Wen Yuru smiled at Mu Wenhao, as a thanks, but she was snickering in her heart: "The fish is about to be bait!" Brother Cheng, watch Xiaoru make another contribution for you. ”

This message was transmitted, and Mu Wenhao's heart sank: "This female devil is finally going to do it!" He was on guard in his heart, but he kept a smile on his face, parked the car, and came to Wen Yuru.

The name "Brother Cheng" caught his attention, this name was detected from her heart for the first time, although it was not confirmed, but it was vaguely guessed that "Brother Cheng" was related to Zhang Li's incident, and it was even possible that Wen Yuru was the mastermind behind the scenes. It's just that the word "Brother Cheng" is too vague, and he must figure out who he is sacred.

Wen Yuru had already taken the lead in walking towards the stairs, and Mu Wenhao followed. He was very strange, this is a very ordinary community, although the garden is not small, but all the buildings are step houses. How could Hong Haotian's goddaughter live in a community that does not match her identity at all? Hong Haotian is building high-end real estate, and it won't hurt her to give her a set, no matter how bad it is, at least she should live in an elevator room.

With such golden branches and jade leaves, living in this black-lit community, and running the ladder every day, are you tired?

Mu Wenhao asked Wen Yuru like this, Wen Yuru shook her head freely and said, I'm not tired, I like the feeling of climbing, and in addition, I have a nostalgic complex. Then she explained that this was the house she had just rented in Jiangming, and later Hong Haotian bought it out and gave it to her, and she had feelings for it, so she didn't want to change the environment.

In all seriousness, it seems to be the case.

Wen Yuru lives on the sixth floor, the stairs are relatively steep, and it is more laborious to walk, but it is really a bit of a climbing taste, especially Wen Yuru, wearing high heels with pointed soles, twisting step by step, the soles and the bricks hit the "tuk tuk" sound, in the quiet space like an old monk beating the wooden fish, just to the third floor, and the voice-activated street lights on the fourth floor will automatically turn on.

Wen Yuru was in front, Mu Wenhao was in the back, a round buttocks twisted, often evoking some associations in him, just when he was a little preoccupied, suddenly Wen Yuru "oops", when the high heels stepped on a step, the heel slipped, and the body fell backwards.

Mu Wenhao's hands were anxious, and he hurriedly used his hands to help, just supporting Wen Yuru's round buttocks, so as to stabilize her body. The round buttocks feel good, soft as cotton, and full of elasticity.

"Are you alright?" Mu Wenhao let go of his hand a little reluctantly and asked.

"It looks like a sprained foot." Wen Yuru bent down, touched her ankle, and moaned softly, "Yo, it hurts." ”

She leaned against the wall and tried to walk up, but no sooner had her sprained foot stepped up the stairs than she let out a low groan and crouched down, a pained expression on her face.

"Just pretend!" Mu Wenhao scolded secretly, but with a concerned expression on his face, he stretched out his firm and powerful right hand to grab her arm, and said, "I'll help you." ”

"Thank you!" Wen Yuru thanked her, leaned on Mu Wenhao, and walked high and low with his support.

It was not difficult to go up to the fourth floor, Wen Yuru frowned, groaned in three steps, and bent down in five steps, so that anyone looked uncomfortable.

Mu Wenhao showed his manly spirit in time, bent his back, and said, "I'll carry you." ”

The artist is bold, he is not worried that Wen Yuru will carry out a sneak attack from behind, since she has spent so much thought, she will definitely not do risky things, unless she has a knife in her hand, Mu Wenhao really doesn't take her to heart.

Wen Yuru naturally would not refuse, and after pretending to be reserved, she prostrated herself and climbed onto Mu Wenhao's generous back.

The fragrant backrest and the soft flesh touched, but Mu Wenhao had no intention of enjoying the Yanfu she deliberately created, and just wanted to be a fool and try to cooperate with her plan to make this scene more realistic, the more realistic it may be, the easier it may be to catch this vixen.

Finally arrived on the sixth floor, Wen Yuru prompted Mu Wenhao to put her down, Mu Wenhao pretended to be a little reluctant, and said with a smile: "It's here so soon, I haven't memorized it yet!" ”

"Then you carry me in." Wen Yuru opened the door, pressed the light, and jumped on Mu Wenhao's back with a smile, like a couple.

Mu Wenhao smiled, looked at the layout of the room, carried her to a large sofa in the hall, and gently put her down.

Before he let go of his hand, Wen Yuru's small hand grabbed him.

Mu Wenhao turned his head and looked at him with a pair of eyes as clear as water, full of affection.

"Wen Hao, tonight, don't go, okay?"

Wen Yuru said very slowly, very softly, two words, after finishing speaking, Haoya bit her lower lip lightly, and seemed to muster up a lot of courage to say this.

"This ...... Not quite right? ”

Mu Wenhao's eyes lit up, but there was a slight hesitation in his words. A shy big boy.

"Wen Hao." Wen Yuru's eyes were like smoke and mist, there was a kind of hazy beauty, and her voice was like whispering, "You know what? I have always been very lonely and autistic, since I met you, I found that the world has become brighter, and in these two or three days, like two or three years, you have made me feel happier than ever......"

In the light, her eyes sparkled, tears that wet her eyelashes.

Mu Wenhao touched his nose, this pair of white was a little touching, but he decided to pretend to be innocent to the end, and said, "But, I already have a ......"

Before the word "girlfriend" was spoken, Wen Yuru's jade hand had covered his mouth, and his eyes were even more confused, as if he was recalling a distant story: "I don't care about your past, and I don't ask for your future, just your present." I am also a person with a story, who only seeks a moment of spiritual comfort, and does not need you to be responsible, and will not disturb your life in the future. ”

The love is sincere and clear.

When it comes to the extent of a woman's words, what else can a man say? When Mu Wenhao was still hesitating, the jade hand had already wrapped around his waist and leaned him into the sofa.

Immediately after, a small cherry mouth had reached out aggressively, and soon covered Mu Wenhao's thick and affectionate lips.

The two flams are like good friends who have been reunited for a long time, tightly entangled, constantly comforting and moisturizing each other. Both different breaths slowly changed from softening to rapid, and occasionally a soft moan could be heard.

Mu Wenhao's hands have slid back from his waist, passed through the flat lower abdomen, and slowly probed upward. After feeling the heartbeat of "Woo Woo", his fingertips walked upward, and the soft feeling of the surname came, stimulating his hands to enlarge the scope of groping, just like playing a miratic version of Tai Chi on a small area.

The breathing sound of both of them became heavier, Wen Yuru's voice became louder, she clearly felt the rapid changes under Mu Wenhao, and she herself was attracted to this masculine man. Although it was a scene, she knew that she was now mobilized with real passion.

It's deadly because there's a mission on it.

She secretly adjusted her mood, hurriedly moved her small mouth, and said with a wheezing voice in Mu Wenhao's ear: "Wen Hao, this is ...... No, let's go into the room. ”

Mu Wenhao nodded his head, bent over and hugged her and walked into the room he was pointing to.

The bed is very large, covered with a lavender bedspread, elegant and stylish.

Mu Wenhao put Wen Yuru on the bed lightly, and his hands were swimming irregularly. However, he was sober at this time, and he had already reached a dangerous place, and if he was not careful, his surname would not be guaranteed.

Wen Yuru here became enthusiastic, like a sow in heat, screaming incessantly, and her hands were untying Mu Wenhao's clothes. Mu Wenhao was not polite, he took off Wen Yuru's dress in three or five clicks, and a beautiful body like white jade appeared in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of heat from his heart.

Wen Yuru was about to untie Mu Wenhao's belt, when suddenly Mu Wenhao grabbed her hand and said with a light smile: "Answer me a few questions first, and then slowly play with you." ”

"You...... You ......"

Wen Yuru looked at Mu Wenhao, whose expression changed back to indifferent, and her eyes widened in horror.

Mu Wenhao ignored her stunned and asked, "Who is Brother Cheng?" ”

Wen Yuru was shocked, and her chest rose and fell rapidly: "What Brother Cheng, you ...... What nonsense are you talking about! She had a vague sense that something was wrong, but she wasn't sure.

Mu Wenhao asked more directly this time: "Did Brother Cheng send you to kill Zhang Li?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Wen Yuru suddenly broke away from the right hand that was grabbed by Mu Wenhao, flipped to the right, and then a flash of silver light flashed, and the silver light shot straight towards Mu Wenhao's head.

Mu Wenhao hurriedly lowered his head and flashed, and took a few steps back. After calming down, he saw Wen Yuru holding a short sword with a cold light in his hand. It's just that a weapon with such a lethal power is held in the hands of a naked beauty, which looks nondescript and out of place.

Mu Wenhao's palms broke out in a cold sweat, glad that he had controlled it just now, otherwise, I am afraid that he would have been a romantic ghost by now.

From Wen Yuru's struggling hand strength just now, he felt that this female demon was very powerful, and she was as fast as lightning when she took a knife, and she was definitely a first-class female killer.

Wen Yuru smiled, a little reluctant sneer, the matter was revealed, she knew that there was more than one bad luck. A person who can win against Guan Hao, she is not sure of winning, but she has an extra short sword in her hand, but she has a lot of advantages.

This person can't stay, although the figure is fascinating.

Wen Yuru thought to herself, didn't speak at the moment, and rushed towards Mu Wenhao with a cold light.

The sharp weapon couldn't be hard-connected, Mu Wenhao hurriedly turned sideways to the side to avoid it, and the sword light changed to stab him in the lower abdomen. The space in the room was too narrow, and Mu Wenhao had no choice but to jump to the bed and narrowly avoid the sword.

He hurriedly jumped out of bed and walked out of the hall before Wen Yuru could pounce.

"You can't run!"

Wen Yuru snorted and chased out of the hall again.

But this time she hadn't pounced, but suddenly felt a phantom flashing in front of her, Mu Wenhao had already reached behind her, and slapped her on the back of the head, and suddenly she felt that her eyes were dark, and she fell to the ground with an "ah" sound.

"Seven Absolute Steps" cooperated with the "I Ching Acupoint Hand", the first victory, and the corner of Mu Wenhao's mouth showed a shallow smile.