The Warm Breeze is not as Warm as You

Chapter 50: Ink sneaked into the door and walked in

Ink deepened and gradually regained his gaze, and slowly arranged the black suit cuffs.

The black and cold sly, the eyebrows are especially cold: "If the season is warmer, if you have one less hair, your Han family's air transport is also going to end, be sure to fight with me?"

Han Tianyuan’s instant expression was a stiff, and the calmness on the face was also faint with silk cracks.

"Give you the last chance." Mo Jing deep cold eyebrows, hidden murderous emergence: "Quiet warm, where?"

Han Tianyuan said cautiously: "I don't know, but I just saw her appear at the banquet. Some people put some dirty things in the cup, and then they went crazy and directly smashed a few men. Elevator, it is estimated that in which room it is now playing..."

The voice did not fall, Han Tianyuan suddenly caught a cold hand in his throat, the feeling of suffocation came in an instant, and he looked at the ink scene with a staleness.

The shot was quick and neat, and he had no chance of even a flash.

"Ink, the gentleman does not move, not to mention that this matter has nothing to do with me..."

Ink is so cold and cold, and the twilight is colder and deeper.

If a big man is on the street, he will be cut off from the neck. Even if he is dead or dead, it is too ugly. Although Han Tianyuan is confident that there is no evidence to prove that he is involved in this incident tonight, he still knows that he really played this evening. Take off.

In fact, it is to kill a person, even if he is killing him in such a large audience, fearing that no one will dare to pursue his responsibility!

"Ink, all the doors of the hotel have been sealed, are you going in now?" Shen Mu went to the scene of Mo Jing, whispered.

"A search between one room!"

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In the banquet hall of the hotel, because of the appearance of Mo Jingshen, the organizers and the person in charge of the hotel quickly rushed over after hearing the news, but they were completely ignored by Mo Jing.

Everyone was controlled in every corner of the venue, and the bar adjacent to the hotel's first floor corridor was also sealed and exported, and a fly could not fly.

"You, stand!" Shen Mu saw that a waiter was screaming behind the crowd and called the bodyguard to bring him over.

The waiter was pulled out alone, and he was already scared to look blue. When he saw the eyes of Mo Jingshen, he immediately dared not to carry it.

With his reflection, it is not difficult to see the guilty conscience.

"Stand up! What are you shaking?" Shen Mu kicked a kick behind the waiter's knee.

"Ink, ink, total..." The waiter was frightened and tense, barely standing, twitching and trying to plead guilty by his honest account: "It’s not my business, it’s really not my business... I am also instructed by the people, ink always... please, please let me go..."

Ink is deeply cold-eyed: "Where is she?"

The waiter stiffly raised his finger and pointed to the upstairs: "Ten, tenth floor, on the tenth floor, Miss Zhou brought your wife up..."

In an instant, the figure of Mo Jingshen has stepped into the elevator, and everyone in the entire banquet hall is facing each other.

Usually this kind of dinner, Mo Jingshen, please do not come, today suddenly appeared, it is such a terrible arrangement, what is happening?

On the tenth floor of the hotel, the doors of all the rooms were opened one by one until the innermost one. In front of the door that was locked from the outside, Mo Jingshen just approached, and heard the waves of women coming in. The cry.

The trailing bodyguards and the Shenmu who came over heard the sound, and did not dare to change anything on the face, and even dared not to look at the face of Mo Jingshen.

Mo Jingshen only paused for a moment, his eyes calmly looking at the door in front of him.

This sound is not a warm season.

Even if it is really unclean, even if she is unclear, it is absolutely impossible to hear the extreme shouts.

Mo Jingshen directly opened the door, and the dark room was filled with a certain disgusting taste.

At the moment of entering the door, his frosty eyes looked at the woman who was being crushed by a few naked men. The woman was already bruised and her hair was messy...

At the moment the door opened, Shen Mu instinctively closed his eyes.

Ink deep is looking at the woman's face with cold eyes.

I found that Shen Jingshen had never spoken, and Shen Mu opened his eyes and saw the scene inside.

This... actually is Zhou Wei?

"Ink..." Shen Mu returned to God, and suddenly turned to look at the ink Jing Shen.

"Continue to find." Ink deep eyes dark and dark, the tone is very light.

This hotel is a well-known six-star hotel in Haicheng. There are many floors and rooms. If the season is really taken, it is impossible to leave with her own strength.

A group of soldiers and soldiers went to various floors to search, and the monitoring on the tenth floor and the elevator was done.

Until the monitoring room suddenly called: "Found! The monitoring of the first floor is not bad! Twenty minutes ago, Mrs. Mer went through the hotel corridor to the connected bar!"

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The season is warm in the box, pushing the two changes. Trivial. The man, struggling to get up, reaching for a bottle of beer on the coffee table, smashing it, lifting it up against them, holding the sofa station Get up, look fierce, and the light is like a torch: "Get out!"

When she thought that she had been taken from the front door to the sofa by the fat man, she only felt sick and uncomfortable!

It was these twenty minutes, after several struggles, the two men were fat and strong. Although they drank more, they were much better than her.

She used the bottle as a weapon to protect herself, but it only served as a threat for a moment. The two men simultaneously rushed her on the sofa and quickly took the bottle in her hand and threw it on the ground. .

"Get out, don't touch me -"

"CNMD, see how long you can hold on!" One of the changes in the mouth of the man is about to tear her clothes directly, and the season is low and he bites his hand.

"Ah! Mom.! Skunk. Son! Don't face the face!" Changed. The man's painful raise is a slap in the face.

The warmth of the season was beaten, the face was black, but the strong support, the opportunity to grab the fruit plate on the coffee table, get a fruit knife from inside, even hesitated time, smashed the man's thigh on!

"Ah, fuck-"

The screams began to change, and the men’s pain jumped directly. The other saw the knife in her hand and slammed her face and grabbed her hand.

The season warmly waved the fruit knife in his hand, and made a random plan for the two of them. When they took their hands to avoid, they got up and grabbed another bottle of wine with the other hand and squatted on the coffee table. Next, holding a cold fruit knife in one hand and a sharp bottle in the other hand, facing them, full of defensive alert, not daring to relax.

When the ink smuggling opened the door and came in, I saw this picture.

(End of this chapter)