An Airbus A380 painted violet with a total value of more than $1 billion soars from the brightly lit runway of Narita Airport at night, and the cockpit of this valuable private jet is controlled by a white man in his fifties, whose deep blue eyes are staring intently at the dark night sky outside the porthole.

After climbing to the designated altitude and merging into the route, the senior captain set the special plane to autopilot, and then grabbed the internal phone, and said in a calm and gentle tone: "The special plane has entered the route, and this flight goes directly to Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, which lasted about 30 hours. After putting down the inner line, he took the refreshing coffee personally from the purser and began to teach the rookie pilots sitting in the co-pilot seat to teach the flying experience of elite veterans.

On the large bed of the luxurious master bedroom of the special plane late at night, a graceful body covered by a purple velvet quilt was curled up in a ball, as if holding something tightly, trembling for a year, extremely unnatural writhing, accompanied by the girl's deliberately suppressed moan. The human figure on the big bed writhed and trembled more violently, and the girl's moaning and gasping also thickened, and suddenly a sudden gust of wind and rain made the original shrunken human figure jump straight, and the gasping sound was also extremely pleasant, but the slightest pain, after a moment everything returned to calm.

The velvet quilt was lifted, her hair was messy, her eyes were full of autumn water, her face was full of peach blossoms, and Erina Nagikiri, who was wearing a sweatshirt on the pillow in her arms, sat up from the bed, and the delicate skin exposed in the open pajamas was also ambiguously pink. Loosening her teeth, she put aside the sweatshirt soaked with her own spit, and pulled out her right hand from under the thin quilt, Erina Nagi looked at the slightly moist marks on the palm of her right hand and the thin silver threads pulled out between her slender jade fingers, and the shyness she had never felt before made her cover her face and roll around on the wide bed.

What the hell is wrong with you? Not only did I peek at those extremely unhealthy comics, but I also bought them back and studied them slowly, and what made people even more unbelievable was that he had done that kind of thing to his body just now!!

Blame him!

That's right!!!

It's all his fault!

It's because I know himself that I became the bad girl I am today!! It's really insulting to the prestige of the Nagi Cutting Sect!!

Erina Nagikiri, who was ashamed and angry, attributed all the faults that made her into a bad girl to Jiang Yunfeng, and instantly had the idea of breaking off friendship with him and dying of old age. But the extreme pleasure of biting his undershirt and climbing to the top just now made Erina Nagikiri, who had tasted the meat fragrance for the first time, want to stop.

Confused, I saw that I didn't even see the sweatshirt that soaked my saliva, and Erina Nagikiri's desire suddenly dissipated, and her mind was clear. Hurriedly climbed out of bed and rushed into the bathroom to take a quick shower, rinse off the sweat that had overflowed from his body just now, change into a new set of clean clothes, and grab the undershirt on his big bed, the door of the master bedroom opened a little crack, Erina Nagi poked out half of her head to confirm that there were no night shift attendants on both sides of the aisle before daring to go out.

Bypassing or using various excuses to support the flight attendants of the night shift, Erina Nagikiri came to the leisure warehouse very smoothly, Jiang Yunfeng, this guy doesn't like to live in a special plane guest room to like to sleep on the sofa of the leisure warehouse very much. Erina Nagikiri, who was secretly sipping, looked around again to make sure that no one took out the undershirt hidden behind her, and planned to fold it back into Jiang Yunfeng's change of clothes, but before she could unfold the undershirt that was crumpled by herself, there was a sound of footsteps in the stairwell, and Erina Nagikiri, who was in a hurry, could only throw the undershirt in her hand onto the neat pile of clothes, and immediately found a place to hide.

The words were divided into two ends, not long after the special plane took off, Jiang Yunfeng came to the bar in the bottom warehouse, stepped on the glass floor where he could see the lights of the small earth, walked to the small round table, pulled out a chair and sat down, and said to the bald man on the right, "Uncle Anatoly, thank you for putting down your company in Russia and coming to us as a security consultant." ”

Anatoly, who skillfully assembled the PSS whispering pistol disassembled into parts, smiled heartily, grabbed the wine bottle in the ice bucket on the table, bit it open, filled a glass to the opposite partner who was still maintaining his weapon, spit it into his mouth, and said, "It's okay, the company has a professional manager to take care of it, and I don't need to ask about it." Even if there is any emergency, isn't there still Natalia? ”

"Woohoo~ This rum is also so exciting!!" Anatoly, who smothered the whole cup in one gulp, did not forget to taunt his partner on this trip, "Look at you, you haven't maintained it well until now, and the weapon of the capital world is trouble~"

Uncle Billy, who wore a beard and changed to a Moxican hairstyle, showed his fierce and masculine temperament, put the magazine back into the Glock 18, loaded it, closed the safety and put it aside, picked up the wine glass and drank it, and sneered, "Just like you, a bald head and a stupid hairman who likes stupid big black and thick, know a hammer?" ”

With a bang, Anatoly slammed the empty glass on the small round table and glared at each other, and Uncle Billy did not show any weakness, and the air between the two rubbed into electric sparks. Jiang Yunfeng on the side was shocked and thought that these two great gods were going to draw their guns and shoot each other on Miss Erina's special plane, and stage a real version of Call of Duty 8 Modern Warfare 3 Chapter 2.

Luckily, the two of them knew what was important, and put away their weapons and called the bartender to bring all the liquor, seeing that only one person could walk out of the bar tonight. Jiang Yunfeng, whose heart finally fell, ordered a glass of lemon with Qixi and ice, and left the bar while drinking, not planning to get involved in the dispute between the two.

"Huh? ~ I remember putting it away, how did it become like this? Humming a little song back to the sleeping place, Jiang Yunfeng was surprised to find that the undershirt in the neatly folded change of clothes was a mess, picked up the black police undershirt and looked left and right and found nothing abnormal, raised his eyebrows and didn't care about taking the rest of the clothes and walked to the bathroom. Behind the recliner not far away, Erina Nagikiri poked her head out, looked at Jiang Yunfeng who took away the clothes, jumped to her feet in a hurry, gritted her teeth and sneaked up to follow.

Standing at the door of the bathroom and listening to the sound of water coming from inside, Erina Nagikiri wanted to open the door several times and sneak in to change the undershirt stained with her own saliva, but she always didn't have the courage to twist the moment her hand touched the doorknob, and she thought about what would happen.

First, before Jiang Yunfeng washed it, he had already completed the stealing of the undershirt and changed the pillars, and then disappeared silently, nothing happened.

Second, he just went in and happened to bump into Jiang Yunfeng who came out to get dressed after washing, so he really opened the door and jumped into the Pacific Ocean and couldn't wash it.

Just when Erina Nagi was deducing various results, Jiang Yunfeng had already taken a shower in the bathroom and was getting dressed, and when the undershirt slipped from the hood and the tip of his nose, he smelled a faint fragrance of flowers, Jiang Yunfeng didn't care about maybe it was the smell of laundry detergent, but after wearing it on his body, he found that the position on his chest was wet, and he raised his hand to touch it to confirm that it was not undried bath water, because the liquid was a little sticky.

Jiang Yunfeng, who was puzzled, picked up the placket of his undershirt and sniffed it carefully, and a floral fragrance with a trace of fragrance that I don't know how to describe lingered on the tip of his nose, which smelled very good. This is not the smell of laundry detergent, this perfume smell and the fragrance Jiang Yunfeng who doesn't know how to describe it are too familiar.

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