Excellent beauty's personal security guard

On the same day that Zhao Jianhui was assassinated, almost at the same time, a new Toyota Jeep drove to Zhitian Qianye's villa. The driver was a young woman with a tall figure and dark hair.

Instead of driving into the parking lot in front of the villa, she parked on the side of the road outside the villa. The night sky with lights out was filled with a faint salty smell with the wind. There are few pedestrians on the beach. Occasionally, one or two cars pass by. They are also in a hurry and run to the villas on the beach in front.

The woman in the car opened the door and came down. She looked at the two-story building inside the roadside wooden fence. She couldn't help smiling. Her slender legs in white trousers bent slightly, and her black high-heeled shoes gave a gentle meal on the ground. Her body had crossed the fence wall and fell into the yard without making a sound.

The white trousers were tightly but not tightly wrapped in her high and shaky fart. Then the weak light from the small building could see that the woman was wearing a wispy tight sleeveless shirt, which was less than the navel and wider than the hips. The plump milk and peak tied the tights very tight. When the two buttons on the chest were overwhelmed, they pulled the two covers. Cup. If you were not careful, it seemed that the thread would be broken and the city gate would be opened.

The door on the first floor was closed, and the light came from a room on the second floor.

"... I really know a restaurant in Hokkaido. The food there is really good. I'll take you..." in the room, Suzuki Jiro is wearing loose shorts, lying half on the sofa and talking to Chiba Zhitian.

"Why do you suddenly think of traveling? Didn't we agree to go to Europe in a few days? Two days ago, you also let me have a good understanding of the characteristics of European life and their cultural atmosphere. You said it would also help me improve my realm... "Chiba Zhitian is wearing white silk pajamas, applying lipstick in front of the mirror and watching a woman's make-up. It is also a pleasure for men.

Women need make-up even if they are going to bed soon.

Chiba Zhitian painted lipstick, sipped his lips up and down, smiled and said: "... Besides, I am now participating in a local tourism ambassador campaign in China. I think it is good for my career. You know this too... "

"Of course I know Qianye, I also promised at that time, but now I just want to travel with you, ha ha... You won't be unwilling? " Suzuki Jiro said half seriously and half jokingly.

"This is not my plan. Even my agent and company will not agree... Suzuki Jun, I think it's hard for me to promise you. Otherwise, when I become a tourism ambassador, let's go to China... "Xichuan province of China wants to use tourism ambassadors to promote tourism, and become a tourism ambassador of Xichuan province. I can also take this opportunity to publicize myself in China and improve my popularity. This is a win-win opportunity.

When heard that Xichuan province would hold such activities, the thousand leaf brokers were very keen to seize this opportunity, and only after they had Consulated with Signing company did they report it. So even if they want to join in the game, they are not the ones who has the final say. Suzuki Jiro's proposal really embarrassed Chiba.

Therefore, when he said these words again, Chiba blushed and turned his head to Suzuki Jiro with a coquettish tone.

"What's the point? You are my fiancee and I am your fiance. We are lovers traveling together. Even if the company knows, it won't be much? " Suzuki Jiro insisted.

"This..." Chiba really didn't know what to say. Women in island countries are still able to take care of men's face, and they pay more attention to obedience to their own men. Now, although Chiba and Suzuki Jiro are not married, they have lived together like husband and wife. In the psychology of the former leaf, they have long regarded Suzuki Jilang as their own man. Seeing his persistence, Chiba feels strange in his heart, but he is still embarrassed to refuse.

"Hehe. I can answer this question. If you think of traveling, there is a place that is most suitable for you. You don't have to go to Europe, China and Hokkaido... "Just when Chiba felt it difficult to answer Suzuki Jiro's words, a woman's voice suddenly came from the door.

Suzuki Jiro was shocked when he heard the speech and shouted, "who? Who's talking outside? Chiba, do you have any friends living at home? "

"No... no..." Zhitian Chiba replied in doubt.

A faint voice came from the darkness: "if you want to know who I am, don't you know when you open the door?"

Suzuki Jiro was stunned. The look on his face became pale in an instant: "who are you? Who sent you? Is it the eldest or the second? " As he spoke, Suzuki Jiro stood up and went to tatami. He stretched out his hand and took out a small pistol from the basement cabinet. Click to open the insurance.

"Ah? Er... "Chiba Zhitian didn't know when a pistol went to the room in her closet. As soon as she lost her voice and screamed, she was covered by Suzuki Jiro.

"Since I will come to you, someone must have asked me to come. Do you mean the eldest or the second? You might as well take a bold guess... "With the words, a charming girl has come in from the darkness outside. She smiled at Suzuki Jiro and said," if I were you, I would put down the gun at this time... "

Suzuki Jiro looked at the sex under her tights. He felt the devil's body that was about to burst out fire, and involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of water. Looking up, I saw a beautiful swallow mask on her face. Although I couldn't see the whole picture clearly, I can imagine that the beauty of this girl must be a national beauty that catches people's soul only from the ruddy diamond cherry lips and smooth jade like chin under her mask.

Suzuki Jiro murmured, "swallow... Why don't I know that there is such a person as you in forbearance hall or shadowless hall?"

"My name is not swallow, but swallow dance. Both the forbearance hall and the shadowless hall are the most mysterious organizations in the Hongdao society. I don't know a lot about these two organizations. How much can you know? " As she spoke, the woman strolled to Suzuki Jiro, looked at his face, and low Sheng sighed, "God, do you know that you are the most handsome and youngest task I have ever received... Oh, don't be proud. I've seen people who are more handsome than you. Unfortunately, that person has never been the goal of my task..."

Suzuki Jiro looked at the big eyes behind her mask and asked involuntarily, "really? Ah? What mission did you say you were here for? "

Yan Wu stared at him with both eyes and said softly, "my task is very simple, that is - kill you..." just as "you" exit, Yan Wu's body really shakes like dancing, and Suzuki Jiro's gun has reached her hand.

Suzuki Jiro took a breath, bent and stretched his legs, and his whole body soared up. He folded his body in the air and jumped down at the swallow dance.

Yan dance smiled and said, "play games?" She spun her legs and kicked Suzuki Jiro lightly. Suzuki Jiro leaned back, fell on the tatami with two somersaults, split his legs straight, and just relieved his tumbling power.

Yan Wu tilted her head and looked at him with a smile in her eyes: "no one has played with me for a long time. You should cheer up." As she spoke, she twisted her thin waist and jumped at the waiting Suzuki Jiro. Without causing trouble, she had reached Suzuki Jiro's eyes. Suzuki Jiro quickly doubled his legs and jumped up to avoid the swift blow. The swallow dance chuckled: "how high!"

As she spoke, she gently lifted her body and grabbed Suzuki Jiro's ankle. She threw him on the wooden floor and knocked Suzuki Jiro out of his mind. I don't know what year it is this evening.

"Alas -" Yan Wu sighed a little disappointed, stared at Suzuki Jiro and said, "I'm so handsome. I didn't expect my martial arts to be so bad. It's not fun at all. I don't know. With your skill, how dare you fight him? Don't think it's in the country. It's not as easy for him to kill you? "

Suzuki Jiro stood up with pain, stared at the girl with unfathomable martial arts and said in surprise: "who are you? Who sent you? "

"Giggle..." Yan dance raised her voice and smiled: "now you understand? It's really a little late... Really, you're not only bad at martial arts, but also not good at brains. Only idiots like you go back to provoke him. Do you think you deserve to die like this? "

She asked whether Suzuki Jiro should die, but she didn't give Suzuki Jiro any advice on whether to die at all. As soon as her snow-white palm raised, a white light flashed at Suzuki Jiro's face door. A willow leaf flying knife was nailed directly into Suzuki Jiro's full door, leaving a little oval handle outside her forehead, just like the third eye of the second Leng God. Of course, this metaphor can only be imagined on the premise that Suzuki Jiro or Zhitian Chiba are familiar with the Chinese mythology.

"Hum, it's useless to let me deal with such goods..." Yan dance said, patted his snow-white hand, and then turned smartly. His figure soon went out and hid in the dark.

"Ah... Killing..." Zhitian Chiba didn't react until there was no figure in the room and shouted at her throat.