Qi Yun pinched Qingmang's arm vigorously, and Qingmang felt that the person in front of him was a devil in human skin!

"Okay Yun'er," Mr. Wang stood up, his fat body of more than two hundred catties shook, and waved his hand at Qi Yun very familiarly, "You are busy with your go." ”

"Okay, then Mr. Wang, you have fun, let's see you later." Qi Yun seemed to change her mask immediately, her face was full of viciousness and disappeared in an instant, she turned around and smiled and bowed to Mr. Wang lightly to say goodbye.

Hate to hate, anger to anger, but the fool also knows what to face in this house. Qingmang hurriedly rushed to the door, but was pushed hard by Qi Yun, and the whole person fell to the ground.

The three-meter-high gate closed quickly and silently.

Damn, Xia Yunjing's body is too weak, and Qingmang hasn't used it yet.

Qingmang banged on the door and screamed a few times, but she was silent in response.

"Let me go." She glared back at the man who ruled the night in all her hands.

Mr. Wang's eyes were unscrupulously filled with a large number of green mangs, as if she was already in his pocket.

The dark purple night liquid was shaken a few times in the cup, and Mr. Wang raised his neck and poured it down, smacking his lips, but his eyes never moved away from Qingmang.

"Oh, it smells." Mr. Wang sighed.

Qingmang looked around, the houses were all big, but the windows were tightly sealed, this kind of club for the pleasure of the rich would naturally achieve the ultimate in privacy.

On the ground, Qingmang felt a gust of wind behind his head, and as soon as he turned around vigilantly, he was crushed to the ground by his fat body.

The carpet is very thick, otherwise Qingmang will definitely be smashed and fainted.

"Beauty, let my brother hurt well!"

The pungent smell of wine and rancid heat hit his nose, and Qingmang retched for a while.

I really don't know what a tragic experience the other actresses who were submerged by him had!

Also brother! He can be an uncle at his age!

What made Qingmang even more terrifying was that the feeling of oppression on her body was getting heavier and heavier, and every writhing of the person on her body made it difficult for her to breathe.

It felt like a boar in heat arching her!

"Get out!" Qingmang shook his head from side to side trying to avoid him.

"Cosplay?" Mr. Wang's interest is getting higher and higher.

No, if you continue like this, you will definitely be crushed to death by him!

Qingmang thought about what he could catch!

Touching and touching, her left hand touched a bag of plasma that rolled to the ground, which was a prop she thought was fun to put in her pocket, and it fell out during the scuffle just now.

I touched a chopstick in my right hand.

Qingmang used all the strength he could muster to stab the chopsticks into the back of the fat pig.

With a sharp pain, blood spurted to the ground.

The fat pig reached out and touched it, and when he looked at it again, the whole person was stupid.

Why did you shed so much blood?!

Qingmang got up from the ground with a bone.

"You!" The fat pig looked at Qingmang in shock, not believing that she was real, and couldn't believe that she was so seriously injured.

The fat pig, who was carefully looking for the wound, didn't have time to react, and with a "snap", he hit his head hard.

The whole person was dizzy and his eyes were full of gold stars.

"You you, you what you!" Qingmang threw the plate in her hand, and before the fat pig could scream, a large napkin was stuffed into his mouth, and then with a bang, she pulled off the tablecloth and tied the fat pig tightly.

The bodyguard outside the door heard the movement inside the door and smiled, Mr. Wang's battle index is quite strong!

After a big fight, Qingmang breathed a sigh of relief, at least he was safe.

This fat pig, too lazy to talk nonsense with him again! Qingmang kicked the fat pig a few times before he relieved his hatred.

Can...... How do you get out?