Excellent beauty's personal security guard

"What are you talking about? Neither? " At this moment, the young people couldn't help but look silly, recovered, and rushed to the car parked behind them with the steel pipe.

However, when these people opened the door of the car, there was only a coquettish young woman with light yellow hair and black wool skirt. Where's the adulterer in there?

The young man in charge of the car door and asked, "where are the people?"

The woman in the car stared at him fiercely. Her eyes were almost fierce and could kill. She opened her mouth and snorted dully. Her little feet in wool socks suddenly kicked out of the door. At the same time, a very sharp voice vomited out from her charming lips: "rice bucket..."

Looking at the young man squatting on the snow with his foot, er Feng quietly stretched out her hand and pulled Zhao Jianhui, whispering, "this woman knows Kung Fu."

"It's good. The observation is very meticulous and the reward is very." Zhao Jianhui smiled, stretched out his hand, twisted it on her delicate face, smiled and said, "let's go. This matter has nothing to do with us, but it was almost smashed by people as adulterers. I'm wronged."

Zhao Jianhui walked forward with a man in his hand, but he heard the voice of a man behind him very low: "sister Xue, do you want to kill them all?" The woman's voice was gloomy and cold: "asshole, do you want to make things bigger?"

Zhao Jianhui and Dafeng Erfeng didn't stop, but walked back along the path beside the square. It was windy. The strong wind was flying with snowflakes. Walking on the path in the middle of the high-rise building, the wind and snow with a trace of cold came to her face. Dafeng's hand caught by Zhao Jianhui shook. Zhao Jianhui stopped and asked, "what's the matter, you're cold?"

Dafeng shook her head: "I think we should see who those people are..."

Zhao Jianhui shook his head: "don't worry. Pus will always be pulled out..." Er Feng smiled: "sister, do you think the young master will not follow him when he goes out?"

Zhao Jianhui stretched out his hand and bounced a shudder on her head: "you're smart. Sometimes talking too much is not a good thing." Er Feng held her head in her hands, turned her eyes and snorted. She ran forward alone.

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