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The bodyguard continued to work, drove to the suburbs, burned AI wanwan's luggage, and then sent the photo to Zhang Yangfei. The remaining colleagues guarded several exits of the community, and someone went to check the identity of the whore.

No identity, just an ordinary person surnamed Hua!

AI wanwan looked at Mr. Hua. He was not handsome in his early thirties, but he had an attractive masculinity in his medium appearance. He should like fitness very much. The chest muscles under his vest can't be hidden at all, and the muscles on his arm explode and drum strongly.

AI wanwan likes this kind of man. He is very wild, just like a rare game. It tastes unique. AI wanwan, regardless of her injury and her feverish body, tried to tease her: "try harder... Try harder... Take out your strength and kill me..."

Mr. Hua is lecherous, romantic and read countless women, but he has never seen such a coquettish fox. Who should she work with in the afternoon? She still has the man's semen in her body, and her fingers are covered with her hands. He was afraid of catching unclean diseases. He used his condom and didn't kiss her mouth.

Turn her over and he goes straight in again. He can bury as deep as he can!

She is having a fever. Her temperature is higher than ordinary people, and the temperature inside is higher. However, it's not uncomfortable, but it makes him very comfortable and has never had an experience.

He slept with many women, some drunk, some in menstruation, some in confinement after giving birth, and some in pregnant women. More than one pregnant woman, several pregnant women, gestational age is different, big and small belly touch makes him feel very much.

However, he has never slept with a patient, and a woman with a fever is sleeping for the first time. I don't know how hot it is inside. It's cool!

Cool to the explosion, forced to collide, for a long time: "comfortable?"

"Comfortable." Ai wanwan wants to make money, please, and vent more. She wants to vent all the bad luck of the day. She doesn't want to be driven crazy by Cheng Qingyao. She opened her legs, gasped and rode on Mr. Hua, moving and swinging back and forth.

Mr. Hua was very happy. One shot came and the second shot followed. In the bathroom, they turned and poured, their hair wet to the water, and she couldn't care. So repeatedly tossed, tossed to one o'clock in the morning, AI wanwan was so tired that he only had the strength to climb back to bed.

Before going back to bed, she turned to the tea table and put the bag hidden under the bed next to the pillow. Mr. Hua's eyes flickered. With his years of detective experience, he was sure that there was something important in her bag.

Xu was afraid of his suspicion. When she got into the quilt, she explained without salt: "I'm lucky these two days. I was hurt and robbed my bag. When I came here, I left my suitcase on the taxi. Now I have only this bag left in my house. I can't lose it anymore."

"I can't lose it here." Mr. Hua's expression was faint. He didn't show too much interest in her bag. He took a glance and got into the quilt. He always slept naked. She didn't have pajamas. The two naked bodies met. He had another idea, took out a condom and pressed it on her again.

This time, Mr. Hua did it very slowly. He refused to shoot several times and kept grinding her.

She was grinding a little painful. She asked him several times, "are you ready? Are you ready?" he said, "not so fast. If you're tired, go to bed first. I don't mind playing by myself." she said with a strong smile, "how can this work? I can't neglect the guests, can I?"

She held on and took up the spirit of 12 points to accompany her. But the head injury was still there, and her body fever became higher and higher with the passage of time, which made her unable to fall into sleep. When Mr. Hua saw her asleep, he held back, patted her on the face and asked softly, "are you asleep? Are you tired?"

She made a sound and didn't open her eyes!

Mr. Hua didn't stop. He slowly moved his waist, supported the bed with his right hand, and stretched his left hand to her bag. He touched it a few times, grabbed the zipper, and then gently pulled the zipper while looking at her face.

"Yes." she suddenly gave a sound. I don't know whether it was the pain in the dream or the climax in the dream. Her face suddenly twisted. Mr. Hua was so frightened that he quickly stopped his hand. At the same time, he pushed her hard on his waist.

She didn't wake up and went back to sleep after the "um" sound. The wound on her head couldn't look up. She turned her head back again. Mr. Hua took a deep breath and then zipped up. With the start just now, it's easier to open it now. He opened the bag in half and then reached in.

What a mess inside!

A bag full of things couldn't touch what and what. In order to see clearly, he changed a rear position and pushed AI wanwan with his back to the bag. He couldn't move from time to time in the back. He carried the bag to the head of the bed and drilled into the hole to see.

Out of order, what a mess! "There are everything in it, wallet, mobile phone, perfume, carton perfume, paper towel, jewelry, gloves, and condom, magazine... A mess of things, and nothing worth what is worth. Cash is dead ten thousand.

No!

Ten thousand in cash, why is she so nervous? Mr. Hua is poor, but he never pays attention to 10000 yuan. He is like this. AI wanwan, who has always been a big spender, will care about 10000 yuan? He looked again and touched the bottom carefully, wondering if it would be hidden at the bottom.

However, no!

Thinking of the dark partition again, he stretched out his hand to touch the dark partition, and sure enough, he touched a bag of things. From the appearance, it looks like an envelope. It's not too big or too thick. He was a little excited. He felt that he was not far from getting rich. He quietly zipped the inside again and wanted to take out the envelope.

But at this time, AI wanwan suddenly woke up, opened his fuzzy eyes and turned to look at him. He was so frightened that he leaned over and kissed his face. Afraid of getting sick, still dare not kiss her lips, only kiss her face, kiss her eyebrows, block her sight.

With his bag in his hand, he put it back, kept his mouth and put extra force on his waist... He's so busy and super busy. Fortunately, he has fitness at ordinary times, otherwise he can't support his physical strength. In order to confuse her, he deliberately lowered his calm voice and asked her affectionately, "why? Did you wake up?"

AI wanwan didn't wake up, but had a dream. She dreamed of Cheng Qingyao and wanted to threaten Cheng Qingyao with photos. Cheng Qingyao didn't believe her and said her photo was fake. She was distracted in a hurry. Cheng Qingyao took the opportunity to push her off the bridge.

She woke up with fright. Before she could see clearly, she was kissed by Mr. Hua in a mess. She fell back to her hanging heart and enjoyed the love of men and women. At the same time, she felt that she could not wait any longer. She should take the initiative to find Mo Li and Cheng Qingyao to deal with the matter as soon as possible.

Drag on and on, the more she plays, the more she deviates from the direction she wants. She is afraid that she will lose her last chance. It's better to cut the mess with a quick knife than wait for loss. He turned to look at his bag, but Mr. Hua kissed him tightly and couldn't see it at all.

Mr. Hua can let her do anything, but he can't let her see the bag because the zipper hasn't been closed yet. Seeing that she didn't sleep, he pressed her down and asked her to suck for him. AI wanwan is the seller. She naturally wants to do it at the request of the buyer. She is stuffy in the quilt and can't see Mr. Hua's small movements.

"OK... Comfortable... Baby... Come on, be more powerful..." Mr. Hua hummed and turned the bag in his hand. He was a dead eye and wanted to get his hand when he moved his heart. With his fingers flipping flexibly, he zipped open the envelope, took out the envelope, pointed to the position at the head of the bed, and stuffed the envelope into the position between Simmons and the bed board. The sheets were covered and the pillows were pressed. There was nothing in it.

Then zip up her bag, put it back in place, see that there is nothing wrong, put her up, turn over the country, enter the back, the last paragraph of madness. AI wanwan lay on the bed and finally saw his bag. No problem. He put it well as before