Yan Murong wanted to curse.

If you change the occasion, pounce on it, although this woman is a lala, but no matter what, to have a good look, to have a figure, big chest, thin waist and round buttocks, a man wants to pounce.

But in this case, Yan Murong just wanted to say to her, pounce on your uncle.

Yan Murong could have left just now, but the murderous aura that suddenly came from behind him made him have to turn back. It was a feeling he knew all too well.

He had this feeling when he was in the Suzhou and Hangzhou freight yards, and it turned out that his feeling was very accurate. And this time, just like when he was in the freight yard - Yan Murong knew that there were snipers on the opposite floor.

Obviously, this murderous aura was not emanating from Dong Wuyan's body, and when he stood up to leave, Dong Wuyan also stood up and was on the same level as him.

Therefore, Yan Murong didn't know whether the target of the sniper on the opposite floor was him or Dong Wuyan, so he even took Dong Wuyan and knocked him down.

To be honest, Yan Murong didn't want to save people. For those who threaten him, whether it is a man or a woman, he wishes that the other party was dead, but now he can't.

The curtain was opened by himself, and Dong Wuyan was behind him.

From this point of view, the bullet is bound to hit Dong Wuyan first, and then hit himself.

But others wouldn't think so—others would think that he was going to attack Dong Wuyan.

"Puff puff—"

There were a few more muffled sounds, the sound of a bullet hitting a leather couch. Fortunately, the sofa in this hotel is of good quality and thick enough, otherwise these few shots will definitely be able to penetrate a few holes in the sofa.

didn't care what Dong Wuyan would think, Yan Murong passed his hands under Dong Wuyan's armpits, hugged Dong Wuyan tightly, and as soon as his body was forced, the sofa was turned over and the two of them were buckled to the ground.

It seems that because the sniper completely lost the target and the angle of fire, after firing two more shots at the sofa, the gunfire stopped.

However, Yan Murong still didn't dare to move now. He didn't know if the sniper was gone. If he comes out from underneath and the sniper is still waiting for him, then his life will not be saved.

"I'm a little out of breath because you're pressing." In the darkness, Dong Wuyan's voice came out. The smell of light fragrance wafted into Yan Murong's nostrils, and the heat also made him feel itchy on his face.

He tried to move his body, but helplessly, the space under the sofa was too small, and with this movement, his arm unconsciously hit Dong Wuyan's chest twice.

"You've touched me." Dong Wuyan said.

"I didn't mean to." Yan Murong explained. "If you touch it, you won't get pregnant, bear with me."

"But—you've pressed me in the chest." Dong said aggrievedly.

So, Yan Murong was furious.

What the is it, is it your chest that matters or your life? Damn, didn't it accidentally press on your chest - from the texture point of view, it's completely genuine, and it's not silicone, can it still be flattened?

"Shut up, go out by yourself if you want to die, stay honest if you don't want to die." Yan Murong scolded in a deep voice.

I don't know if I was frightened by Yan Murong's sudden outbreak of domineering anger, or if I understood how dangerous the current situation was, after being yelled at by Yan Murong, Dong Wuyan really closed his mouth honestly.

In the closed, narrow and dark space under the sofa, two people lay quietly in an ambiguous posture.

Stimulated by Dong Wuyan's exhalation of hot air with a faint fragrance, Yan Murong felt that the little guy under him was about to move.

Damn, can you stop it, Yan Murong scolded in his heart, this little guy is actually interested in Lala-even if you are interested in Lala, can you please share the occasion?

Life and death, and fantasy about all that messy thing?

Women often say that men are animals that think with their lower bodies, so no matter how Yan Murong diverted his attention, the little guy in his lower body still went his own way and quickly stood up.

"Hmm-"

Unfortunately, the little guy was impartial and happened to be on the root of Dong Wuyan's thigh, making her unconsciously let out an extremely tempting moan.

So, Yan Murong shook his head and said depressedly. "Eldest sister, if you're cool, can you bear with it?"

"It's not all your fault." Dong Wuyan said with disgust like a coquettish little daughter-in-law. "Where is the top is not good, but you have to top the other people's place - the people are still a virgin, you have to be responsible for me if you top me."

Yan Murong stopped talking, and began to recite the heart mantra silently in his heart.

"You don't want to be responsible?" Dong asked aggrievedly.

Yan Murong still pretended to be deaf and dumb.

"When I got home, I told my dad that you gave me up and didn't want to be responsible."

"- Eldest sister, what do you want, I said I didn't mean it." Yan Murong was so depressed that she was about to cry.

This woman, just now, threatened herself with murderous awe, and then used this tone to threaten herself to be responsible for her?

Damn, even if you want to be responsible, you have to really do it.

"The terms of cooperation I just mentioned—"

"You'd better go back and tell your dad." Yan Murong directly interrupted Dong Wuyan's words.

"You're so cheap."

"Thank you." ――

After lying on the sofa for five minutes, Yan Murong heard the sound of sirens outside, and after a while, the sound of leather boots buckled on the ground came from outside the door. Immediately afterward, I heard the door of the box be slammed open from the outside, and a man's slightly anxious voice rang out.

"Miss Dong, I'm Pan Zhenhua, the head of the Western District SWAT Group, where are you?"

"Under the couch." Without waiting for Dong Wuyan to speak, Yan Murong shouted.

As soon as they finished shouting, the sofa was lifted from above, and then, they saw a stunned man in a combat uniform standing in front of them.

"Dong-" The man wanted to say something, but suddenly found that in this situation, he suddenly seemed to be unable to say anything.

It's weird, this scene is just too weird.

It's not that Miss Dong made a gunshot, how can it be that from the situation at the scene, it seems that the two of them played some special game too much, and used the sofa to buckle themselves underneath.

Oh, by the way, who is this man?

"Not yet." Dong Wuyan pushed Yan Murong and said.

"Well, right away." As he spoke, Yan Murong reluctantly climbed up from Dong Wuyan.

PS: In the past few days, relatives have been coming to the house, eating, drinking, chatting, playing mahjong, and my head is noisy, and the code words are irregular. This year, why is it so unhappy...... Ask for some flowers and tickets.