In the eastern suburbs of Xiangshan, in a beautiful villa.

In the study, Wang Yueming sat on a red sandalwood seat, wearing a white silk nightgown. Wu Heng, dressed in a navy blue suit, stood beside him, not daring to breathe for a moment.

The second young master Wang Yueming was watching a wonderful video without turning his eyes. The background of the video was in a bus. A man wearing a black windbreaker sprinkled a handful of silver-white hidden weapons in his hand, which looked like a scattered flower of a woman, causing the three men and one woman in the car to dodge desperately. Then the man wearing a black windbreaker disappeared from the camera. When he appeared again, the three tough men were already lying on the aisle of the bus carriage. One of them had a very eye-catching red blood on his neck. Then the most thrilling scene appeared. The man in a black windbreaker held a hundred-dollar bill with his teeth and shook his head at the woman beside him. A blood on the woman's neck was still dripping down.

"Wu Heng, look at what hidden weapon this man is playing." Wang Yueming's fair face had no expression and pointed his finger at the man on the screen and asked.

Wu Heng said respectfully: "Young Master, I think it looks like a one-yuan coin."

"Coin?" Wang Yueming's face became solemn. He picked up the tea cup placed on the antique rosewood desk and drank a small sip of tea. The tea was Anxi Tieguanyin. The tea tasted fragrant and elegant. No wonder the ancients sighed when they tasted Anxi Tieguanyin. "Seven bubbles of fragrant moon dew, and their hearts were filled with joy. The clouds were full of joy." Influenced by his grandfather, Wang Yueming has loved tea since he was a child. All kinds of teas are mellow and elegant, or the clear rhythm is like all kinds of women, with thin swallows and fat rings and looking at them.

"Yes, young master, I see this man in a black windbreaker has the hobby of killing people with money. He first used a one-yuan coin to cut off the wasp's trachea, causing the wasp to suffocate to death. He also used the money as a hidden weapon to disturb Ma Feng and his attention and further killed it. Also, that woman, the thin-waisted wasp, was also killed by him with money. Her methods were decisive and cruel, and she was definitely a top-level professional killer." Wu Heng replied with his head down, with his hair very short, and when he lowered his head, there were three vertical lines on the scalp behind his head, forming a 'chuan' shape behind his scalp.

"I didn't expect that, I underestimated him. What I was most worried about was that the chimpanzees and Vietnamese beside her were blocked by them, and Lang Biao should be unable to do anything, so there was only a mad dog left. I originally wanted to lead him to Mafeng or expose him to a sniper rifle and shoot him to death. Unexpectedly, this guy was very cunning, but he just didn't take the hook. After throwing me away, he ran away alone. The plan was made perfect, but Cheng Yaojin was not expected to kill him halfway." Wang Yueming said with a smile, playing with a purple clay tea cup with a lid on his right hand. The purple clay tea set, known as the "head of tea sets in the world", was made of purple and red colored mud hidden deep in the local mountain belly. The oolong tea brewed through it was green and mellow.

Although he has been in North America for more than ten years, milk, bread and coffee have not changed Wang Yueming's habit of drinking tea. Just like he has many women around North America, he does not forget to return to China and come to China. In his eyes, Western beauties are dynamic and sexy. And Eastern beauties are classical and static, like slowly flowing streams, with tenderness in their bones. Western men usually only look at their figure and faces backwards. They think the wheat color is the best, and the others are floating clouds. Wang Yueming likes the crystal clear and white and pink skin color of the oriental beauties. Just like Xie Wanyun, a beauty who is now hidden in the golden house and bathing in the bathroom, was still being hurriedly summoned by him by a phone call.

Wu Heng stood aside and stopped talking. As a competent slave, he knew when to speak and when not to speak.

"Yes, this man is interesting. But don't forget that it is the 21st century. The gods are flying all over the sky, rockets and cannons are everywhere, and I want to use cold weapons to compete with hot weapons. It's like a mantis arm to block the car. Okay, Wu Heng, you must pay attention to the mantis moves of this man and see who there are around him. His files and all the information about him are found for me. Dare to fight with me! The woman I want to get from my hand, but there is no woman who can escape from my palm. Humph, the game has just begun now." Wang Yueming said with a clenched fists.

Shortly after Wu Heng left, a woman wrapped in a white blanket walked behind Wang Yueming, stretched out her slender fingers, and gently pinched Wang Yueming's shoulders. She asked lightly: "What's wrong? Dear, I think you're in a bad mood." The woman was obviously just out of the bath, with beautiful hair like a waterfall dripping behind her, and water dripping down from the ends of her hair. Her fair and jade-like face, small cherry lips as small as rose petals, curved with willow eyebrows slightly charming, and her eyes were filled with spring. She was now staring at the man in front of her who was as beautiful as jade.

"Xiao Xie, when did I become your 'Dear'? Are you not afraid that your boyfriend will be jealous?" Wang Yueming reached out and grabbed one of Xiao Xie's little hands and teased.

"Hate, don't mention him anymore. He is him, you are you." Xiao Xie said coquettishly to Wang Yueming.

"Is that true?" Wang Yueming pulled the woman over, picked it up, put it on his thigh, and asked, "What do you really think so? So is he good in bed, or is I good in bed?"

"You are a man who is necrotic. He... has only kissed me and has not slept with me yet." Xiao Xie said shyly.

Wang Yueming suddenly became energetic. He pulled off the white blanket wrapped around Xiao Xie, pressed Xiao Xie down on the desk, took off his pants, and then pushed into Xiao Xie's still dry body. He liked this direct and a bit aggressive prelude.

And Xiao Xie, she is also used to such a unique experience.

Women not only need gentleness, but sometimes, they also need violence. The kind of violence that makes people feel like their body tearing and their hearts are trembling.

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"Xiaoyu, which dish should we put? "Light King" is not good, it's too bloody and violent, "Sha Po Wolf"? I think it's okay. If the wolf head knows that he is exhausted and cleans the battlefield outside, but we curse him here, it would be strange if he doesn't get angry. Come on, Xiaoyu, help me pick one!" Zhao Ziyue said while sitting at the head of the bed.

The two of them returned to the "six-star hotel" at 9:59 pm. In Zhao Ziyue's words, it was a room that paid for, and it wasted. He also picked a large stack of CDs from a nearby audio and video store. The fat aunt Ruhua was about to lock the door, but Zhao Ziyue raised his right wrist pitifully to this aunt Ruhua, but there was no watch on his wrist.
Chapter completed!