"No, no, no."

In the early morning, a series of slightly hideous shouts sounded, startling a group of small birds perched outside the window.

On the bed of a spacious and simple bedroom, a shirtless man sat up violently, panting for breath in his mouth, his eyes were hideous, his body was covered in cold sweat, and the tendons on his neck were leaking.

The man's body was densely covered with all kinds of wounds, including slash marks from sword tears, as well as penetrating wounds left by firearms and ammunition, especially a gunshot wound on the chest, which was directly aimed at the heart, making it unbelievable how he survived.

In addition, from the man's rock-hard body, there was also a faint bloody aura, if someone was in the room at the moment, he would definitely be covered with hairs all over his body, and he would feel creepy.

Only those who know how to understand that this is the murderous aura that can only be accumulated after countless killings.

"Whew!"

Panting, the shirtless man took a few deep breaths, and it took a while before he calmed down.

"Hey, I didn't expect that after several years, I still can't let myself forget the past." A pair of bloodshot eyes revealed a touch of sadness and gloom, and the man Yang Hong sighed.

After a moment of silence, Yang Hong got off the bed, put on a casual suit, and walked to the mirror.

Looking at his resolute and cold face, which was as sharp as a knife, a cynical smile appeared on his face, and he instantly turned into a lazy gentleman.

Camouflage, for him in the past, was not a very difficult thing.

"Damn, what kind of stupid villa is designed by a designer, there is not even a toilet in the room." Returning to a lazy state, Yang Hong, who was in a hurry to urinate, walked out of the room, complaining while walking towards the nearest bathroom on the second floor.

Pushing open the clean bathroom door, I came to the toilet and relaxed comfortably.

After shaking three times, he was just about to put on his pants when there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.

Before Yang Hong was stunned, the other party had already rushed into the bathroom.

Seeing the person coming, Yang Hong's eyes widened instantly, completely shocked by the vision, and even subconsciously stepped out of the way.

What appeared in his sight was a beautiful girl with red lips and bright teeth, a light sweep of moth eyebrows, and a beautiful face.

Originally, with Yang Hong's willpower, he was not so distracted, and the most important thing was that at this moment, this beautiful lady was only wearing a pink translucent pajamas.

That hazy sense of temptation makes people's blood rush.

When he came back to his senses, Yang Hong just wanted to speak, but he was stunned to find that Mei Jiaoniang completely ignored his existence, squinted her eyes dimly, and looked like she hadn't woken up yet, so she walked past him.

Next, Mei Jiaoniang's actions made him almost exclaim.

Mei Jiao Niang actually reached out and picked up the pink pajamas in front of him, and sat on the toilet.

Gradually, Mei Jiaoniang showed a comfortable look on her face, her sleepiness subsided a lot, and she slowly opened a pair of hazy eyes.

"Not good!"

Yang Hong, who was immersed in the excitement, trembled in his heart, and it was too late to hide it again.

"Ahh

A deafening, high-pitched scream that almost shattered the glass, instantly resounded throughout the villa, breaking the silence of the early morning.

Half an hour later, on the couch in the living room on the first floor.

Yang Hong sat on one side with palpitations, and on the other side was the beautiful lady who was wearing pink pajamas before, but it was different from the hazy and coquettish expression just now, at this moment her face was like frost, and her beautiful eyes were as cold as absolute zero.

The two sat opposite each other, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing, making people a little out of breath.

"Okay, okay, it's all a misunderstanding, isn't it okay to explain it clearly." Next to the two, a middle-aged woman in her forties smiled and played a round.

"Aunt Fang, you don't know how disgusting he is, he's just a pervert."

Recalling the scene just now, a flush of shame and anger appeared on Mei Jiaoniang's face, and she glared at Yang Hong fiercely.

"Hey, hey, hey, who's a pervert, obviously you broke into the bathroom, I was facilitating it at the time, you broke in by yourself, I think you have some special fetishes." Yang Hong retorted dissatisfiedly, thinking of the scene where Mei Jiaoniang chased him with scissors just now, his heart was still jumping, and he almost became the last eunuch in modern times.

"What, you have a special fetish, you are shameless, nasty, voyeur." Angry, Mei Jiaoniang stood up and scolded angrily

"Okay, I'm shameless, I'm nasty, that's fine." Yang Hong shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

Hearing him admit it, the anger in Mei Jiaoniang's heart dropped slightly, but Yang Hong's next words made her grit her teeth angrily.

"One thing I want to declare is that I didn't peep, even if I looked, it was just and bright, and I saw it openly." Yang Hong's face was serious, and people who didn't know thought he was talking about some advanced topics.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to cut that disgusting thing out of yours." The beautiful lady who was mad was completely devoid of her usual dignified and elegant appearance, shouting like a crazy woman, if it wasn't for Aunt Fang next to her to stop her, she would almost rush up.

"Alright, Twilight, today's incident was a misunderstanding, and so are you, the habit of waking up in the morning and going to the toilet in a daze needs to be changed, after all, it's not just the two of us living here now." Pressing the beautiful girl Qi Duxue back on the sofa, Aunt Fang looked at the two of them funny: "Besides, the two of you are already engaged and will get married in a while, this kind of thing is nothing." ”

"Hmph, who's going to marry such a shameless, nasty bastard." Qi Duxue turned her head angrily, secretly regretting that she shouldn't have listened to her father's words and made a marriage with Yang Hong.

Leaning on the sofa, Yang Hong shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "That's better, I'm not interested in hormonal disorders, grumpy, and frosty women, you better make it clear to your uncle as soon as possible, I'll wait for good news." ”

"You !!"

Qi Duxue glared at Yang Hong angrily, if his eyes could kill, it was estimated that he had died hundreds of thousands of times.

Ignoring Qi Duxue's vicious eyes, Yang Hong, who was thick-skinned enough, was still smiling and drinking tea leisurely, so that Qi Duxue had nowhere to vent his anger.

Looking at the vindictive two, Aunt Fang smiled helplessly and beckoned the two to have breakfast next to them.

The first book of the Book King novel