In the small home that Xu Wenrong left for Zhou Fuhai, Zhou Fuhai was lying on the bed alone. Since Xu Wenrong left, he rarely came back here. Every day he either went to sleep in Ouyang Yan's hotel or slept with Jasmine and the others. In short, he didn't want to
Then he thought of the girl he always felt guilty for loving and threatening to kill.
Living alone is always lonely, and it will make you think of many things that you would never think of. Most of them are random thoughts, thinking about her or the scene of her rolling around in another man's bed behind her back. Just fantasies have already made you
It hurts my heart. Rather than lying alone in bed like this, Zhou Fuhai would rather keep himself busy and fulfilled. At least he doesn't have to lie in bed and think about it like he does now.
He got up and poured a glass of wine and drank it all. Zhou Fuhai rubbed his head and stood at the window. Three men got out of the car, holding Geng Dan with only two small pieces of underwear in his arms and placed them on the bed.
, the three people withdrew and parked the car on the road on one side.
Zhou Fuhai smiled slightly, came to the bedside, and stared at the unconscious Geng Dan. Sheep fat warm jade? Skin like snow? It seems that all these are enough to describe her body. If the beauty and grace that he looked at her before were different.
Wearing clothes is to appreciate, but at this moment, you can see it very clearly, even the pores on her body can be clearly seen. Gently stroke it with your hands, touch it, it is as smooth as carved jade, as tender as a young lotus root. Take off only
Zhou Fuhai was even more excited when he saw the remaining two small clothes. Only when such a woman is sleeping quietly can people feel that she is not so far away from him, and she is far from so fierce.
Zhou Fuhai took off the clothes on his body one by one, lay down on her body, admired and played with her body again, and then he spread her legs apart and penetrated her.
She didn't feel anything during the whole process, as if she was really asleep. She didn't cater to her, didn't take the initiative, screamed or moved. It was just Zhou Fuhai venting and feeling comfortable. In the end, he fell all over her snow-white body. What made Zhou Fuhai a little disappointed was that she
This is no longer the first time. There are not that many girls in this world who let you kick them for the first time.
After finishing, Zhou Fuhai sat by the bed and smoked a cigarette. He stroked her body with his hands until enough. He put on his clothes, covered her body again, made a phone call, and the three people from before left.
They came in, picked up Geng Dan's body and turned to leave without any expression. It was as if they were not men and the woman they were holding in their arms was not a naked woman.
The real murderous people only see the living and the dead in their eyes, no men or women, they will deal with the physical needs when they arise, and they will never have feelings for anyone. Feelings are the most fearful thing for this group of people who live on the fringes.
Having it means giving up half of your life.
The three people drove the car and threw the unconscious Geng Dan in front of Mr. Huang's residence and drove away. Zhou Fuhai sat in the house for a while and then left.
There was a car parked on the road opposite the simple house. There was a man and a woman sitting in the car, staring here intently.
"Is this person Zhou Fuhai?" The man looked at the woman beside him.
The woman nodded, turned her head to the other side, and leaned against the car window with a lonely figure. She was not a god after all.
Zhou Fuhai rushed to the place where Mengzi and Ling Xiaogang imprisoned Huang Huanran. After an hour of bumpy driving, he finally arrived at the absolutely safe place that Ling Xiaogang said was surrounded by mountains. There was a wooden house on the mountainside. In this era, this kind of house has already been
Rarely seen anymore.
There was no mountain road, so Zhou Fuhai had no choice but to walk up step by step through waist-deep weeds.
Huang Huanran, who had been knocked unconscious by a stick, was lying on the ground. Ling Xiaogang and Mengzi were sitting on a log on one side smoking, silent to each other.
"Kill him?" Mengzi took out the knife and looked at Zhou Fuhai.
"How can a dead person be more useful than a living person?" Zhou Fuhai chuckled: "Wake him up."
"I'm good at this kind of thing."
Mengzi smiled evilly, straddled Huang Huanran's body, and unfastened his belt.
There was a sound of running water. Huang Huanran felt his face being poured with warm liquid, and he woke up. When he opened his eyes, he was so angry that he was trembling and unable to speak.
"Don't be so nervous, bro, it's baby urine." Mengzi put on his pants, smiled and sat on the wood on the side and continued to smoke: "It's a bit of a waste for you. You have to cherish it and drink sparingly.
"Doesn't it taste good?" Zhou Fuhai squatted down and chuckled.
"I told you, you won't kill me." Huang Huanran frowned, wiped his face, and calmed down.
"Then let's see if you are still valuable to me." Zhou Fuhai stretched out his hand, and Mengzi hurriedly handed him the knife in his hand without any pause. The knife in Zhou Fuhai's hand plunged into the air with a sound.
He grabbed Huang Huanran's leg and twisted it hard. "Don't be too confident, you have no way out.
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