When Di Zai saw the photo of the woman named Jiang Mengci, he couldn't help but whistle.
"Not bad, this girl looks quite coquettish!" The girl in the photo looks like she is only 21 years old, with her seductive and well-drawn eyes, her coquettish eyes with a fake smile, and her thick and sexy look.
Her delicate red lips...like a young woman who knows a lot about love, swaying her waist so charmingly, waving goodbye to a big boss.
That pudgy fifty-year-old old man with a general belly, is the husband of Mr. An’s distant relative?
Xiami, with such a clichéd look, how can he be worthy of this girl?
"Ugh, it's this vixen! Brother, please, beat her to death! Don't let her live! She is a scourge to society if she is a little monster alive! She is so horny that she can't even seduce my husband.
Go home..."
"Jiang Mengci?" Di Zai confirmed again.
"Yes, this is Jiang Mengci! Their school's famous bus! Bitch!"
Di Zai nodded to the old woman whose face was full of tears, and snapped his fingers, "Okay, sister, please go back first, and then you can wait for the good news. I guarantee that this woman will die miserably."
Where are the good characters in the underworld under An's enterprise? Aren't all major cases related to them? However, the underworld and the white roads have always been a family of officials and gangsters, and many cases have ceased under the huge background of An's.
Investigated.
Killing a woman is not as easy as stepping on an ant?
Di Zai secretly thought that this little beauty named Jiang Mengci would definitely not survive.
But Jiang Mengci didn't know anything about it. She had just had dinner with her sponsor Ma Zongquan and returned to their apartment slightly drunk.
The 150-square-meter apartment building on the twelfth floor of a high-end apartment is their home.
Wearing only a translucent suspender belt, Jiang Mengci's skin as white as snow, because of drinking some red wine, made her lips red and teeth white, and her charming little face looked even more charming.
The big hand holding her slender waist involuntarily moved from her waist. Ma Zongquan also drank wine, not much, but his face turned red. He put his pig's mouth to Jiang Menci's ear and murmured vaguely, "Baby,
You are too flamboyant in this dress. When eating, those men always look at your breasts. You are not allowed to wear such revealing clothes in the future. Do you hear me? I'm jealous!"
Jiang Mengci blew a breath of scented air on the man's face coquettishly, "Bah, aren't all those foxy friends of yours all perverts? I'm the same guy as you. I can't pull my eyes out when I see a beautiful woman. You still have the nerve to say that, pervert!"
As soon as the elevator door opened, Ma Zongquan's heart was pounding and he said, "We'll wait and see. After we all finish taking a shower, we'll see how I make you scream all night long. By then it will be too late to beg for mercy."
"Giggle..." Jiang Mengci was hugged by the man and entered their house together.
When Jiang Mengci, who was clean and fresh, took off her white clothes and lay on the bed, the air conditioner in the room was turned on, the TV was on, and an alluring aroma floated in the room.
Jiang Mengci looked at the large crystal photo on the front wall of the bedroom. In it, she was smiling charmingly. The dazzling purple background behind her made the girl in the foreground look even brighter.
Oops, isn't she a good actress? It would be best for her to become an international movie star in her life, so that she can be worthy of the appearance her parents gave her.
"Baby..." Ma Zong called Jiang Menci with full color.
Jiang Mengci followed the sound and looked over, only to see that Ma Zong's head was all wet. He was in his fifties and had a fat body that made him short and thick. There were layers of old fat on his beer belly, and his loose skin tissue already showed his age.
Time is not forgiving.
Jiang Mengci is very good in bed. She has experienced many men and knows very well how to make men feel comfortable.
She moaned exaggeratedly and twisted her body as enchantingly as a little spirit snake.
An hour and a half later, Ma Zongquan finally withered.
The old man didn't even have time to wash himself, and he fell asleep. Serving the little woman this time would make him lose two pounds of meat. If he didn't have Viagra, he would have surrendered long ago.
Jiang Mengci got off the man, glanced at the sleeping man with a bulging belly, curled her lips, and walked to the bathroom.
Warm water washed down from his head and wet Jiang Mengci's entire body.
She washed it carefully, especially when she squatted down, wanting to wash the depths of her lower body thoroughly.
After using a lot of shampoo, she washed away all the man's smell from her body.
Wrapping a bath towel up to her chest, Jiang Menci held a comb and stared blankly at the pink woman in the mirror.
The woman in the mirror is very beautiful.
Jiang Mengci sniffed, suppressing the pain that suddenly jumped up, blinking her big and lively eyes, pouting in the mirror, and said to herself, "You are living a good life, right? No.
People are more comfortable than you..."
He sighed inadvertently, then walked out of the bathroom neatly, looked at the man on the bed, took off the bath towel, and lay naked on the bed.
Ma Zongquan should be very satisfied with himself. It can be seen that he is attached to him. This is good. He is his food and clothing parent. He cannot be offended and must be carefully served. Jiang Menci covered up the disgust, closed his eyes, and forced
Go into dreamland by yourself.
Last time I heard from Xiaoqu that Xiaohe had a nosebleed again, so I planned to spend some money tomorrow to buy a lot of blood-enhancing nutrients for Xiaohe and send them there.
Thinking of this, Jiang Menci's lips revealed a satisfied smile.
Many times, people must rely on a belief to survive.
An Junxi from Paris, France, finished his official duties for the day, attended an expensive aristocratic party, spent six million dollars, and played a game to his heart's content.
After spending a lot of money and smelling of alcohol, An Junxi ended today's program.
After leaving the palace-like building, his special car had already been parked in front of the door, waiting there.
"Master An, the accommodation has been arranged. Please come." The French assistant smiled appropriately, saluted An Junxi, and then opened the car door.
The extra-long limousine looks mysterious and noble in the night.
It is an outdoor villa on the outskirts of Paris, a magnificent building complex like Buckingham Palace, located deep in the woods with high forest coverage.
An Junxi was sitting in the back row and had no intention of looking at the night view of Paris passing by. He put his hand on his temple, closed his eyes and frowned slightly, thinking about something.
Why couldn't the girl be found? Did she really commit suicide because she lost her virginity and suffered a blow?
Thinking of this, An Junxi couldn't help but sigh deeply.
When we arrived at the villa, all the servants came to greet us at the door.
"Hello, young master, you haven't been here for half a month, right? How many days will you stay this time?" The old French housekeeper took An Junxi's simple package and followed An Junxi's tall figure inside.
"I'll go back tomorrow, there are many things to do."
An Junxi said lightly.
The house is still so clean, even the gaps on the stairs are spotless.
"Master, we have prepared two French beauties in the room for you."
The old housekeeper spoke lightly.
It is like this every time. The young master is young and vigorous. Every time he comes to France, he changes women, and they are all beauties collected from various countries.
"What?" An Junxi's hand unbuttoning his shirt stopped because of surprise, he frowned and went to see the housekeeper, "Who arranged it? What beauty?"
"Oh, Assistant Brown followed the usual practice and found two young and beautiful ladies to serve the young master."
An Junxi shook his eyebrows, waved his hand, was too lazy to say anything more, and continued walking upstairs.
A beautiful woman has been arranged? Does he want it?
An Junxi shook his head, slightly drunk, and opened the bedroom door.
Sure enough, two French beauties wearing three-point suits waved to him and said hello, "Hi, Master An!"