Next, all she had to do was find the right position and aim it at him.
However, when she went up the second floor to find the right position, Dongfang Bolin's figure was gone. She frowned. It was impossible, he was still downstairs just now.
When the first dance of the opening banquet sounded, it was the best time for her to do it, but now, others are gone.
Damn it, Yoshida Xingna hesitated whether to go downstairs, and would wait patiently here again.
Behind the cylinder on the second floor, only about ten meters away from Yoshida Xingna, Oriental Bolin took a sip of red wine and watched her every move.
This immature performance made him feel like watching a show.
As he guessed, she must have hidden a gun on the inside of her thigh again, but...
He looked at her figure and the dress had no pockets. This time, she had no other weapons, right? She had graduated from college at the age of nineteen. Her IQ was quite high, but she was just a little naive.
Dongfang Bolin drank red wine easily and took all her expression into her eyes. Is she struggling?
Without a goal, how can we continue to perform?
Or, give her something exciting? Holding the wine glass, he put one hand in his pants pocket, walked out from behind the cylinder, and walked behind her, "Are you looking for me?"
A familiar voice suddenly rang behind his head. Yoshida Akana heartbeat suddenly forgot to beat and did not turn around. She just pretended that she had not heard his words. She didn't believe that they were unfamiliar with them, and he would recognize her who appeared.
Still pretending?!
Dongfang Bolin stepped forward and wrapped her in the narrow crack of her arms. "The heavy makeup is really not suitable for you, Miss Xingna."
"You recognized the wrong person." Yoshida Xingna looked at him coldly. How did he recognize her?
She has turned into this, can he still recognize it?
"Or I should remind you that when applying makeup, don't just focus on wearing faces, but also change your body shape, because men remember a woman, not necessarily remember her face." As he said that, he raised the corner of his mouth, "For example,
Miss Ainai's figure makes me... still remember it deeply."
He spoke from his mouth in a teasing tone, and Yoshida Xingna glared at him, "Is that right? Then Mr. Dongfang still wants to try again?"
He raised his wine glass, took a sip, reached out his hand in his trouser pocket, and then touched her back, "Miss Ainai didn't have enough fun last time?"
The chicken skin surged from Yoshida Xingna's back. Damn, where is his hand?!
He raised his foot and tried to step on his upper, but he suddenly grabbed her into his arms and imprisoned her. "It seems that Miss Xingna is still not very familiar."
His words were warm in her ears and sounded in vain, "Look, someone is watching."
If it weren't for the public decision, she really wanted to pull out the gun and get rid of him, but now she could only be passively held by him and "let go."
He hugged her, flashed to the back of the cylinder, forcibly imprisoned her behind the cylinder, and there was no more teasing in his eyes, "Let go? Miss Xingna is holding two murders in her hands."
She knew that what he was talking about was the two people who were killed by real killers. When she said that she wanted to explain, she still chose to remain silent. Whether it was her or not, he would think that she did it.
"There are policemen outside. How long can you be sentenced to two lives?" He lifted her chin, "Si Shui Nianhua is afraid that he can only spend it in prison."