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Chapter 72 Do You Still Want to Count Other Men?

"Well Miantang, the northern Shaanxi area you asked us to go to is a dangerous area. Do you understand that we almost sent our bodies as gun targets?"

"You haven't been to the place we agreed on."

The meaning behind his words made my heart skip a beat. He actually took the trouble to find out where I was, showing that he still cared about me and that he didn't want her to disappear from his world. I suddenly became happy and didn't want to argue with him anymore.

Some details.

"What a beautiful figure, Mao Jiu, pretending to be a noble lady, a fighting master, an orphanage overlord, and a girl with a violent temper. She is really charming. But who did you learn from these sluts now? Everyone

This lady, Xiaojiabiyu, is not suitable for you. I know what the women out there are thinking, but they don’t have the original vitality like you. Even if you dress up now, you will show your vixen face. What is your reason today? Climb the dragon and attach yourself to the phoenix? Is Song Da included in your scheme?

?I can be considered a rich man, am I on your list?" He held my hand and guided me to spin in a circle. I deliberately stretched out my arms, turned around on tiptoes, and let my little dress show some waves.

.

Na Miantang looked at me carefully from head to legs with his black eyes, not missing anything. His rough eyes seemed to be stripping off my clothes, which was flirtatious. But this made me feel all over.

Goosebumps.

I suddenly became suspicious and held my breath: "Well Miantang, are you trying to undermine me?"

"Don't worry, I will keep it a secret for you. You know you have always won my heart, and have won my heart since childhood. Mao Jiu." The old tone was half joke, half flattery.

The disgusting words were about to come to my mouth, and I finally suppressed them. I decided to suppress his arrogance by a point or two. He knew everything about me. Even in Daqing, my identity belonged to their family, and he took it.

I have the upper hand, so I have to reverse the situation and find a way to put him at a disadvantage.

Qingpo said that if you want to catch more mosquitoes, vinegar is worse than sugar. I plan to catch this mosquito and treat it well so that it will not always be at my mercy.

He lowered his voice and said, "Why don't you talk to your old friend? Why don't you call me a gangster, tell me to go away, and give me a slap in the face. That brave cat Jiujiu is not afraid of anything. Everyone here is bloody.

Fang Gang's youth surrounds you. Do you know that you never show mercy when fighting? I'm afraid you have already understood this well. You are such a good girl. You want to be a prostitute, but why don't you put up a sign - write 'move' in bold?

Where is the guest?"

"You mean to call me a *?" I was so angry that a wave of heat suddenly surged through my body.

"Still a nine-tailed raccoon in disguise." He added.

"Humph," I said angrily, "then let me tell you my truth. Ever since you left us, have you thought that I was your burden? Do you think that because you have a rich family?

You can trample on everyone's rights and dignity, even if you are a well-fed man and don't know how hungry a man is, you can drive me away now."

"Tsk, tsk, I want to see if the lucky man today can get your invitation to go back. I never miss a good show. With your ecstasy method, at least a dozen handsome men will fight for you tonight. Look.

Come here, I want to get to know you again." He stared at me, his words like sharp whips.

"Why don't you put on an animal skin, grab my hair, and hold me in this room?" There was obvious contempt in my words.

A trace of surprise flashed across his face, and then a smile appeared in his eyes: "You're not mistaken, that's exactly what you meant. Which posture do you want?"

"You bastard, who do you think you are, you dare to teach me a lesson about erotic postures, go find a woman and torture you to death!" I tried my best to slap him, but he caught my hand as he expected.

, brought it to the lips and kissed it.

"If you have time, I wouldn't mind trying a few. We'll hit it off very well."

A rage slowly rose in my mind, and I couldn't care about anything else in my rage. Without the education taught by my grandma, I found that the nameless fire was enough to kill people. A pair of black eyes set off the dead white face.

Liang couldn't control his temper for a moment: "Brother Gui killed someone and is in jail. He will be shot in a few days. You are still having fun with women! Of course, how can your son-in-law understand?"

In the huge room, I could only hear the heavy footsteps of Mian Tang walking around. He cursed in a low voice, all of which were obscene and vulgar words that were inconsistent with his status. Although he is a dangerous person, I am no longer afraid of him. He

Suddenly he no longer walked back and forth like a wild beast, and he turned towards me. His dark eyes were shining, but there was no frightening anger. His eyes only contained some kind of secrecy and restraint: "So, you go and seduce Song Da."

.And, for now, he is half trapped in the love network you carefully weaved. You thought you could save the mountain ghost because of your charming face."

Na Mian Tang suddenly pressed my shoulder.

"Then answer me, is he the only one you want to make up your mind?" His eyes were keen and alert, carefully observing the changes in the expression on my face.

"What do you mean?"

"Is he the only one you plan to try this method with?"

"What does this have to do with you?"

"Of course it does matter. Do you want to plot against other men? Tell me."

"Yes. And you." My tone became as vicious as his.

"That's right. I don't believe you don't have five or six people as substitutes. Which candidate am I? I can give you some advice about Song Da."

"I don't need your advice."

"You don't need to, but I also want to mention this. This is a very good piece of advice. When you ask for something from another man, don't tell it with all reservations like wielding a kitchen knife. You must try to be tactful and diplomatic.

Only by doing these can you achieve better results. You are born with this technique and are very proficient in it. When Song Da discovered that the girl he was pursuing changed from a gentle, charming and delicate woman to a woman who responded to life full of feminine charm:

An innocent, shy, and delicate woman turns into a savage girlfriend. As long as he handles your affairs well, he will immediately find that your voice is clear, resolute, decisive, and resolute. There is no hesitation like a girl, and there will be no more evasion or change.

I guess he'll be in tears when the show is over."

"Don't worry about this. He saw me break the neck of a chicken and make him a country bumpkin's beggar chicken." I said this deliberately.

"I didn't expect you to be so close." I didn't even notice that his hands were clenched and his trouser pockets were bulging, as if he was desperately fighting against his emotions.

"What advice do you have for you as a candidate?" Without thinking or considering the consequences, I looked at the man who had protected me and ridiculed me, "I kind of like you, Na Mian Tang."

"What a blessing, Maomao, why would you like someone else's boyfriend? Are you in love with me?"

I stared at him as if I had been slapped. He had no reason to humiliate me like this. I didn't make a request to him. After everything in the past, he stepped it into the dirt. He made a fool of me.

I was like an animal dazed by a snake, staring at him intently, and then picked up the wine glass from the table: "If you really want me to fall in love with you, let's wait until the snow freezes in June!" After that!

Then he threw the cup into the stove, and the alcohol exploded into a small ball of fire. "Then let me give you the answer. You are really disgusting."

Na Miantang laughed loudly, and I tensed up all the muscles in my body, ready to pounce on him and tear his face apart.

"Forget it, Mao Jiu, have we ever shared weal and woe? Stop acting in front of me."

"Don't say I know you. Even if your family is one of the few privileged families, I can always get what I want."

I walked out of the room with my head proudly held high, and when I came downstairs, I stopped and grabbed the railing. Because I was angry and insulted, my heart was pounding. I tried to take deep breaths, not to faint and let Mian Tang laugh at me.

I couldn't let myself faint. I didn't return to the crowd until the nausea gradually disappeared.

Na Miantang had been staring at me from a high position upstairs. When I looked back at him, he smiled and said nothing. I saw him leaning against the window, his hands deeply inserted into his trouser pockets, and those

There was a faint contemptuous attitude in his dark eyes to mock me, a very annoying smile, and all his strength was hidden under that chic and elegant appearance. When he was not moving, he was as lazy as a leopard basking in the sun, but when he moved, he was as agile as a leopard.

Just jump up and pounce on the food.

I felt a little uneasy. Will he let me go? He looked at me and laughed heartily, and I really wanted to catch him a few times.

The music started slowly again at the right time, temporarily relieving my stress. I gently touched the arm of the nearest man and shouted that I wanted to go outside for a walk. I planned to avoid the limelight and hide in the darkness.

I deliberately lowered my eyes, and my trembling eyelashes suddenly made him lose his mind. I murmured: "Sir, thanks to your kindness, I am a little thirsty. Please go and get me a glass of water. You can wait for me here."

I’ll come back after putting on my makeup, because I’m going to dance with you later, so don’t go away with the other girls, because I’m very jealous.”

The man was so excited that he almost stammered, his mouth closed and opened, his face turned red, and he kept holding my hand, "I won't go away." He finally regained his breath. He never dreamed that I would just

Treating him as a goat that was left to be harmed. This was a clever trick with two sides: it kept me away but also stabilized him. As expected, he took the bait and fell into the trap.

He ran to the table and promised: "I will wait forever!"

I was cynical, and I raised my middle finger towards the Mian Tang on the second floor, and crossed my fingers under my neck. This move was more of a warning than a joke. I raised my rebellious chin and left his room proudly with my head high.

He tried his best to control himself and put on an air of air. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that he had taken a few sips of wine, causing him to throw his head back and laugh.

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