Feng Jing's right hand covered his right cheek, looking aggrieved, but his eyes were still open, and he looked at the beautiful body in front of him in a daze. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Look." Yao Qian pursed her little lips and shouted, raising her hand to fan his cheek. Feng Jing's eyes slanted up mischievously and turned away. Yao Qian hurriedly bowed down to pick up the bath towel, and the bath towel just wrapped around her chest before she had time to cover her back, and the door behind her was kicked open from the outside.

The moment the police broke into the room, Feng Jing opened his arms to fight for more private space for Yao Qian, allowing the muzzle of the gun to move from his heart to his forehead.

The cold Yao Qian seemed to be possessed by a demon, threw her feet and stomped on the ground fiercely, and let out a long hum like a girl in the boudoir was coquettish.

The corners of Feng Jing's lips lifted slightly, revealing a delicate smile, turned around, and took the bath towel that hung down from her waist. "What are you going to do?" Yao Qian's body couldn't help but tremble and shook her body.

"Don't move." Feng Jing's hands tugged, corrected her body, and wrapped the bath towel around.

A faint touch came from her back, itchy, soft, and warm, and she loved it, and she could imagine a man untying his wife's clothes.

"Don't move." A shout startled her imagination, and she returned to reality. In reality, the policeman behind her kept repeating these two words, and she suddenly had an inexplicable urge to snatch their guns and give them two bullets. It's a pity that when Yao Qian was thinking like this, bullets flew towards them, maybe the police guessed her mind and struck first.

said that it was too late, Feng Jing's eyebrows frowned slightly, the bath towel around it was not yet secure, and the two disappeared in the room, like two long-lived ghosts.

When the sixteenth-story grenade exploded, Yao Qian was taking a bath in a transparent bath. After a loud bang, she didn't think about carrying the bath towel to be changed and went to the sixteenth floor.

At the fire ladder, she saw Liu Cheng, who was wearing only a pair of colored pants, presumably he was also taking a bath, because the two of them would have a date. Liu Cheng was Yao Qian's instructor at the Police Academy, and later became Yao Qian's colleague after being dispatched. When they have nothing to do, they often meet with the students of the same class to play, and today, too, they meet tonight to the Phoenix Mountain opposite the Zhonglian Hotel to blow the wind, and I heard that there can be a meteor there tonight.

Liu Cheng examined Yao Qian up and down, Yao Qian was very uncomfortable and also examined herself, and asked softly, "What's wrong?" ”

The corners of Liu Cheng's lips raised slightly, revealing a treacherous smile: "Water out of hibiscus!" ”

Bang, Yao Qian's elbow hit Liu Cheng's lower abdomen mercilessly. Ah-Liu Cheng screamed in pain, turned his head and was about to say her two words of respect for the child, but when he saw her face biting her lower lip slightly, the words became: "You know what? You're more beautiful when you're angry. ”

Yao Qian's hand was raised again, and she went to Liu Cheng's chest without opening her mouth. Liu Chengzhen sighed, raised his hand to catch Yao Qian's wave, and pressed it: "Don't make trouble, follow me." ”

Yao Qian withdrew her hand, snorted lightly, followed Liu Cheng, and climbed upstairs.

On the sixteenth floor, Liu Cheng poked his head out of the fire door, and when he saw that there was no situation, he turned around and rolled to the door next to him. He poked out half of his head again, the corridor was still silent, he hesitated, pulled out, picked up a pistol from the corpse and said, "Safe." When Yao Qian leaned out, the pistol in his hand was thrown at Yao Qian. Yao Qian was also very tacit, jumped up and took the pistol in her hand, rolled to the door, leaned against the door behind her, and nodded slightly to Liu Cheng.

"You're covering me in the back." As soon as Liu Cheng's words fell, he rolled on the ground again and picked up a submachine gun.

Yao Qian rushed out of the door frame, holding a pistol in both hands, the muzzle of the gun pointed at the other end of the corridor, her eyes full of energy. Liu Cheng rushed to the front two doors at this time, and then hid in the door frame again to cover Yao Qian.

In room 1606, when the shouts of the fake drunk sounded again, Yao Qian and Liu Cheng rushed into the room, pointed their two guns at Feng Jing inside, and shouted don't move.

The bullet hung in the air, and Feng Jing and Yao Qian disappeared in the air, like demons, turning into nothing, leaving three pairs of dull eyes.

At the moment when Feng Jing and Yao Qian disappeared, the clothes and backpacks that were lying on the bed disappeared, as if they were stolen away by the powerful martial arts thieves in martial arts novels, and they couldn't see how they disappeared.

When Yao Qian opened her eyes, they had already left the Zoomlion Hotel and stood on the small mountainside of Phoenix Mountain opposite. The ground under her feet was exactly where she was going, but she didn't know why her heart was beating so happily, she only remembered the moment Feng Jing grabbed her, she closed her eyes deadly.

"Sister."

Feng Jing's voice was still clear, ringing in Yao Qian's cloudy eardrums, and she was a little confused. The body was stunned, and he suddenly pulled away from his arms, and twisted his body in panic: "Where is this?" ”

Feng Jing didn't answer her question, and raised his head to look at the Zhonglian Hotel opposite. Immediately, Yao Qian's gaze followed him, and her little feet stomped lightly on the green grass: "This is Phoenix Mountain?" ”

Feng Jing turned around, glanced at her, and nodded slightly: "Maybe!" After that, he handed her the clothes and backpack in his hand, and said, "Sister, you put on your clothes, don't catch a cold." As she spoke, a breeze greeted her, and Yao Qian couldn't help but tremble.

"Can you read minds?" Yao Qian didn't reach out to take the clothes and backpack in his hand, her eyes were wide open and staring at him.

Feng Jing pursed the corners of his lips and raised them slightly, turning them into a crescent moon in the sky. He didn't speak, but handed her the clothes and backpack in his hand again, which was considered to be an answer to her question. Actually, he didn't know what mind reading was, but his intuition told him that Yao Qian was coming to this place, so he brought her. Perhaps, this is the mind-reading technique in film and television, even if the heart he can read is only the one in front of him.

Yao Qian glanced at the black bra that Feng Jing was holding in his hand, her face was red in the moonlight, and she reached out to grab the clothes and twisted around. But before she could take two steps, she turned back and pouted, "Don't peek." After speaking, she didn't wait for Feng Jing to answer, turned around and ran to the high grass, at this time she completely forgot about the life and death of Liu Cheng in the hotel.

Reflecting the bright moonlight, Feng Jing raised his delicate smile again, watching her figure twist and twist away, and couldn't help shaking his head. I've seen it all just now, what else is there to see?

When Yao Qian returned, she was wearing tight light blue jeans and a black chiffon shirt on her upper body. His hair was scattered over his shoulders, and he wriggled and walked through the tall grass. The moonlight sprinkled on her delicate figure was very moving.

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