Chapter 2011 Nan Jinglei

"Natasha is hiding in King Guang of Zhou!"

In Gongyue's small courtyard, Nan Nianfu was holding the phone and listening to An Xiaotian's report: "It seems that Zhou Buqun smuggled her out of the capital. After all, Zhou Buqun would look at her before nailing the coffin, and would not let Natasha hide in the waters, and not to mention that the latter did not know that the coffin was exempted from inspection."

An Xiaotian's voice was gentle: "As for whether Zhou Buqun had a private deal with her, or if he was caught and received the merits alive, there was one thing that was very interesting, that is, Natasha was poisoned and was half dead, Lenovo Heng Shao's generous release, Nan Shao, your guess is not different."

He sighed: "Honor Heng was afraid that Natasha would leave Beijing by borrowing a coffin, so he looked friendly and ungrateful. Zhou Buqun was attacked by the Zhou delegation as soon as he arrived in Washington. The fierce battle between the two sides was very fierce and killed more than a hundred people. The Bear King rescued Natasha and said harsh words."

"The mafia will seek justice sooner or later."

Nan Chanting Buddha listened calmly to An Xiaotian's report, and then a curve appeared on the corner of his mouth: "No matter whether Zhou Buqun had a deal with Natasha, hiding the coffin is a secret matter. Where did the Bear King get information to save people? This is also afraid that Zhao Heng will make a sound!"

"Zhao Heng's outstanding performance has made him perfect!"

An Xiaotian was slightly stunned at first, then suddenly realized and nodded. Whether Natasha was hiding in the coffin himself or being stuffed by Zhou Buqun, no one would know that the European Bear King was ready to learn the news, but he could only learn from Zhao Heng.

An Xiaotian also had to sigh at Zhao Heng's awesomeness.

After Zhao Heng promised to let Jiang Polang leave Qincheng Prison, Nan Chanting Buddha guessed that Zhao Heng had probably had a good plan, but he didn't expect it to be so amazing that Natasha poisoned the relationship between the bad mafia and Zhou: "The two sides are fighting so hard, it will be difficult to join forces to fight against Zhao Heng again."

An Xiaotian exhaled a long breath and took over the topic with a smile: "Mr. Nan, I just received a message that the godfather of the mafia, Bismarck, was shot in New York and fell to the ground by an unknown force. He is now pushing into the operating room for rescue. I don't know if he can save him."

"Zhao Heng is so cruel!"

Nan Chanting Buddha couldn't stop sighing: "A Natasha was poisoned and destroyed the negotiations between the Mafia and Zhou. The godfather was shot and opened the curtain of bloody storm between the two sides. The joint force that originally had a strong deterrent force on Zhao Heng has now been destroyed by Zhao Heng's efforts."

He had obviously seen through Zhao Heng's intentions, and a sincere praise appeared on his face: "And it also made the hatred between the two sides deeper and stronger, and it would be inevitable that Zhao Heng would go to life and death, but Zhao Heng changed from a disadvantage to an advantage, and it was impossible to catch his handle. This kid's tricks were too terrifying."

An Xiaotian agreed softly and changed the subject: "Sister Nan and Heng Shao's deployment step by step has achieved his greatest strategic goal, but our plan was a little unexpected. I heard that the gunfight caused many urns to break, the scene was in a mess, and the memory stick was difficult to measure."

"It's okay!"

Nan Chanting Buddha did not have much emotional ups and downs about this, and his voice came out calmly: "Even if the memory stick is lost, it's okay. At most, there is no meeting gift. Don't we still have the original video in our hands? In two days, we will find a US newspaper to publish a few photos, which will still kill Jiang Polang invisibly."

An Xiaotian nodded: "I understand!"

"Reciting Buddha's name--"

Just when Nan Chanting Buddha said something, a soft cry came from the door. Nan Chanting Buddha said in a short sentence and hung up the phone. Turning his head and looking at Gong Yue walking in, a pleasant fragrance came faintly. Nan Chanting Buddha raised a chuckling, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Gong Yue, who came in from outside the door, had just finished her shower. Her skin was fairer than snow. Her long dark hair was raging in the wind, transforming into a picture of a beauty under the lamp. Then a natural sweet breath extended from her, giving everyone who looked at her a gesture of pity.

Even if this kind of woman is angry, it can make people love her.

"I am alone and dare not sleep. I remembered that night!"

Gong Yue moved her footsteps and gradually approached, like a little princess in a fairy tale, but this princess was not at all delicate, but more of arrogance and kindness. Nan Nianbu knew that she remembered the attack, and a hint of apology struck her face. After all, the attack was intentionally indulged by him.

He was mentally prepared for Gong Yue to die suddenly. Before she explained the treasure house of medicinal materials, Nan Yongfu did not have a deep affection for Gong Yue, so he also thought of a pawn while treating her as a lover. However, after experiencing his poisoning, Nan Yongfu cared for Gong Yue a little more.

Gong Yue slowly spread her arms, and she hugged Nan Nian Buddha's neck intimately, and her body tightly touched her. Nan Nian Buddha's name only felt a scent of intoxicating fragrance floating between her nose, like a fan and an orchid, and then a soft voice came from her ear: "Please stay with me!"

After the incident, Gong Yue stayed in a hotel near the hospital. She didn't return to the yard with Nan Chanjuan tonight. Although she had been cleaned up and renovated, she still felt a little uneasy and felt the delicate and plump beauty of her waist comfortably. Nan Chanjuan sighed softly:

"Don't worry, I'll sleep with you tonight."

Nan chanted the Buddha's name and said quietly: "I will spend more time with you in the future!"

"How dare Gong Yue hope that Young Master Nan will always be with you?"

Gong Yue's voice came out softly: "Maybe when a person is so old that he can't walk, he leans on the rocking chair with his turbid eyes, looking at the swaying wind and rain with the old tears blown by the wind and sand, and suddenly he will find that his life is nothing more than mediocre. How can he have so many satisfactory?"

Nan Chanting Buddha smiled softly and held her pink arm: "Mong Yue, you are sad!"

Gong Yue buried her head on Nan Chanting Buddha's shoulders, slowly rubbing her face against Nan Chanting Buddha's face, as if this made her feel safe. Although she was separated by her clothes, the effect of this barrier was not obvious. Nan Chanting Buddha could clearly feel the two soft and upright parts that stirred the heartstrings.

As if he felt a man's desire, Gong Yue's body leaned into Nan's embrace of Buddha's name, and murmured with a little gasp: "Mr. Nan, do you know how much I miss you? For countless silent nights, I looked up at the deep night sky and missed you, fantasizing about which night would belong to us."

Nan Chanting Buddha was a little apologized and replied in a low voice:

"Mong Yue, I'm sorry."

Gong Yue exhaled a long breath, his shoulders tilted, and most of his pajamas slid down, revealing his seductive shoulders, embracing the warm and fragrant jade, and then experiencing Gong Yue's active teasing and corrosion, even though Nan chanted Buddha's name without any evil thoughts, he couldn't resist at this moment, and his breathing between his nose was a little heavy.

Suddenly, I felt a little dry and dry. Nan's chanting Buddha's eyes fell on the delicate face that was breathable. The crabapple and rain had a different tempting charm. The eyes were full of shame, but it was also mixed with the moving spring. When the emotions were deep, they were in chaos. The ancients never deceived others.

Nan Chanting Buddha's hand holding Gong Yue's waist, unconsciously stroking Gong Yue's soft and slender waist. One hand unconsciously slowly slid down, stopped on his perky buttocks, and his breathing suddenly became rapid. The arm holding Gong Yue suddenly became tighter: "Mong Yue, don't you regret it?"

"No regrets!"

Gong Yue felt the strangeness of Nan Chanting Buddha's name. Looking at his deep and passionate eyes, a shyness suddenly flashed in her heart, but she was a little expectant. Her body's reaction made her hug Nan Chanting Buddha tightly. At this time, Nan Chanting Buddha suddenly lowered her head and gently kissed her smooth forehead.

Nan Chanting Buddha's hot lips moved down along Gong Yue's forehead, leaving a series of marks on his pretty face. Gong Yue's heart trembled a little, but he was unable to dodge, or he didn't want to dodge at all. He just moaned weakly, but it induced the desires in his heart.

Finally, Nan Chanting Buddha's name printed his lips on Gong Yue's cherry lips.

"Mong Yue, I want to have a baby with you!"

Nan Chanwu u said a soft sentence, vague but could capture words. Hearing this, Gong Yue trembled violently all over. Nan Chanwu easily pried open his teeth, and the two began to kiss frantically, as if they wanted to blend each other into their bodies. The two of them were entangled with their lips and tongues.

Is it desire, true love, or longing? Only the person involved knows it. He fell on the wide and comfortable bed. Gong Yue looked at the man pressing on her, gasping for breath, and gently biting her lower lip. A strong sense of conquest and a sense of destruction almost made her faint.

Just like the taste of a man on your body, profound and distant.

Her body was delicate and soft, and she lost the power of resistance. She made a shy and silent sound between her red lips, which sounded ambiguous and moving, which made Nan Nianbu's blood rush. The two of them occasionally stared at each other's eyes, which was as deep as a pool of water, and there was only one figure in the pool of water.

Gong Yue hugged Nan Yong Buddha tightly, devoted herself to her lingering heart. Her pajamas were half-exposed to reveal a large piece of white jade-like skin, like a carefully carved jade artifact, emitting a faint light, which stimulated Nan Yong Buddha's movements to intensify, causing the beauty to whisper and pant.

Her tenderness and shyness are just for Nan chanting Buddha!

The pajamas quietly fell off from Nan Chan's hand, revealing Gong Yue's flawless body. Nan Chan's eyes softened, and he grabbed a woman's pink and white feet and kissed her gently, then pressed her up without hesitation. At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed outside the window.

"boom!"

When Nan chanting Buddha's name and entering Gong Yue's body, he muttered unconsciously:

"If you have a child, let's call him Nan Jinglei!"

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