709. Chapter 709 Meeting an old friend in a foreign land three
The car drove into the mountain village and accepted no one's worship along the way. The man in the passenger seat whistled, his eyebrows were raised high and it was so dark that it looked as if he had not been washed. He turned around and spoke to Duan Zhaoan pleasantly for the first time, "an
, your woman looks like a wild cat that is difficult to tame, I suggest you throw her into the ground, work her hard for a few months, and make sure she is obedient."
He spoke in English, with a strong accent that made it difficult for Gu Chen to listen.
Duan Zhaoan had no language barrier, his cold eyes slid over the man's face lightly, his thin lips curled up a little, revealing a sneer: "Only useless men will torture women with pleasure, and only useful men will protect them."
Be a good woman to yourself.”
"Hahaha, I think you are trying to show off your strength. Who doesn't know that all women in China are tigresses? I heard that there are still women who dare to hit men." The man raised his head and laughed, not hiding his feelings for Duan Zhaoan.
Contemptuous: "Look at you, an, now you are a man who is afraid of women. When you enter the village, I will let you see how our Indian men behave | teach women to listen!"
His unabashed words have made Gu Chen murderous. Gu Chen is a supreme feminist. If he dares to be so arrogant and put her down in front of her, he is simply asking for death.
Killing intent flashed across his slender eyes, and his originally calm and calm aura instantly changed to something as sharp as a needle stinging him.
The slender fingers on her shoulders flicked gently and rhythmically a few times. Gu Chen lowered his head, hiding his murderous intent deep in his pupils.
Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, sooner or later you will have to deal with this kind of thing that treats women as nothing.
Duan Zhaoan would not let Gu Chen suffer from such a filthy rat-like King Cobra member. Hearing this, he looked at him coldly and said calmly: "When you can meet a woman who is willing to follow you,
You try to show off in front of me again, but I believe that with your bad mouth, only the girls on the highway will not dislike you."
"You!" The man was so angry that he twisted his whole body around, his fierce eyes staring at Duan Zhaoan, and his chest heaved violently.
In India, only men who cannot marry a wife will fall into the trap of wanting a girl, and women on the road (female branch) are the lowest women. Duan Zhaoan is satirizing that he can only look for highway (female branch) in his life.
For women.
After a while, he snorted coldly: "Wait and see, I will make you look good."
"I'm tired of hearing this sentence. If you wait a few years, you will still be like this." Duan Zhaoan's long arm on Gu Chen's shoulders tightened, and Gu Chen's whole body lay in his arms, his aura as cold as sitting.
The monarch on the throne is naturally noble.
She raised her eyebrows at the man provocatively, "And I, the woman is already in my arms."
This time, the Indian man who had not yet married a wife at the age of thirty-four was so angry that his eyes turned red. He stared at Duan Zhaoan and touched the pistol hidden on his waist. He wished he could kill him with one shot.
Chinese mercenaries who make themselves unhappy.
Mercenaries from China! He didn’t believe he could defeat him!
The opponent's anger turned a deaf ear to Duan Zhao, who was wearing a military hat. His delicate brows were cold and cold, making him look even more imposing.
His eyebrows are quite delicate, not as delicate as a woman's, but as delicate as a man's. His black eyes are full of meaning, as deep and unfathomable as the sea. With a faint glance, the chill emanating from him is unfathomable.
The man in the driver's seat couldn't help but feel his heart pounding.
