Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1611 You Are My Faith (23)

As if remembering something, he lowered his head and buttoned his shirt.

"Speaking of which, he came to me today."

Just as Ji Chuchu was about to leave, she stopped immediately.

Turned sharply to look at him.

"He knows I'm here?"

Benson looked up at her, as if acquiescing.

Ji Chuchu's face was pale.

Take a step back directly.

Benson added, "He didn't say anything, he just said that he wanted to see the child."

"..." Ji Chuchu clenched his fists instantly, "You agreed?"

Benson shrugged, "Why didn't you agree?"

It's just a meeting, if he doesn't agree, it will appear that he is too unreasonable.

Assuming, of course, that he can hold a gun against him.

Benson took a step forward and held Ji Chuchu's shoulder.

Seeing that her face was drained of blood and her lips were trembling, he patted her on the shoulder to express his relief.

"Trust me, he won't do anything to your child."

"I assure you, after the first meeting, I will bring your child back safely and unscathed."

"You fart!"

She pushed him away immediately, her air trembling and cold, "Obviously you and I both know that he is a lunatic, the child was given to him, how could he bring it back?!"

Benson was dumbfounded, "But—he pointed a gun at me, what can I do?"

Could it be possible for him to die for an insignificant child?

"Chuchu, you know, I'm also very embarrassed."

He explained, "Today his people directly surrounded me, smashed my company, and beat my people."

"If I keep going, I'm afraid you won't be able to see me now."

"..." Ji Chuchu was in no mood to listen to his explanation any more.

She waved her hand and turned to leave.

But Benson grabbed her.

A blow directly on the back of her neck.

"you--"

The person who was about to struggle lost consciousness instantly.

fainted on the ground.

Benson looked at Ji Chuchu who was fainted on the ground, and sighed.

Squat down on one knee and help her up.

"Sorry, Chuchu, forgive me this time, I really can't help it."

That person's methods were too cruel, and he didn't want to meet him face to face now.

There was no other way but to sacrifice that child.

He looked up and looked towards the second floor.

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Azazel took a shower, wrapped only a towel around her, and walked out.

Her hair was wet, her jawline was clear and cold, and her lips were bright red.

In bright lights, he doesn't hide either.

The strong chest, the delicate and straight collarbone, and the faintly visible abdominal muscles under the cover of the bath towel.

After taking off his sacred mass clothes, he was full of lust, like a blood-red beast, full of strong hormonal breath.

It almost made people's legs go limp and their cheeks warmed up.

The door was locked, he picked up the angel doll on the bed, kissed the doll's face lightly.

It's like doing some summoning ceremony.

Soon, that beautiful fairy-like person appeared behind him.

There was no sound, only the sound of the tiny flapping of wings.

Almost instantly, Azazel accurately grabbed her wrist with his backhand.

Like a swift-moving wolf, he pressed the prey he was eyeing on the bed, his eyes were heavy.

"Cesia."

His voice always became extremely hoarse when he wanted to kiss her.

Like a beast, very dumb.

He screamed, his heart was hot and he panicked.

(End of this chapter)