"Hey, Nalan, I heard you won the championship again, congratulations!" Mai Zhen, who had just entered the main house, smiled and greeted his partner who was sitting lazy on the sand.

"Well~" Nalan took the red wine on the dining table and sipped slowly: "Mai, well, this time the skin tone is well-proportioned. I said that the boss's eyes are really vicious. Not to mention that African thing, you, Mai Zhen, can suppress it!"

Who doesn't know that Nalan, the thorny rose, has been chasing the arms genius Helan for several years, but she has not succeeded once. Every time she goes to the underworld, she is definitely rejected and leaked again. So, the racing champion in the underworld has been the same person for five consecutive years.

However, no one on the Tao dared to joke about this secret matter, except for Mai Zhen, who had no memory every time, dared to provoke this woman who holds grudges.

The latter's face was cracked, and his skin was smiling and his flesh was not smiling. The only teeth that could still see some color said, "Hehe, thank you for your praise!"

"No thanks!" Nalan put down the wine glass and smiled charmingly at Mai Zhen, took the tray beside him and walked towards Helan in the compartment.

Bai Han, who was not surprised, saw that the two of them came here almost every month, couldn't help but quip: "Oh, I'm giving Helan a single meal again!"

"Do you want to eat it? I'll give it to you!" Helan rubbed his forehead and reached out to copy the arms transaction records he had sorted out for the night.

When Nalan, who was facing away from everyone, heard this, Miaoman's figure froze slightly, the smile on her delicate face with strong makeup was slightly frozen, and the pain in her eyes flashed.

Then, when no one saw it, he returned to his former charm. He stretched out his slender hand that had just made bright red nails and stroked the golden silk that had been burned into a big roll. He turned around gracefully and threw a charming look at Bai Han and said, "Han, or?"

"No, no!" Bai Han waved his hand and said, "Just kidding, Lan, if you are serious, you will lose!"

After drinking sips of milk, Mai Zhen licked his milk beard and said blankly: "Hmm? Why are you serious and you lose?"

"It's nothing, eat yours!" Bai Han quickly took the bread beside him and stuffed it into the young man's mouth.

Seeing Bai Hannalan making jokes, she couldn't help but smile gently, twisted her body and put the tray on Helan's desk, half-hung her eyes and said as if nothing had happened: "Hey, buddy, you've been busy all night, why don't you eat something?"

"No need!" He Lan, who didn't raise his head, was still staring at the sniper rifle transaction records on the computer, frowned tightly. He had to go to the UK. The most purchased sniper rifle was in the name of the British troops.

Helan, who was planning to have a beautiful and romantic Chinese night at his lover's house last night, was forced to go back to the main house by Xuanyuan Jimo. The contents in the secret are very simple: User, kill! Attach a picture of bullets.

Yes, it suits the style of the old man. No need to think about it, this owner must have met the old man's baby child.

After taking the copied documents, Helan stood up and walked sideways by Nalan. When he passed by the dining table, he took a piece of noodles and said, "Guys, I have to go to the UK, I wish me good luck!"

"Good luck..." Mai Zhen raised the milk in his hand and smiled.

Bai Han looked at Nalan with his back to him, raised the wine glass in his hand and said, "Good luck."

"Bay~" He Lan, who was walking towards the gate, waved his hands to the two brothers behind him. The magnetic voice was slightly gentle, like a sharp knife, turning into Nalan's heart.

After a long time, Bai Han wiped his mouth and walked into Nalan, patted the queen who forced herself to hold back the trembling, and pursed her lips and said, "Lan, Helan is passionate, he is a prodigal son, you are not suitable."

After swallowing the last sip of bread and drinking a sip of milk until it was finally over, Mai Zhen breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, Nalan, you don't know that Helan's lovers are all over the world. To be honest, Helan is not worthy of you. Apart from his IQ." Although I have to admit it, Helan and Huo Ran are completely crazy people among geniuses, okay?

"Is that true?" Nalan asked softly, and then the mobile phone screen placed on the dining table vibrated. Nalan smiled and picked up the tray on the table again.

When passing by a trash can, the queen smiled flamboyantly, her strong red lips and deep facial features all showed charming attraction. When her wrists were loosened, the tray on her hands finally entered what it should have in the years. The glass material collided with a pleasant and crisp sound.

Both of them in the living room couldn't help but be shocked, and Bai Han sighed in his heart, probably if He Lan regretted it in the future. Mai Zhen hugged aside, holding the computer and planting the sunflower, sighed: The tigress is so terrible.

Nalan, who took the phone gracefully, snatched the red windbreaker beside her, casually draped on her shoulders and said to the person on the other side of the phone: "Why stop trading, Porter, I want the reason."

"Something seems to be happening at his family, and I urgently need to go back and deal with it!" Le Potter responded to his king with his cell phone in consideration.

"That person seems to be a Chinese?"

"Yes."

"Oh?" Nalan suddenly remembered the scene of being circled in the same place by two yellow papers that day, and almost blurted out: "Potter, out of humanitarianism, something happened to the business partner. We should care, do you think so?"

"It's up to you."

With the expected answer, Nalan seemed to feel better, and almost decided directly: "Potter, are you interested in a trip to China?"

"If it's with you..." The person on the other side of the phone suddenly silenced, and then a hoarse voice suppressed the ecstasy and came in a low voice: "Then I can't ask for it!"

After saying this, Potter was almost ready to be kicked to the Pacific Ocean by the charming woman to accompany the shark, but God is sometimes so wonderful. Listening to the loud and warm laughter, Potter reluctantly took the phone open, put it to his mouth, and printed a kiss piously.

The man's sexy, the man's ostentatious, the man's charm, the man's ruthlessness, everything about him was so charming, and Porter thought he would be ecstatic as long as he was closer to his queen.

But he was wrong. The closer he was to that beautiful woman, the more tormented it was. Even though he knew that the man had the protection of his heart, he still resolutely gave up his title and stayed under her for three years. After all, he waited for a glimmer of opportunity...

Although he agreed to ask this man to help, it does not mean that Wen Jiu didn't want to find this person who had murderous intentions for him quickly.

Wen Jiu took out the bullet in his pocket, his eyes darkened: there was not much breath left on the bullet.

I stood up, took the red rope soaked in cinnabar last night, and wrapped the bullets in circles to no leakage, but the red rope was added to the top of the bullets, and warm wine placed the wrapped bullets on the coffee table in front.

The round little face was full of seriousness and looked at the man who had been staring at him and said, "Don't make a sound later, I'll come to him."

Thinking of the touch of that night, Xuanyuan Jimo suddenly felt a little funny. When would his attention be attracted only by those red lips, but the child's eyes were very serious. Xuanyuan Jimo had to squint his face and nodded under the child's gaze and said, "Okay!"

When I got the answer I wanted, I didn't delay the warm wine. The simple and awkward spell was slowly spit out, and a drop of blood was condensed from my slender index finger and dripped into the tip of the bullet.

The hanging red rope trembled in Xuanyuan Jimo's slightly narrowed eyes and pointed to the southwest. Wen Jiu saw this and reached out toward the cinnabar rope. The soft cinnabar rope flew away from the bullet like a thin snake, and wrapped around Wen Jiu's index finger, and the tip of the red rope still pointed to the southwest.

Wen Jiu frowned and sighed inwardly, "Not good"! Regardless of the stripped bullet, he grabbed the red rope in his hand, and naturally pulled Xuanyuan Jimo's hand and blurted out: "Jimo, we are going to Qi's family now, they are in danger..."

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The death is about to start. Are you ready, little cuties?
Chapter completed!