"I know." After Tang En left, Murong Rong lit another cigarette and turned his head in thought.
The room was filled with smoke, and Murong Rong felt a little stuffy. He changed into a set of tight black clothes, put on a white gauze hat, and walked out of the hotel.
The black tights outline the provocative curves, the plump breasts, and the tiny waist, attracting men's gazes and making whistles.
Since she gave birth to Yuan'er, her figure has undergone a second development, becoming plump and slender as it should be. Coupled with the temperament tempered over the past few years, she is the focus of everyone's eyes no matter where she goes.
Wearing seven-inch high shoes, she walked past the astonishing eyes with a calm expression. She was no longer the young and innocent girl she was before, and she had long been accustomed to being the center of attention.
The white gauze hat on her head covered half of her face, and her pretty red lips were like fire, revealing a pretty and charming chin.
Murong Rong walked to the parking lot, drove away in her white sports car.
The car was running all the way, and after seven years, this city was no longer the one she was familiar with.
Driving through various streets, she could no longer find her hometown. The old buildings had become new buildings, and the old district had become a new district.
The car was parked on the side of the road where she had some vague memories. Murong Rong looked at it for a long time and couldn't find a familiar face from his former neighbors.
Strange faces, strange buildings.
She no longer belongs here at all.
That's fine, you won't have to find any reason to miss me anymore.
She found a flower shop, bought two bouquets of flowers, started the car, and drove to the suburbs. The place where she once wandered has been built into a park, and people in bright clothes are coming and going. The tent she lived in helped her People can only stay in memory forever.
Looking around the area that was once a suburb, she couldn't find the cemetery where her parents were buried.
Murong Rong stopped the car and asked passers-by, only to find out that five years ago, the cemetery hills were leveled and now developed into an industrial area.
Holding two bouquets of flowers, with memories in mind, I faced the direction of the former cemetery, put down the flowers, clasped my hands, and silently confessed to my parents.
I silently talked to my parents about the situation in the past few years and comforted the two elders' spirits in heaven.
It was a quiet alley with few people around, and that pretty figure caught the eyes of two men passing by.
Murong Rong turned around, and a heavy motorcycle stopped in front of her, blocking her way.
Murong Rong walked around the motorcycle, and the man sitting in the back seat got down and blocked her way again.
"Get out of the way!" Murong Rong lowered her face and said coldly.
The man driving the motorcycle looked at Murong Rong wantonly and whistled, "My dear, who are you waiting for here alone? In the wilderness, there are many bad people and gangsters, so why don't you let me accompany you, okay?"
Murong Rong raised his eyebrows, when did the security in Yicheng become so bad?
The wretched man standing in front of him glanced around at Murong Rong's plump chest with his wretched eyes, "Miss, what's your bust size? Is it 36c or 36d?"
Murong Rong's lips curved into a charming smile: "I don't know, how about you use your hands to measure it?"
"Seriously?" The wretched man didn't expect Murong Rong to be so open and bold, and was flattered for a moment.
Murong Rong just smiled and said nothing, her gorgeous red lips were like roses stained with blood, so enchanting that they seduced people's hearts.
The wretched man was overjoyed when Murong Rong acquiesced, and touched Murong Rong's chest with his big palm——
Before his hand came close, and before the wretched man could see what was going on, Murong Rong grabbed his wolf claw and clicked——
Break his wrists!
Pull it again, grab the arm and twist it!
Another click——
The arm was immediately twisted and dislocated!
The wretched man screamed twice in succession and fell to his knees, with one arm hanging down as if it was broken.
The man driving the motorcycle saw that something was not going well, stepped on the accelerator and flew away.
Murong Rong took her time and lifted up her short pants, revealing her white and tender thighs.
The injured man on the ground opened his eyes wide, forgetting even the pain, and just stared at the snow-white thigh. Before even taking a few glances, Murong Rong pulled out a shiny black pistol from there.
I didn't see how she aimed. There was a bang, and the rear wheel of the motorcycle was hit by a gunshot. The motorcycle and the person flew out, rolling several times with the person and the vehicle.
The front and rear wheels of the car separated from the car, and the person was lying on the ground, motionless, not sure whether he was dead or alive.
The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the wretched man's head. The wretched man screamed in horror and fainted from the shock.
"Useless things!"
Murong Rong put away the gun, opened the car door, and left.