Miyamoto Sakura's figure flashed, out of the cloakroom, rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window, Onimaru slashed, and the floor-to-ceiling window that had just been installed today was broken again, and she jumped from the thirtieth floor and disappeared.

Zhang Beiye got up and looked in the mirror, why was his tongue not strengthened, and a piece of skin was bitten off, it hurt.

"Qianqian, are you crazy, why did you let me kiss her." Zhang Beiye blamed.

In fact, except for the fragrance of the girl's cherry blossoms just now, there is no good feeling, who can kiss the enemy at the moment of life and death, and he almost strangled someone to death just now.

"Poof...... You deserve it, I just let you kiss her and let her smell your breathing, but you have to pry someone's mouth open. Song Qian said.

Zhang Beiye rolled his eyes, is this a man's instinct?

Although her husband kissed other women, Song Qian was very uncomfortable, but she thought about a long-term plan, because Zhang Beiye was fighting alone, and the strength of the fat man was not enough to help him get through the danger.

Song Qian actually hasn't slept well these days, and big names from all walks of life have appeared one after another, probably not only because of the gambling king's birthday, but also because they can vaguely predict that the crisis is slowly looming over them, if they can fight against such a powerful opponent as Miyamoto Sakura, it is naturally a good thing.

Now seeing her husband's painful look, she feels very funny, half of the jealousy has dissipated, Jiang Xiaoyu said that she has no last resort, and she must focus on the overall situation.

Thinking about what Jiang Xiaoyu said, she is willing to scatter her soul and disappear forever for the sake of her husband.

Zhu Sheng stood outside, didn't speak, just watched, she wanted to know what the hell Song Qian was doing.

"And what do you mean when you let her smell my breath?" Zhang Beiye's speech became slurred, but fortunately he didn't stick in much, otherwise his tongue would have been bitten off.

He went to get a band-aid and put it on Song Qian's neck, the wound was very small and thin, this Miyamoto Sakura's knife technique was really terrifying, and he mastered it superbly.

Just now, she slashed at her neck so violently, it is difficult for ordinary people to control the inertia, but she can easily stop at her own skin.

Holding Song Qian, leaning on her arms, she checked the bruises on her neck, which were not serious.

Song Qian said: "I just speculated based on my own thoughts, when I kissed you for the first time in the rental house, I remembered one thing in my mind, I squeezed the subway in the second semester of my third year of high school, and a man wanted to take advantage of me, even if there was still a distance of fifty centimeters, I could feel it, and I avoided it in advance, mainly because I felt that the smell was disgusting." But when I kiss you, I find it useful. ”

"We were made to be a couple?" Zhang Beiye asked.

"I gave it a name, it's body odor rejection." Song Qian said seriously.

It means that Zhang Beiye's wives will only be infatuated with his taste, and other men will have a rejection reaction even if they are just close.

But Zhang Beiye sniffed himself, and there was no exaggeration.

Zhang Beiye kissed Song Qian's forehead and sniffed hard, that's right, Song Qian's taste is very attractive to him, so every time he kisses, he wants to do it when he smells her breath.

was forcibly kissed by He Yingying before, and I felt that the taste of my wife could not be compared, and that dead woman must have a lot of addiction to smoking.

What kind of star, if you really try it yourself, it will be disgusting.

So no matter how hard He Yingying exerts his strength, even if he hits the trick, he is as stable as Mount Tai, and he never thought of getting on her.

"But I didn't feel anything just now."

"Fool, can that be the same, I already like you, I cooperate with you more, but people bite you." Song Qian said that even if it is a smell, it is the strongest when it is emotional.

Zhang Beiye stared at Zhu Sheng who was sitting in the dark, thought about it, and felt that Song Qian's theory was actually very troublesome and difficult to verify.

He can't kiss a woman when he sees him, but if he doesn't, how can people know their uniqueness?

Zhu Sheng usually has a bold personality and is straightforward, but this time she didn't say anything, sighed lightly, stood up silently, opened the refrigerator and took a bottle of water, and went back to the room, she was about to believe that Zhang Beiye would have ten wives.

Zhang Beiye opened his mouth, Song Qian checked him, it was not very serious, and her husband would be fine if he healed his wounds in the dream.

"You're going to have to treat me." Zhang Beiye said.

"How...... How is it treated? Song Qian dodged Zhang Beiye's outstretched mouth and understood what he meant, just experienced life and death, husband, don't you want to think again...

Before Song Qian could react, her mouth was blocked and she was pushed down in a pile of clothes, including hers and Zhu Shang.

"This is the cloakroom."

"It's okay, there's a door."

"You're ......"

Zhang Beiye pushed the sliding door of the cloakroom shut, and in this small room that was beaten and broken, the two had a sweet husband and wife life.

On the roof of the Hotel de Portugal opposite the Venice Hotel, a man has been observing several rooms on Zhang Beiye's side with a telescope, he is wet, and the white shirt on his chest has been dyed blood red.

The next day, when the cloakroom door was removed, Zhang Beiye woke up, and after last night's assassination, he had increased his vigilance and quickly covered Song Qian with a bath towel.

"When you get up, do you want the hotel staff to come and watch?" Zhu Sheng said angrily.

Zhang Beiye rubbed his eyes, the sun outside shone into the living room, and the heat came to his face, because the floor-to-ceiling windows were broken, the air conditioning lost its effect, and the cloakroom was even cooler.

The two construction workers and the foreman stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking confused, Pan Lei was communicating with them, and the wardrobe was all broken.

"I only installed it yesterday, why is it broken again, what kind of tricks is this guest playing?"

"The manager said that if it is broken, I will ask him for money."

Pan Lei didn't know what the situation was, Xiao Zhangzi didn't wake up before he woke up while sleeping with his wife, so he said, "You see how much money you need, and then change our room." ”

The foreman hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, there is no room left, the last room has already been occupied, and it is also your friend." ”

"Our friends?" Pan Lei looked puzzled, Xiao Zhangzi didn't say to invite others to come over and play.

"Yes, Mr. Xin and Mr. Liang." The foreman said.

It is estimated that Zhang Beiye is mixed with Xin Wu and Liang Shiyin every day, thinking that they are friends.

Zhang Beiye got dressed and came out, and when he heard the foreman say this, he guessed that Liang Zhongqiu and Xin Tianhuan should have come over, both of whom are well-known entrepreneurs in Jiangzhou, which means that Liang Shiyin is about to marry He Yuze.

"Panzi, there is no need to change the room, let them install the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the loss will be recorded in the account, and it will be calculated when they check out." He said.

……

In Xin Wu's suite, he was kneeling on the ground, Xin Tianhuan was holding a hanger and slammed it on his back, and suddenly there was a blood mark.

Xin Wu grinned and didn't dare to move, Xin Tianhuan was burly, with a Chinese face, about fifty years old, very majestic.

Liang Jiayin, who was sitting next to him, finally let out a bad breath, his fiancé was beaten so badly, and he didn't feel distressed at all.

Liang Zhongqiu is a very elegant person, about the same age as Xin Tianhuan, sitting on the sofa, holding a cigar, looking at Xin Wu, with a serious expression, and no intention of persuasion.

This little bastard hasn't married his daughter yet, so he dares to blatantly fuck a woman, and he dares to do it to his daughter, and he will have it in the future.

Xin Wu is usually so hanging, but he doesn't dare to say anything at the moment, he kneels straight, he hates Zhang Beiye very much at the moment, that is, he won so much money from himself.

"I told you not to gamble, you have to gamble, you actually lost 150 million, what qualifications do you have to spend so much money?" Xin Tianhuan scolded, and pulled out another blood stain.

Xin Wu felt that he was qualified, why did he keep so much money, but his father felt that he was not qualified, so there was no way.

Lao Tzu beat his son so fiercely, Liang Shiyin saw it for the first time, as if Xin Wu was the son of Lao Wang next door.

Xin Tianhuan didn't mention Xin Wu's playing with women to bully his sister, he only mentioned money, these rich old men felt that they could do whatever they wanted, and women were just playthings.

Liang Shiyin felt sad for her upcoming marriage, and had to think that when Song Qian looked at Zhang Beiye, her face was full of love and dependence, even if Zhang Beiye's bastard boy said that he had ten wives.

Marriage is such a thing, it is really like drinking water, and you know whether you are warm or cold.

"Lao Xin, forget it, I have to go to He's family for a banquet at noon." Liang Zhongqiu said.

He thinks that Xin Tianhuan has not been educated to the point, what is Nima's 150 million, your son bullying my daughter should be educated.

But he also dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, although the Liang family's business was better, but Xin Tianhuan was fierce, and he was also afraid of three points.