Meng Xiaoan walked in front, and Situ followed behind, keeping a distance of one meter.
Meng Xiaoan finally saw the person he was following. He was a man. He was a very dignified man with a handsome face. He was smoking a cigarette and standing under a street lamp in a cool manner. He seemed to be showing off.
"Do you want to kill me or do you want to come in for a cup of tea?" Meng Xiaoan grinned, "If you don't mind, I can buy you a few more cups."
The man showed his white teeth and smiled: "No, there is someone who wants to see you, you don't have to go, but I believe you will go back, because if you don't see him, you will be watched every day when you get out of school and after school, and when you go to the toilet. You'll be very uncomfortable, and I don't think you'd do it."
Meng Xiaoan laughed, this was a very awesome threat, and said: "Time and place."
Tomorrow, at ten o'clock, I will call you, and you can go by yourself then. If you don't die, maybe we can make a deal.
Meng Xiaoan looked at his retreating back and said, "It seems there will be a battle tomorrow." Who is this man? What kind of business do you have with him?
Could it be that he is from the Chen family?
………
Lin Chong was leaning on the velvet sofa, sipping the Pu'er tea he had just brought from Yunnan. He was wearing large red pants underneath, as this was his birth year.
At two o'clock in the morning, he always woke up at this time. This was his habit.
It is not easy for a person to maintain a habit, especially a habit that lasts more than ten years.
He felt that he was so energetic now that even if there were two cows and a tiger in front of him, he could knock them down effortlessly.
Wu Song relies on wine to strengthen his courage when fighting tigers, while Lin Chong relies on women. His women are all beautiful women, but they are foreign women. He likes to fuck foreign women, and he likes to hear the painful ### sounds they make.
.
Of course, his body is very majestic, and his dick is also something he is proud of. He has always believed that a man, especially this man, should fuck a few foreign women in his lifetime.
This is also a habit that has been retained for many years.
He is willing to abide by all his habits.
Many men and women have no energy to finish things, but he is not the same. He becomes more and more courageous as he fights, as if he has taken stimulants. Especially when he sees the obsessed look on the women's faces, he will become more energetic.
Energy, physical strength.
I remember one time, when he was done with a woman, he singled out a hundred people and was unscathed. He would continue to do things with the woman when he came back.
On the other sofa next to him, there is a very beautiful, very young foreign woman. French women are always so sexy and charming, and this French woman is undoubtedly the best among them. Of course, her price is also very expensive.
She was curled up on the sofa, beautiful, docile, and cute. Like an obedient cat, Lin Chong liked this kind of man who looked pure on the outside but was actually wild at heart.
Her body is slightly tilted up, making her look even more cute. Her big, beautiful blue eyes have an innocent look, but there is an indescribable charm in her expression. Her legs are slender.
To top it off, her breasts are even more eye-catching.
Men like women's breasts, not because bigger is better, but because of the feel.
A woman is beautiful, but if she is Princess Taiping, she is boring and ruthless.
Now she squinted her emerald eyes and smiled. She felt very comfortable. This Chinese man was the most comfortable one for her.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Lin Chong said, instead of asking the woman to cover him with the quilt, he asked her to sleep next to him in a more seductive manner.
His hand was holding the woman's snow pill. It was undeniable that it felt so damn good.
"Finally someone is here."
"Meng Xiaoan? Ye Jia's son?" Lin Chong's fingers suddenly tightened, and the French woman let out a cry of pain. She pinched the cherry.
Lin Chong felt nothing and didn't seem to hear: "Tell him to come in and have a pot of good tea."
"Meng Xiaoan, come in."
The woman on the sofa immediately opened her eyes and moved her body, as if she wanted to stand up. She liked the unscrupulous cannibalistic look that men gave her, and she also enjoyed that look, but now she wanted to have sex.
Toilet.
"You sit down."
"But……"
"I told you to sit down, just sit down." Lin Chong said with a sullen face, "Why don't you say what I said a second time?"
The Persian cat-like woman stopped arguing. Although she enjoyed the madness last night, she was not a fool. This Chinese man had some perversions.
She had to sit down again and nestled in the man's arms, but she was really ###.
"I like your legs." Lin Chong's hands gently touched the French woman's legs, very tenderly.
Lin Chong lit a cigarette, and Meng Xiaoan walked in from the outside. He went to ask for a long knife today, and he carried the long knife on his back like a coffin.
Maybe he really thought of the knife as a coffin. He rarely made any noise when walking, but he didn't walk fast. He didn't know who this person was, but after he entered the hut, he felt very cold. What on earth was this house like?
Who? He wanted to know the answer. In fact, he didn't have to come, but as the person said, even going to the toilet was not safe. They knew that they were the help of the Dragon Gang and they dared to be so arrogant. There must be huge power behind them.
Meng Xiaoan has some fears. He is still alone, and humans will be afraid.
The woman on the sofa is something that no man can help but look at twice, let alone such a beautiful naked woman.
Meng Xiaoan's cold eyes were always looking straight ahead, as if there was no such woman in the room. From this moment on, he had entered a state of rage at any time.
Lin Chong puffed out fragrant and thick smoke and looked at Lin Chong: "Hello."
"Hello."
"This is the first time we've met."
"It's the first time."
"Do you like women?"
"No, I like children."
Lin Chong sighed, smiled, and touched the woman's face with his big hand, her smooth, tender, baby-like skin: "You don't know how to enjoy it, woman, woman is a good thing."
"But women are women," Lin Chong puffed out his breath again: "I only like women in bed. I hate women after getting out of bed. They chatter endlessly."
Meng Xiaoan's face was completely expressionless: "I don't like it either." Damn, this guy is also a pervert.
……………
Lin Chong laughed: "Okay, very good." His laughter suddenly paused: "I hope your strength can arouse my interest."
"I should tell you this." Meng Xiaoan said, if you show off in front of me, I can show off even more.
"Either you kill me or I kill you, you have to think clearly." Lin Chong still puffed on the cigarette, this time pointing it at the woman's hair: "You are very polite." With a very human smile.
"Thanks."
"Actually, I also thought about meeting you in a few days." Lin Chong puffed out smoke, as if to cover up the expression on his face: "But time does not allow it, so I will meet you tonight, even though you have nine tails in your body.
Fox, but you have to know that you can't control its power. If you have to, what I want to tell you is that you'd better not let it go."
"I understand." Meng Xiaoan kept looking at Lin Chong.
Lin Chong's knife is on the sofa. It is a dull knife with small and many gaps.
"My habit is to talk to the dead person a lot before killing them." Lin Chong seemed happy. He found that Tang Que was the same kind of person: "I don't like to ruin my habit."
He puffed out another puff of cigarette,
The woman was really anxious and seemed to want to urinate.
But she still didn't dare to speak. She found the Chinese man who walked in to be scary because his red eyes made her feel extremely nauseated.
Others are afraid, as if there is a poisonous snake in front of you.
For the first time, she felt that French men were better, at least their eyes were a little softer.
Treat beautiful women with the most basic courtesy.
"I don't think any of us can kill anyone."
Meng Xiaoan still had no expression on his face. When he wanted to kill someone, his face was always expressionless.
Lin Chong waited for him to answer, but after waiting for silence, he suddenly asked again: "Do you believe it or not?"
“You won’t know until you try it.”
"Both sides suffer."
Meng Xiaoan did not express any opinion.
In his world, there are either friends or enemies. He has no friends, only enemies. There are only dead people.
"Try to see if your ability is half as good as that person's." Lin Chong stood up, feeling like a tiger out of its cage.