Dear, Love Me Gently

When Lu Xiaoxin saw that two of her men were leaving, she reached out and grabbed one of them by the wrist.

It is said that women like to hold the thighs of rich men. She is very poor, but she never wants to hold anyone's thighs. The reason why she holds this person's ankles is that she only wants the other party to see who she is.

You bastards.

The person you are looking for is right in front of you. Are you all blind.

Lu Xiaoxin doesn't understand it at all. Unfortunately, she anxiously forgets that she is now an African little black sister, and she is still a very embarrassed little black sister.

The man was suddenly grabbed by Lu Xiaoxin's ankle and looked at his feet in disgust. I don't want to beat a woman. Let go.

Hearing the man's threat, Lu Xiaoxin looked up sadly and blinked. She didn't know whether to let go.

If you let go, will she be abandoned here forever? If you don't let go, will she be killed by this man.

She was physically and mentally exhausted.

Do not want to eat the pain of flesh and skin, Lu Xiaoxin can only sadly urge to let go of her hand, watching Chu Mingyang walk to the other side and watching them walk in the opposite direction from her.

Lu Xiaoxin got up and limped behind them.

Master, women here are more open than men.

Chu Mingyang's men turned and looked. The limping woman followed them all the time.

This is Africa. There are many backward tribes here. I hope Lu Xiaoxin hasn't been eaten by them.

It turns out that this is what Chu Mingyang is worried about. Africans have wild living habits, and many remote tribes still eat human flesh.

Chu Mingyang thought that the white and tender little woman would be miserable if she fell into the hands of these barbarians.

Master, a woman is a beautiful place. It's not beautiful to be exposed outside.

One of his men looked around and found that the women standing on the roadside were all red and bare, and the dark two regiments completely lost their mystery and beauty.

The people here still maintain the living habits of the savage era.

Chu Mingyang said faintly, and his deep eyes swept the people on the roadside.

Master, the lame man has been following us.

One of his men turned curiously and looked at Lu Xiaoxin.

This time, Lu Xiaoxin didn't dare to approach blindly. She was worried that she would be kicked on the ground by these cruel guys. Her body was really unbearable.

Leave her alone and look separately, door to door.

Chu Mingyang picked up the photo and looked at it. His deep eyes were full of worry.

Lu Xiaoxin saw Chu Mingyang saying something to his men, and then those men left in groups.

Seeing that Chu Mingyang was left alone behind, she knew the opportunity had come.

Lu Xiaoxin walked quickly towards Chu Mingyang, but before she reached behind Chu Mingyang, she was suddenly pulled back with her mouth covered.

Both hands struggle hard, trying to get rid of the people who support themselves.

However, her strength was too small, and she was hugged from behind.

A few minutes later, she was dragged to a corner, and then the man dragged her into a house without stopping.

Finally, Lu Xiaoxin saw the man clearly.

In front of her was a black man with a beard. The black man smiled at her. The man was full of wine and disgusting. Lu Xiaoxin was like a frightened bird. She looked pitifully at the black man blocking the door.

She glanced at the window. It was a little far away. The door couldn't get out. The window was too far away.

These two only exits were not good. She had to outwit. Looking at the man approaching herself step by step, she knew that resistance was useless.

Shit, didn't my aunt have a hard life?

Kill the black man quickly. She has never been so eager to kill anyone. Now she hopes to kill the man quickly.

Lu Xiaoxin kept praying in her heart, hoping for a miracle.

The man is still one meter away from himself, and the disgusting smell comes to his face. Lu Xiaoxin tries to squeeze out a smile. At present, she has to rely on her smart little head. She smiled at the man and began to move towards the side table bit by bit.

A minute later, she leaned against the table.

The man rubbed his hands and looked at Lu Xiaoxin. He couldn't wait to taste the woman.

Lu Xiaoxin watched the man lean over and felt his hands on the dinner table behind him.

Finally, she touched a knife.

The knife was tightly held in her hand. She didn't want to kill. Three years ago, she was accused of murder and jailed. Three years later, does she want to get involved in another murder in Africa.

miserable!

At present, the bastard had leaned over and was disgusted. Lu Xiaoxin only felt that his stomach began to roll.

She's still in trouble. Even if she dies, she won't be insulted by this bastard. Thinking of this, Lu Xiaoxin waved the knife in her hand and stabbed it hard into the man's shoulder.

She felt the knife thrust into the man's flesh.

The man immediately grabbed the knife handle and twitched with pain.

Like a frightened bird, Lu Xiaoxin got out of the man's shoulder and limped quickly towards the door. Before, she didn't dare to walk too fast because her body was hurt everywhere and hurt very much.

She completely forgot the pain now, and fear filled her.

All she knew was that she had to run away quickly and find a safe place to hide immediately.

Before long, a lot of shouts came from behind.

The man she stabbed came out for help. She didn't know what the black man said to the villagers. The villagers took out weapons and looked for every corner of the village.

Lu Xiaoxin hid around in panic.

Finally, she found a black hole in front of her. Without much thought, she bent down and drilled in. She hid in the black hole and dared not come out. There was a messy sound of footsteps and a dialect she couldn't understand.

She's scared!

Chu Mingyang found a commotion in the village.

Yes?

The men in the village began to guard against these outsiders with weapons. When they asked these people if they had seen the woman in the picture, they would wave their hands friendly and say they didn't know.

Watching those villagers suddenly stare at them fiercely, Chu Mingyang's eyes flashed unidentified.

I'll be right back. Something's wrong.

Chu Mingyang picked up the walkie talkie and coldly ordered other men.

Soon, other men appeared in front of Chu Mingyang relying on the locator.

President Chu, what's up?

A few people who had just arrived did not know what had happened here, and asked alertly.

Any leads?

No,

Let's go over there.

Chu Mingyang raised his feet and led everyone towards the chaotic crowd. There was a lot of noise there. Something must have happened.

As Chu Mingyang led his men to the blacks, when they passed a house, Chu Mingyang suddenly stopped his steps and looked at a place coldly with deep eyes.

Clothes?

He strode towards a house similar to a shop. His followers also saw the clothes. They were sportswear. Africans didn't wear sportswear. Their clothes were very simple, wrapped in cloth, very casual and very simple.

Chu Mingyang came to the clothes, grabbed the clothes and hurried to the shopkeeper.

Where did you get this dress?