Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Panicked Han Han

The sound of gurgling water in the bathroom made Zhang Qi feel a little itchy in his heart, and he sat on the sofa scratching his ears and cheeks and watching TV.

Twenty-four girls and two bald heads flirt with a dick, such a show is still somewhat fun.

The old god was thinking about how to sleep at night, and it didn't take long for Han Han to rush out of the bathroom.

Faded away from the high-heeled black silk and wore less heavy makeup, Han Han at this time did not have that charm, but he still had a little flattery, and his red face was a little ripe and shy.

Dressed in a yukata that looked a little otherworldly, Han Han sat on the sofa by himself and didn't talk to Zhang Qi.

"You still look good with your makeup off." Pouting, Zhang Qi said softly.

His head was still wet, and a few drops of water fell from time to time, Han Han pretended not to hear Zhang Qi's words, and wiped his hair with a towel.

She doesn't like to use a hair dryer, the dry air can hurt her hair, and she usually chooses to air dry it naturally when she has nothing to do.

"You don't need to say how I look good, and I don't show it to you." Feeling the gaze of looking at him behind him, Han Han finally couldn't stand it anymore, and turned his head to look at Zhang Qi angrily.

This guy's unscrupulous gaze made Han Han feel like he was on his back.

Although Zhilu Dao didn't have any bad actions towards himself, just this look made Han Han feel unhappy.

His own body, how can he let this guy appreciate it without any scruples!

"Eh, don't go online, I'm just talking about my aesthetics, you look good with makeup, but there is a kind of ......" Zhang Qi touched his chin unsatisfactorily, while Han Han was slightly cold.

"Go take a shower, don't even think about going to bed with a stinky sweat." Rolling his eyes and looking at Zhang Qi to stop his mouth, Han Han snorted lightly and said.

"Are you really going to let me go?" Opening his mouth in surprise, Zhang Qi was stunned when he looked at Han Han's fake show, and then asked in surprise.

"If you don't want to, forget it." Casting a contemptuous look, Han Han took out the moisturizer from his bag and gently squeezed it into the palm of his hand.

Raising his eyebrows, Zhang Qi smiled, and then unceremoniously took off his shirt in the living room.

The environment of the hotel is always a little quieter than at home, especially when Han Han finds such a high suite, it is even quieter without a trace of sound.

Instead, the sound of Zhang Qi undressing was heard by Han Han at once.

"Hey, what are you doing? Hooligans! Turning his head, Han Han looked at Zhang Qi's bare upper body, his pretty face turned a lot red, and he reprimanded angrily.

Of course, although he said cruel words in his mouth, Han Han still looked at Zhang Qi's body carefully.

Women are also visual creatures, and in some ways even more demanding and critical than men.

The bronzed upper body looked a little thin, Han Han looked at Zhang Qi, who only had obvious abdominal muscles on his body, shook his head in his heart, and continued to observe his body.

If it was just this kind of figure, I'm afraid Han Han would have no interest in it a long time ago, but what attracted Han Han was not the muscles on his body, but the hideous scars.

Throughout his upper body, Han Han clearly saw countless knife wounds and gunshot wounds.

Han Han, who can be regarded as involved in the underworld, doesn't know what kind of environment can make a man hurt so many times, and he doesn't know how Zhang Qi survived these heavy blows.

There were scars on his chest, shoulders, and even some important internal organs, and Han Han wanted to go up and touch the authenticity of these wounds, but he was quickly taken aback by his own thoughts.

Scars are a man's medal.

I don't know where this sentence comes from, but it does show that women worship the strong, and Han Han is also a woman.

"No, take a shower, I'll take off my clothes first, what if I get wet and don't change my clothes." Hehe, smiling, Zhang Qi looked at Han Han and looked at his gaze, but didn't pay attention to it.

"Perverted ......" muttered in a low voice, and Han Han took a deep breath and looked at Zhang Qi.

"There's a place to put your clothes inside, don't take them off here, or you'll get out of the house!" Han Han turned his head away and turned his head to the TV, but he obviously felt that his face was hot, and his heart was about to stop.

I've never felt this way before.

It seems that the gap is so bad that Han Han tried hard to think about the scene when Zhang Qi used a dagger to cut his clothes apart, but the more he did this, the softer his body became, not to mention hating Zhang Qi.

But fortunately, Zhang Qi didn't notice Han Han's strange appearance, and after listening to this girl's words, he walked towards the bathroom, and soon there was the sound of flowing water.

The room was quiet again, Han Han was watching the TV a little absentmindedly, the moisturizing water and skin care products on his face had been wiped off, and he drank a glass of water and walked towards the bedroom.

Passing by the bathroom halfway, although he lowered his head, he still quietly glanced at Zhang Qi who was taking a bath.

The suite bedroom of the Begonia Flower Hotel is very large, and the quilt on the two-meter bed has been laid by the waiter, Han Han turned on the air conditioner, and then leaned on the side of the bed and turned on the wall lamp.

If she used to ignore Zhang Qi's anger, now she is curious about Zhang Qi's identity.

Such a body cannot be a descendant of the second generation of officials, let alone buried in a small Zhongshan City.

The news he got was wrong, and the only possibility was that there were characters with hands and eyes who weaved countless identity nets for Zhang Qi to cover up.

"Eh, I'm using your towel." In the bathroom, Zhang Qi didn't know that Han Han, who was still thinking nonsense, pulled his neck and shouted.

"Huh? Why do you use my towel? Isn't that there? Han Han, who was disturbed by his thoughts, was stunned for a moment, frowned and asked puzzled.

"Your incense, your fragrance!" Grinning and smiling, Zhang Qi knew that Han Han couldn't control himself, so he took the towel that the girl used before and started wiping.

"Slut." Lying in the quilt and saying a word, Han Han rolled his eyes and curled up in the quilt a little bored, his eyes a little dull.

The question I was still thinking about just now was completely lost by Zhang Qi's words, the only thing this girl can do is to take one step at a time.

At this time, Zhang Qi, who was wiping himself with a towel from Han Han in the bathroom, didn't know that the woman on the bed was no longer a dagger that could be unsheathed at any time, but a delicate baby who was wantonly playing.

"Yo roar roar roar ......" came out of the bathroom, Zhang Qi put on a bathrobe and walked towards the living room, and found that no one had to hurriedly walk to the living room, and his eyes were stunned a lot.

On the bed, Han Han, who had changed into a nightdress, was lying quietly on the huge bed, the perfect curve could not be covered even by the quilt, and two jade arms like lotus roots stretched out, squeezing the two meat balls on his chest.

"Well, can I go under the covers now?" Swallowing dryly, Zhang Qi looked at Han Han's chest with a little straight eyes, and asked softly.

"Whatever."

[I didn't do it yesterday, but tomorrow I guarantee at least 4 more!] Can't do chopping dicks! 】