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Chapter 1371 I am a strong child

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Jianhui was stunned. He thought, with your skillful kissing skills, are you still a virgin? Who are you kidding?

But before he could figure it out, the wind was surging, the fragrance was blowing, and Zhuque's exquisite body fell into Zhao Jianhui's arms. [.Com text] Zhao Jianhui only saw her hair flying in the wind and her pointed fingers flashing in front of his eyes, and then... the wind stopped, the fragrance and hair were in his arms, at this moment, everything around him was quiet, Zhao Jianhui could clearly hear Zhuque's increasingly rapid heartbeat, like a drumbeat after drumbeat stimulating Zhao Jianhui's restless nerves.

Zhuque's warm and full breasts pressed tightly against Zhao Jianhui's broad chest, and waves of orchid-like and musk-like fragrance came from her body. The feeling of being embraced by a soft jade and warm fragrance made Zhao Jianhui tremble as if he was electrocuted.

"Asshole, didn't you say I was a playboy? Today I will show you how to be a playboy... You can see if I am a pure and innocent girl who has never been touched by a stinky man..."

Zhuque hooked her hands around Zhao Jianhui's neck, raised her head slightly, her eyes were wide open, her body was tightly hanging on Zhao Jianhui's body, and her rosy little mouth on her beautiful face was full of endless temptation.

My God, how can you tell this? You can only know this after trying it.

However, this really can't be tried casually. A woman's body can never be restored to its original state after trying it. Even if modern medicine is superb and can repair the old as new, there will still be a difference between the original and the repaired. At least, the feelings in the woman's heart are also different. If it's done, it's done. If it's not done, it's not done. You can deceive others but not yourself.

Seeing Zhuque's mouth raised, it bit again accurately. Zhao Jianhui quickly turned his head to avoid it, put his hands under her armpits, and lifted her up: "Damn, you say it is? This needs to be tested. But I don't have time to play with you now, you can find whoever you want to verify it..." As he said, Zhao Jianhui threw Zhuque on the sofa and clapped his hands, as if he was afraid that her fragrance would stay on his hands. He didn't dare to stay, and didn't dare to look at Zhuque's face again. Zhao Jianhui turned and left.

"You touched it, kissed it, and patted your butt and left. Is it okay? The land south of Minquan Road is mine, and I can't eat more... Anyway, I am already yours, and I am watching these places for you..." As Zhao Jianhui opened the door, Zhuque's voice sounded behind him. Zhao Jianhui groaned, thinking that I did touch you twice, but that was to push you away; I also... when did I kiss you? It was more like being kissed by you. What do you mean you are mine? I didn’t do anything, am I wronged?

When he went out, Tu Xiong was leaning against the bar counter at the door and chatting with the bartender. Hearing the voice coming from the room, Tu Xiong smiled very dirty: "Ah? It's over so soon, it looks like you need to make up for it..."

"Go away, what are you talking about? Let's go..." Zhao Jianhui shook his head angrily and walked out without stopping: "Sister, what's your mobile number, or we can contact each other on QQ... Hey, wait for me... Goodbye, beautiful, come back tomorrow to drink your cocktail..."

Kaohsiung's spirituality is all concentrated on the blue water of the Love River. The Love River elegantly passes through Kaohsiung from north to south and throws itself into the embrace of the Formosa Strait. Both ends of the Love River are neatly repaired, with a tranquil and leisurely atmosphere.

The Queen's Hotel stands at the foot of Gushan Mountain, on the bank of the Love River. The sky-blue building with more than 60 floors radiates bright lights at night. There was a lot of traffic outside the hotel. Men and women dressed in high-end and fashionable clothes got out of the car, swaying their colorful and graceful figures and walked towards the hotel gate controlled by more than 30 men in black suits.

If we hadn't known the identity of the director who convened the banquet, this kind of behavior alone would have scared people away and made them dare not ask. Fortunately, everyone who came here today was a friend of Sun Hao and his children. Even if they were stopped by men in black suits and searched with metal detectors when they showed their invitations, no one thought it was strange.

After entering the hotel, from the girls wearing cheongsams and standing in the hall as guides, we knew that the venue of the cocktail party was not in the hall upstairs, but in a closed courtyard behind the first floor.

The courtyard is said to be fully enclosed because the entire courtyard is not only surrounded by walls, but also has a roof in the sky. This banquet hall is fan-shaped and connected to a large garden. There are only a few pillars in the middle, which is equivalent to being outdoors, but it should be considered indoors.

At this time, there were already quite a few people in the hall and the garden. The older ones gathered in the hall and chatted quietly, while the young people were mostly in groups of three or five in the garden. There were barriers between them, but they were also moving around. Laughter could be heard from time to time. It was really a harmonious scene.

However, anyone who understands the situation knows that these people are definitely not good men and women. Don't look at the smiling tigers on their faces, but in fact, they are all vigilant in their hearts.

Tu Xiong smiled bitterly, hugged Yingzi, the big sister, and sat at a round table drinking beer. Chen Wu was surrounded by three beautiful beauties with charming faces and attractive figures. I really don't know where this kid got his good fortune. They are all elite talents trained by me...

Ma Hongchen is extremely handsome, and he is dressed casually with his collar open, looking a bit unruly and uninhibited. Only in this way can he look more charming. Although he is a bit out of place in this high-end cocktail party where everyone pays attention to their appearance, he is also different in a different way. The one in his arms is Zhuque, the big sister of the Dahai Gang. Zhao Jianhui introduced them together at noon today.

When the two walked into the cocktail party hall, they immediately attracted the attention of most people, especially some young and beautiful women, who greeted Zhuque one after another. Some who were familiar with her even shouted for her to come over to meet. Originally, beautiful women would not feel comfortable when seeing beautiful women who are more beautiful than themselves, but Zhuque is a very different person. In their eyes, this woman will not become a competitor for their rich husband. Those men with excellent status dare not touch her, and Zhuque does not take those so-called successful men seriously.

Almost all the people who should appear have appeared, but Zhao Jianhui has not seen his shadow yet. Zhuque pinched the muscles on Ma Hongchen's arm with his hands, smiling, but asked in a cold voice: "Didn't you say that you can see that bastard when you come? Where is he?"

Ma Hongchen sniffed: "Oh, can you be gentler? The boss is so elusive, how can I know where he is? Anyway, he will show up when he should show up, otherwise let's sit down and have a drink first, brew some mood..."

Zhuque pinched his muscles with his two fingernails more forcefully, and said in a cold voice: "What the hell should I brew with you? If I don't want to settle accounts with that guy, you can go to hell..."

Just when Zhuque was looking for Zhao Jianhui in the garden lobby, Zhao Jianhui had already reached the 66th floor of the hotel.

He didn't come here to drink wine, and even killing Sun Hao, who made him hate his heart tremble, was secondary. His primary task was to save his daughter Qingrong.

This time, he was able to pass through layers of levels and reach the 66th floor, thanks to the credit of Chiba Oda. It turns out that Chiba Oda is actually a good friend of Sun Hao's daughter Sun Yaru.

Before the birthday party, as a good friend, she must go upstairs to give Sun Yaru a birthday present. As his follower, Zhao Jianhui will naturally follow her upstairs. Walking beside Chiba, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but sigh. I really don't know what this girl would think if she knew that her boyfriend Suzuki Jiro was killed by her own men? I'm afraid that the first person this woman won't let go is him, right?

When he thought of this section, he thought of Yan Wu who died in the East Asian country, and he couldn't help feeling a little sad in his heart. What a good girl, the flower of life has not yet fully bloomed, and it has withered prematurely.

Walking behind Chiba Qian, watching her twisting body, Zhao Jianhui held a large gift box in his hands, but prayed secretly in his heart: "I hope this girl can live happily and forget all troubles..." After all, she is just a victim.

When they reached the door of a house guarded by two men in black suits, Qianye was about to walk over, but one of them raised his hand to stop them: "Sorry, Qianye ###, our elder ### is doing something inside, please wait..."

"Oh, the meeting is about to start, my gift hasn't been delivered yet, what is Yaru doing?" Oda Qianye asked with a smile, the man in black hadn't answered yet, but heard a woman's harsh scolding from inside the door: "Hmph, tell me quickly, who sent you? What is your identity?"

"Sun Yaru, I won't say anything, you can do whatever you want, but I want to warn you, if you don't let this little girl go, or someone dares to touch her hair, someone will come to clean up your family."

"Really? What if I touch her now, I'll see who will come to clean me up..." After the woman finished speaking, she heard a very crisp sound of snapping from the room.

"Hmph, bad woman, let Aunt Yang go quickly, I'm a strong child, I won't cry..." Zhao Jianhui's brain almost exploded when he heard the somewhat childish voice coming from the room: "My daughter, Qingrong..."

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