Excellent beauty's personal security guard

"What You bastard... You robbed others of their innocence and forgot who I am? I haven't forgotten your appearance for a day. I always want to kill you for revenge... "Hearing Zhao Jianhui's words, Michiko Ikeda's resentment became very strong. She twisted her delicate body desperately and struggled. Suddenly she felt that the hand pinched on her neck was loosened.

Closely followed, Zhao Jianhui's voice sounded behind him: "is it you, Michiko?..."

"It's me. If it weren't for me, how could others hate you so much?" As Michiko Ikeda spoke, she turned around, bowed her head, and took a bite on the back of Zhao Jianhui's hand holding the dagger, leaving a row of clear tooth marks. I felt Zhao Jianhui's palm loosen, Michiko Ikeda's right hand raised, and the dagger in his hand came to Zhao Jianhui with cold light.

"You're called murdering your husband, do you know if this is..." Zhao Jianhui reached out and grabbed her wrist, shook and folded it, and the dagger in Michiko Ikeda's hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Because his arm was turned back by him, Michiko Ikeda's chest was higher. Zhao Jianhui was a little confused by the smell from her. He didn't want to be rude to her. His heart became more and more gentle. Zhao Jianhui loosened her arm and said faintly, "with your Kung Fu, you can't kill me. You climbed into my bed by yourself that day. You are completely harmful to others and yourself. I am just a tool used by you. You can't blame me all? "

While in the capital that day, Michiko Ikeda caught you Xiaoran and Fujita, fed you Xiaoran and Fujita medicine, and wanted to take a picture of Fujita and you Xiaoran together and threaten Fujita. Unexpectedly, Zhao Jianhui found her, fed her her her own medicine, threw her beside Fujita, and hid in the reception room of the funeral home to detoxify you Xiaoran.

I didn't know that when I slept in the middle of the night, Michiko Ikeda rushed into the room and climbed into Zhao Jianhui's bed. At the thought of that section, Zhao Jianhui felt indignant. His grandmother's, who are the victims? You're gonna kill me for that? It's good if I don't kill you.

Upon hearing that Zhao Jianhui actually said such words, Michiko Ikeda couldn't help getting angry. Her face turned red and her eyes stared at Zhao Jianhui like fire. She hissed and shouted, "you bastard, I'm going to kill you... Kill you..." as she said, she bowed her head and bumped into Zhao Jianhui's arms.

Because the dagger in Michiko Ikeda's hand has been knocked to the ground, and she recognizes that this woman is an oriental beauty who once had an overnight relationship with herself. Although she has been shouting fiercely to kill herself, where will Zhao Jianhui pay attention to her? How could he have thought of such a move "iron head skill" when one of his arms was caught by himself?

Being bumped into his heart by Michiko Ikeda, Zhao Jianhui's body couldn't help falling onto the tatami behind him. Michiko Ikeda, who was caught by him with one arm, was leaning forward. Under his belt, she suddenly fell down and just pressed on Zhao Jianhui.

There was a very strange scene in the room. The woman who wanted to kill just now actually rode on the object of her assassination. The front chest of the two people was close to the front chest, and the face was facing the face. Michiko Ikeda's two legs rode separately on Zhao Jianhui, and the man under him was only wearing a loose pair of shorts. The scene was as shy and weird as it was.

At the same time, Michiko Ikeda's mouth and nose were still emitting a faint fragrance.

"Er... I remember what you said, you don't use any scent, perfume or anything like that..." Zhao Jianhui said, and he pumped two nose.

"Michiko Ikeda couldn't help but feel flustered. She shouted angrily. Although she twisted desperately, she still couldn't get rid of the man's clutches.

With a beautiful woman and a soft fragrance, the anger aroused by Liu Qian revived in the morning. In addition, the woman sitting on her body had that relationship with herself. Facing Michiko Ikeda, Zhao Jianhui had no sense of guilt at all. He just felt that this woman could be violated by himself

At the thought of this, Zhao Jianhui's lower body was already very hard. Xiaohui was in high spirits and clubbed her hip. If it were not separated by two layers of obstacles, it would be eager to find a gap.

Zhao Jianhui held her waist with one hand and her neck with the other. As soon as he turned over, he had become a man and a woman. As soon as Zhao Jianhui bowed his head, he kissed Michiko Ikeda's fragrant soft cherry lips.

Michiko Ikeda pushed Zhao Jianhui's body down with one hand, and grabbed his neck with one hand. Who knows, Zhao Jianhui didn't care that his neck was pinched tighter and tighter by him. His hot lips pressed tightly against her cherry lips, freeing up a hand to grasp her towering part.

"Er, you bastard... Let go... Sobbing..." Michiko Ikeda struggled, but she felt the man's strong action more and more.

Listening to the groans from her mouth, Zhao Jianhui felt very comfortable and excited. His hand quickly untied the buttons on Michiko Ikeda's upper body, and then slid down to her waist along the skin exposed to the moonlight. With a slight click, Zhao Jianhui untied the belt around her waist with only one hand. Then, the restless hand still swam down

"Ah Ah There... Don't... "Michiko Ikeda suddenly arched up and trembled. She felt that her most important part had fallen. She blushed and didn't move at a loss. She let the man on her press on her, raised one foot and pushed down her tight pants.

"Hoo... Let's go. From now on, don't appear in front of me..." Zhao Jianhui took a breath, reached out and grabbed the thin quilt on the tatami and put it on his body. He went to the front of the outer room, sat down, reached out and touched the cigarette box and took out a cigarette.

Michiko Ikeda dressed quickly. In less than two or three minutes, she had put on all the clothes taken off by Zhao Jianhui. Even the dagger that fell on the ground picked it up and took it in his hand. He walked across from Zhao Jianhui, looked at him condescending and asked, "why?"

Zhao Jianhui almost fainted by a mouthful of smoke. Did you ask that? I saw your anger just now. How can I let you go? You're not happy? Michiko Ikeda seemed to feel that her sentence had a big language problem. She blushed, glared at Zhao Jianhui, and whispered, "don't you kill me? Even if you let me go today, I will still kill you... "

Zhao Jianhui looked up at her, shook his head and said, "whatever you want. As I have said, I don't blame everything last time, but since you think I'm sorry for you, I have nothing to say. Between us... It's best not to meet. If I see you next time, I may not be friendly again... "

"Hum, as long as you don't regret it, who wants you to be kind?" Michiko Ikeda looked at Zhao Jianhui carefully. As he said, he turned around: "you really don't kill me? Let me go? "

"What are you talking about? Be careful. I changed my mind for a while..." Zhao Jianhui said impatiently. As soon as Michiko Ikeda heard what he said, he immediately stepped back and followed him to the window when he came

"Wait a minute..." just as one of her feet stepped on the windowsill, Zhao Jianhui shouted behind“ What for? Have you changed your mind now? Whatever you want, I know I can't run away. " Michiko Ikeda slowly put down the beautiful foot on the windowsill, turned around, looked at Zhao Jianhui indifferently and said.

"I... I just wanted to ask you. Your sister said that you had already given birth to a child, that child... "Before Zhao Jianhui finished his flower, Michiko Ikeda's body shook suddenly, followed by her voice and said coldly:" that child is mine and has nothing to do with you. Don't... Don't think about it. There is only hatred between us, nothing else... "