eyes narrowing slightly, "You haven't seen anything more violent." ”

As soon as the words fell, I raised my foot again and kicked him directly in the head. He didn't dodge, he shot faster than me, and raised his hand to intercept my leg.

I quickly retracted my leg and raised my fist at him.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled hard. My body suddenly lost its center of gravity and threw myself at him uncontrollably, directly on top of him.

"So, you like to take the initiative?" a playful voice sounded overhead, and I reacted and quickly jumped out of his arms.

He hooked the corners of his lips wickedly, and his thin lips lightly opened: "I remember, in my dreams your body is very eager for my ......"

"Shut up!" I glared at him.

As soon as he said this, the scenes from the previous dream came to mind clearly, and he suddenly felt a heat on his face. Oh my God! Leng Qiange, Leng Qiange, you are really poisoned.

"Hey, I don't care what the hell you are, please get me as far as you want, don't pester me!"

I've fought him twice, and I know that this male corpse is very capable. If I do, I'm no match for him. Thirty-six plans, go for the upper plan.

I walked around to the door, pulled it open and ran out.

"Leng Qiange, you will take the initiative to beg me. Behind him, he said lightly.

When I left Community A, my mind was full of that male corpse, and I couldn't get rid of it. What the hell is he? It doesn't feel like a ghost, does it...... Is it a zombie?

Maybe he's far beyond my imagination, and it seems that I'll have to ask my grandfather for help in this matter.

I had just taken out my phone to call my grandfather when an unfamiliar number popped up on the screen.

"Hello?"

"Sister Leng, we have brought that kid back to the bureau, when are you coming?" It turned out to be the young policeman today.

Damn! Looks like we have to get work done first.

"Okay, I'll come right over. Hanging up, I slammed on the gas pedal and drove in the direction of the police station.

As soon as I entered the interrogation room, I saw that the yellow-haired boy was holding Erlang's legs like an uncle. The most outrageous thing is that there are melon seeds and tea in front of him.

"What's going on?" I looked at the policeman at the door.

He pouted helplessly: "Sister Leng, I can't help it, he ......"

"That's enough!" I interrupted him with my hand raised, and strode over to the boy.

The kid looked up at me, but didn't react, still knocking on the melon seeds with no one in his eyes.

"Oh! good......" I sneered, picked up the teacup on the table and poured it directly in his face.

"Holy!" he snapped to his feet and exploded into a foul mouth, clearly not expecting me to do it.

"Bang~" I slammed the teacup on the table: "What, do you think this is a teahouse?

The yellow-haired boy glanced at me and sat back on the stool.

"Wow! Sister Leng is so domineering......" The two policemen at the door discussed in a low voice, I glared at them, and the two immediately closed their mouths in recognition.