Zhou Ping stretched out his hand and picked Floer's jaw, and said with a smile: "I can't just take care of myself, I also have to arrange my brother well! Don't worry, don't worry, we will have enough time to enjoy,"

"I like a man like you who is affectionate and righteous. Floel hooked Zhou Ping's neck with one hand and said with a confused look in her eyes.

The plump and hot red lips were less than a centimeter away from him, and the hot breath of Rulan made him feel itchy and unbearable

Closing the door, Flor had already taken the initiative to hug him tightly, and the faces of the two people approached quickly, like dry wood and fire, and kissed fiercely.

From the door, to the living room, kissed all the way to the bed.

"Zhou, I'm going to wash ...... Wait for me. Floel said as she got up and took off her cheongsam.

"Baby, I think it would be even more wonderful if we washed it together. Zhou Ping took the other party's hand.

"Hee-hee, that's a wonderful proposition...... Froel chuckled.

In the spacious bathroom, the sound of splashing water, dull applause, and two undulating breathing sounds intertwine to form a gripping note.

"Oh my God, Zhou ...... You're the strongest man I've ever seen, are you tired, or I'll come up and you rest for a while?"

After transferring the battlefield, the panting Flore gently circled Zhou Ping's chest with her index finger, and said with silky eyes.

"Baby, you're so sweet. In this regard, Zhou Ping naturally will not refuse.

So Flor took the initiative like a horse, and Zhou Ping slid his hands from her waist to her hips, kneading and kneading while squinting to enjoy the wonderful moment.

Flore's technique is very skilled, and the rhythm is just right, which makes Zhou Ping feel like he can't stop.

In the dim light sky, Floel writhed like a madman, looking at Zhou Ping's eyes, a trace of fierceness suddenly flashed, slowly raised his hand, grabbed something, and then fell heavily......

"Shet!"

Zhou Ping, who seemed to be flying out of the world, suddenly widened his eyes, reached out and grabbed Floer's wrist tightly.

Unexpectedly, Yu Junyang's guy really became a prophecy, and he became the hero in the movie.

The heroine took the initiative to find it, but the plot was changed more bluntly, and she suddenly changed from an action movie to a murder movie

Flore was grabbed by the wrist, frowned slightly, gritted her teeth and pressed down hard, but she couldn't move forward.

In her hand, she was holding a sharp awl at the moment, which was the hairpin that had been inserted into her head before.

One can imagine what would happen if you were stabbed in the temple with that palm-length awl.

Syllable!

As Zhou Ping pinched and shook it hard, the awl fell to the side.

Then he slammed his waist to the deepest part.

Ahh

Flor exclaimed in amazement, and there was a strange satisfaction in her cry of consternation.

Pushing it away, Zhou Ping played with the sharp awl, and said in a cold voice: "Miss Han Huahua, can you please explain, what is this? This thing doesn't look like a tool that can help fun!"

Flore, who was naked, got up and wanted to run, but Zhou Ping let her go so easily.

Turning over and holding it down, the hand seemed to have infinite strength, and Floel tried several times but could not break free.

"Why, do you want to leave before you have had enough fun? This is not good!" Zhou Ping said as he slowly slid an awl down her neck.

"You...... When did you find out!" Flor, covered in goosebumps, asked with some panic.

"Actually, when you took the initiative to accompany the drink, I felt that something was wrong, and when I just took a shower, I saw a tattoo on your waist, which was exactly the same as the tattoo on the neck of a strong man in Vietnam, and I knew it!" Zhou Ping said patiently.

"Then what do you want? Kind of kill me, or let me go!" said Flore, breaking the jar.

The corners of Zhou Ping's mouth rose slightly, and he said lightly: "What do I want, hehe, I want to do this!"

With that, he dropped the awl and grabbed Flore's arm with both hands and twisted it, forcing her to strike a painful face-down, buttocks-pouting pose.

Yes......

Flore let out a scream, and Zhou Ping's rough and savage movements really hurt her.

But the other party is thinking about killing himself, will Zhou Ping still think about pity and cherish the jade?

Although the awl was thrown, the stick was not swollen yet

The assassination was discovered, and the escape failed, where does Floel still have that kind of pleasure at the moment?

But Zhou Ping didn't care about it, and went on a rampage directly, venting his negative emotions fiercely.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Ping paused for a moment, and then pushed the body under his crotch directly out, and after Floer, who had been silently admitting to whipping, got out, he rolled over and picked up the awl as soon as possible.

Zhou Ping snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "What, your sneak attack failed, don't you give up?"

Flore held the awl in her hand, bit her lip, and looked at Zhou Ping with unwillingness.

Although I don't want to admit it, what Zhou Ping said is indeed the truth.

This man is not ordinarily strong.

Of course, in addition to strength and skill, there is also that ability......

What should have been done, Zhou Ping didn't want to continue to stay in the same room with a killer, he put on his clothes and walked to the door.

Glancing back at Flore, who was still stunned on the bed, he dropped a sentence: "Don't mess with me again, otherwise the consequences are not something you can bear!"

With that, he opened the door and was about to go out, but the next second, he raised his hands and retreated into the room.

There was no way, the cold black muzzle was pressed against his head.

Zhou Ping retreated, the gunman entered, and several people walked in with him.

"Hey, man, what are you trying to do?"

Zhou Ping asked, but in his heart, he had already started MMP.

Damn, this Vietnamese gang is too frustrated, isn't it?

For the sake of a small conflict, is it necessary to mobilize the people so much, do you have to be ruthless?

"Shut up, don't move!" said the man with the gun, viciously.

Zhou Ping showed a little panic and said, "I didn't move! Dude, can I ask, are you going to kill me?"

"Nonsense!"

The man with the gun showed a cruel smile, "Lao Tzu is not here to kill you, is he here to play with you?"

Zhou Ping's Adam's apple moved and swallowed his saliva.

At this moment, he said in his heart that he was not afraid, it must be false.

After all, this is the first time in his life that someone has pointed a gun at the head at zero distance.

Although every time he restarted, the voice in his head always said that death could continue the cycle, but he didn't want to try the taste of death once.

"Man, we don't actually have a deep hatred, just let me go, I'll give you a million dollars, okay!" Zhou Ping said with a finger.

Although the man with the gun was masked, Zhou Ping clearly saw that the corners of his eyes were trembling.

This shows that he is moved.

It's good to be tempted, at least you have a chance.

"Is your life worth a million?" said the man, a little stiffly.

"Two million, how about it?" Zhou Ping followed.

The other party did not answer, but he clearly felt that the gun was being pushed harder.

"Three million!"

Gritting his teeth, Zhou Ping said heavily: "I only have so much, or you will kill me, you won't get a penny!"

"What's the law? It's not like calling someone to send money and then taking the opportunity to call the police, right?" the man with the gun loosened his gun slightly.