Chinese He held his breath and listened to the slight "click" of the door closing, and quickly moved to the window of the room where someone had entered.

Move to the left to the side of the target room, the glass is clean, the window screen is lightly covered, and you can probably see the situation inside the house.

Jing Mohao saw through it with sharp eyes, Chen Jun was undressing, and walked to the sleeping woman on the bed with bad intentions.

Jing Mohao snorted coldly.

It's just a repetition of the old trick, and I was about to withdraw and prepare to continue to let Chen Jun fish out the inner ghosts around him, but I didn't expect Chen Jun to tear off the cold quilt on the woman's body, revealing a pair of slender **, a white skirt looming, struggling under the man.

Luoxi?!

Jing Mohao's pupils contracted instantly, and the fingers holding the rope were embedded in the rope.

It was a scene he knew all too well.

Last time, he also watched Luo Xi fall on the bed from this angle by something inferior to this pig and dog.

Let him look for a woman who hasn't found it for a whole week, and actually have fun with such a broken man in this kind of broken hotel?

It's not pleasure at all, it should be said to be slaughtered by others.

Damn it!

If Chen Jun dares to touch his woman, he just wants black smoke from the ancestral grave and seeks death by himself!

Jing Mohao stretched out his hand and pulled out the gun on his waist, aiming at the naked man in the room who had begun to move his waist, the bullet was loaded, and it was accurately positioned, but he couldn't pull the trigger for a long time.

He's afraid of hurting the people under this bastard!

Even though this woman was being overrun by this bastard, even though he was confident in his marksmanship, he still didn't want her to see such a bloody scene.

He Jing Mohao now pities a woman who has been touched by others!

He's crazy!

Jing Mohao shook the shallow shredded hair in front of his forehead, swept the tip of his tongue over the corner of his lips, and reaimed at the target.

Suddenly, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a woman in red clothes and black pants walked in, dragged the high-spirited man past, grabbed the woman on the bed by the hair and dragged her under the bed, without saying a word, punching and kicking her.

The man grabbed the crazy woman, and before she knew what she said, the woman reluctantly went out, and the man carried the woman on the ground into the bed, covered her with the quilt, and followed the woman who had just come in out the door.

Jing Mohao stared at the figures in the room, entering and leaving, and the loaded bullets failed to enter the room after all.

Jing Mohao put away the gun, kicked hard against the wall, and lifted the whole person into the air, using the inertia of the safety rope to recover, stretched out his long legs, and kicked the locked glass window into pieces.

Jing Mohao stood still in the room, his eyes eagerly lifted the futon on the bed, but a black hole muzzle appeared, the man was instantly alert, flashed to the side at the moment of the gunshot, and at the same time saw the agile woman on the bed.

It's not Luoxi at all!

Jing Mohao secretly screamed badly, and when the woman was unprepared, he immediately snatched the gun in her hand, the bullet passed through the center of her eyebrows, and the woman fell on the bed, no longer alive.

The people outside the door heard the gunshots and immediately rushed in, Chen Jun rushed in proudly, and when he saw Jing Mohao's cold and cold current bedside, his legs instantly turned into an ice pool, and his cheeks began to convulse uncontrollably with an excited smile.

After planning for so long, and exhausting all his efforts, thinking that he could trample him under his feet, he realized that he had never been strong in front of him.

No matter how much he swells, as long as he stands in front of him, he still can't control his weakness, and he will always be embarrassed.

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