Ten minutes later, Agou drove a black Audi car to Yuyuan Nightclub.
Meng Xiaoan, Xihua, and two gangsters got into the car. Agou drove and parked on the side of the road.
"Wait for him to come out." Meng Xiaoan said with a calm expression.
The group of people waited until after 11 o'clock before Cheng and Cheng walked out drunkenly, swaying as they walked, took out their keys and drove home.
"Agou, follow him." Meng Xiaoan said.
Agou drove the car and followed He Cheng's BMW.
"Overtake, hit him, just a little bit, and then wait for him to get down." Meng Xiaoan pointed at a gangster and said, "Take these things and put them in his back seat, be careful."
Xihua now finally understands Meng Xiaoan's conspiracy.
Agou suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and with a bang, he overtook.
He Cheng's car unexpectedly hit him.
Xihua looked depressed: "My car."
"What the hell are you driving?" He Cheng, who was indeed drunk, cursed and got out of the car.
Meng Xiaoan said: "Hurry up."
Agou also got out of the car and hurriedly said some words of apology. He cursed with Cheng and asked Agou to compensate him and let him go.
Agou handed over a few hundred yuan and wanted to get in the car.
He Cheng said angrily: "A few hundred yuan? You're out of your mind..."
Before he could speak to Cheng, Agou slapped him. Meng Xiaoan asked another gangster to go down and help.
Soon, He Cheng was howled by Ah Gou and the others, and the two of them carried He Cheng and threw away his car.
"Walk."
Agou stepped on the accelerator and accelerated forward.
Meng Xiaoan took out his mobile phone: "This is the police station. I found a BMW with the license plate number..."
After Meng Xiaoan finished speaking, he took out the mobile phone card. This mobile phone card was originally bought at a street stall, so it did not have a real name.
Xihua gave a thumbs up: "Brother, your move is really powerful."
Meng Xiaoan said soberly: "If I am not wrong, Cheng and I will come out soon. His father should have some family background."
Xihua said: "Brother, what do you mean?"
Meng Xiaoan said: "I just want to see how powerful his father is." Suddenly he looked remorseful, "Damn it, I forgot to take a nude photo of this guy."
Xihua said: "Brother, it's not a big deal, I'll do it next time."
Meng Xiaoan asked Agou to drive him back.
After Meng Xiaoan got off the car, Xihua said: "Brother, please come to me if you have any activities."
Meng Xiaoan high-fived him: "Damn, I know."
Fatty called and said he had returned home and asked if Xiao An had returned home.
Meng Xiaoan was a little touched. The fat man was indeed a good friend. It was almost twelve o'clock, but he still called him to ask if he had gone home.
After Meng Xiaoan hung up the phone, he knocked on the door to see if his sister was asleep.
"Sister?" Without hearing her sister's answer, Meng Xiaoan opened the door and walked in.
My sister has gone to bed.
She was sleeping on the big bed in a very provocative manner wearing a pajamas with a faintly visible ###.
His two slender legs were crossed together, sleeping on his side, with his hands on his thighs.
Meng Xiaoan walked over gently, squatted down, and looked at her sister's sleeping face closely, revealing a very complicated look.
His sister's pajamas were silk white, and he could already see the beauty of her breasts.
Meng Xiaoan reached out and gently stroked her sister's delicate face. Her sister's face was still flushed.
Her breathing was very light, as if she was having a sweet dream, and the corners of her mouth raised a slight arc.
The crescent eyebrows are like Wang Zuxian, the dust is classical, and the warmth is like the distant mountains.
Meng Xiao'an used her fingers to gently rub her fingers, all over Sister Chuu's body.
"Sister, I will always protect you." Meng Xiaoan murmured in a low voice, lowered his head and kissed his sister on the face.
Meng Xiaoan was deeply intoxicated by the fragrance of her sister's hair. Meng Xiaoan took a deep breath and closed her eyes slightly, enjoying the fragrance of the hair.
If possible, he wanted to hug his sister and fall asleep right now.
My sister’s lips are like camellia flowers in May, extremely red.
Meng Xuexi moved her red lips, turned over, and lay flat on her back.
Meng Xiaoan saw her chest proudly firm.
Meng Xiaoan swallowed his saliva, the expression on his face was uncertain, it felt like a blasphemy.
Meng Xiaoan bit his lower lip and stretched out his hand. He wanted to touch the hard snow pill.
