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Chapter 69 The Female Celebrity's Bizarre Death in the Bathroom (30)

Xiaogui: [vomit!So greasy. 】

The man said again: "Little beauty, come on, brother is here to love you."

As the man spoke, he was about to pounce on Meng Qiaohe, when Meng Qiaohe suddenly opened his eyes.

The man looked at Meng Qiaohe who had opened his eyes, and was taken aback for a moment, then asked with some doubts, "Why are you awake?"

He remembered that when Cheng Xiaoyue called him, she said that she had asked someone to prescribe Fu Dier's medicine, and it was still an aphrodisiac. He looked at the person in front of him with a flushed face, which was very attractive.

Meng Qiaohe stretched out his hand to push him away, and then supported his head with one hand, with charm in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Meng Qiaohe's voice was too soft, "Mr. Lu, you're here."

President Lu: "...?"

Xiaogui looked at Meng Qiaohe at this time, and asked in surprise: [Qiao He, why didn't you just kick him away and talk to him. 】

Meng Qiaohe sneered, 【It's not fun to just kick him away, I have to save it to play slowly. 】

Xiaogui: [...? 】

Looking at the coldness in Meng Qiaohe's eyes at this moment, Xiaogui suddenly felt a little scared, wondering how Qiaohe was going to play with this greasy middle-aged man.

When Mr. Lu heard people calling him by name, and looked at the charming person, desire suddenly surged in his heart. He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and then rushed towards Meng Qiaohe.

As he rushed over, he said shamelessly: "My little beauty is waiting for me here, of course I have to hurry up and love you well."

Meng Qiaohe stepped away, and the man flung himself on the bed.

Meng Qiaohe covered the corner of her mouth and smiled coquettishly, her smile was full of charm.

Meng Qiaohe: "Oh, Mr. Lu, don't be impatient."

The man was lying on the bed, looking back at the girl sitting on the other side, he just felt that this was the foreplay before the main show, and felt that there was a different kind of sentiment.

Meng Qiaohe sat on the pillow at this time, with Erlang's legs crossed, and winked at Mr. Lu, then continued to pretend to be cute and said: "Mr. Lu, it's not interesting to come directly, let's have some fun first." ,How about it?"

Mr. Lu looked at Meng Qiaohe's winking look, and the seven souls seemed to have been seduced by the six souls. He saw that Fu Dier looked pure on the surface, and thought she was a pure college student, but he didn't expect her The heart is actually so turbulent.

Naturally, he likes girls who are a little more flamboyant, so that he can mobilize his emotions and enhance the atmosphere.

He suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and said to Meng Qiaohe: "My sister wants to play, brother, I will cooperate with you well today."

The corner of Meng Qiaohe's mouth twitched slightly, "Ordinary ones are not interesting, today I'll take Mr. Lu to have some exciting fun with you."

Mr. Lu continued to smile lewdly: "...Then sister, what do you want to play exciting?"

A slight smile flashed across Meng Qiaohe's eyes at this time, and he said slowly: "For example, cutting fat with a fruit knife, I think it's very interesting."

After Meng Qiaohe finished speaking, she covered the corners of her mouth and smiled, then quickly lifted the pillow, took out the fruit knife from underneath and held it on her fingertips, the fruit knife was shaking back and forth on her fingertips, shining dazzlingly of gloss.

When Mr. Lu saw Meng Qiaohe holding a fruit knife in his hand, he turned over and sat up immediately. He glared at Meng Qiaohe, "What do you want, put the knife down, or don't blame me for being rude to you."

Holding the knife in his right hand, Meng Qiaohe gestured at the fingertips of his left hand, smiling flamboyantly and charmingly, "Didn't Mr. Lu just say that he wanted to play exciting games, but now he can't afford it?"

Mr. Lu swallowed his saliva, "Put down the knife, let's play other things."

Meng Qiaohe laughed again, gesturing with fruit knives left and right: "I don't like to play with other things."

Meng Qiaohe sighed again at this time, "What should I do, Mr. Lu, I just want to play with this knife today, so please cooperate with me."

After Meng Qiaohe finished speaking, he took a fruit knife and sat towards Mr. Lu.

Boss Lu looked at Meng Qiaohe who was holding a knife in his hand, and immediately laughed silly. The sperm and alcohol in his mind suddenly woke up more than half.

He avoided, "You bitch, you actually want to murder me."

As President Lu spoke, he was about to hit Meng Qiaohe's head with the lamp on the bedside table. Meng Qiaohe tapped his finger lightly, and the man's hand was frozen in midair.

Mr. Lu is conscious in his head at this time, but his body cannot move.

Meng Qiaohe put a fruit knife on his left hand and gestured, his tone was casual, as if he was discussing what to eat tonight, and his glance was ordinary, "Mr. Lu, you said you should cut off your left finger first. It's better to cut off your right finger first."

Mr. Lu stared, unable to say a word.

Meng Qiaohe lightly poked the skin on the back of his hand with a sword, and a cut was made on the back of his hand, and blood flowed down the cut.

Mr. Lu could clearly feel the piercing pain coming from the back of his hand, but he just couldn't move.

He could only watch helplessly as the blood on the back of his hand flowed down his arm.

In the end, it dripped on the snow-white bed sheet, forming streaks of dark red blood.

Xiao Gui clicked his lips and said: [It turns out that the blood of the bad guys is darker. 】

Meng Qiaohe nodded and smiled in satisfaction, then moved the fruit knife to the man's chest, where fat was piled up on the front of his chest.

Meng Qiaohe gestured left and right for a while, "Mr. Lu, your figure is not very manageable. You have been making money all these years."

At this moment, Boss Lu's cheeks were already sweating from the pain, and tears of begging for mercy flowed out of his eyes.

Meng Qiaohe used a knife to draw two lines on the left and right of his body, and blood came out along the skin tissue.

Boss Lu's painful body began to twitch, and Meng Qiaohe laughed again, "Well, this feels more exciting and exciting than doing that kind of thing."

After Meng Qiaohe finished speaking, he swung the bloody fruit knife out, and the tip of the fruit knife just flew over the camera, smashing the camera.

At this time, Meng Qiaohe moved his fingers lightly again, and the man regained consciousness.

The desk lamp fell down from his hand, and he hugged his body, rolling over and over on the bed in pain.

The man twitched and turned to look at Meng Qiaohe, "Who the hell are you?"

Meng Qiaohe stood on the ground with his hands folded in front of his chest, his tone was awe-inspiring, and his expression turned cold, "You deserve to know who I am."

The man looked at the wound on his body and cried in pain, "I want to call the police and charge you with intentional injury, and let the police catch you and lock you up."

Meng Qiaohe laughed, and said in a light tone, "Report, you can call the police and see who gets in."

(End of this chapter)