Invincible killer and his tycoon wife

Above the sky.

A scorching sun hung.

Shed countless lights.

Color the boundless earth golden.

It's like wearing a golden vestment.

How beautiful.

How beautiful.

It's not dazzling.

Wenhai City, Zhonghai District, Municipal Public Security Bureau.

The office of the captain of the Criminal Police Brigade in the building of the Criminal Police Brigade.

Right now.

There is a world war in which the earth shakes and the earth darkens.

Both sides of the war.

Zhang Fan or Luo Ziwen.

It's all about going all out.

I want to beat the other side down.

The first half hour.

Zhang Fan and Luo Ziwen were equal and equally divided. Neither of them had the upper hand, and the fight was very fierce.

"Such as fire as tea" four words to describe, really speechless fit, unspeakable fit.

Thirty minutes later.

Zhang Fan is the same as before, and has the trend of fighting bravely. Luo Ziwen, however, shows fatigue. When the time comes to an hour, Zhang Fan has the absolute advantage.

Luo Ziwen only defends, has no attack ability, looks at her appearance, after a few minutes, even defends the strength to have to lose.

This is not.

One hour, three minutes.

Luo Ziwen completely no defense, let Zhang Fan attack, fell on the body, which let her send out one after another to beg for mercy.

It's a pity.

Luo Ziwen's appeal for mercy, not only did not let Zhang Fan quickly end the battle, but also increased the intensity of attack, making Luo Ziwen become immortal and want to die.

"Ha ha ha."

Zhang Fan's roar of laughter filled the office of the chief of the Criminal Police Brigade full of all the cracks, which did not stay.

Time came to an hour and a quarter.

With the roar of Zhang Fan, this amazing battle fell down and ended.

"Comfortable."

Zhang Fan got down from Luo Ziwen, sat down on the sofa, leaned back on the back of the sofa, and at the same time, he took a big breath.

In contrast, Luo Ziwen.

Zhang Fan kept tossing about for an hour and three quarters of an hour. Her strength was not only exhausted, but also overdrawn, which made her unable to move a finger.

"Asshole, asshole, asshole, asshole..."

Luo Ziwen in the heart constantly scolds Zhang Fan stinky bastard, that pair of eyes, you say how much resentment, how much resentment, that degree, it is almost to become the essence of ah.

"Ziwen baby, are you still angry now?"

After adjusting the breath, Zhang Fan reached out to hold Luo Ziwen into his arms and asked with a smile.

“……”

Luo Ziwen didn't speak, so she looked at Zhang Fan's eyes. Fortunately, her eyes could not be materialized. Otherwise, Zhang Fan would be covered by the sea of resentment and drowned.

Whether we can keep the spirit is a big problem.

To be honest.

After hearing Zhang Fan's words, Luo Ziwen wanted to scold. Unfortunately, she couldn't scold because of her physical condition.

"Ziwen baby, since you don't speak, I'll take it as your default."

See here.

Zhang Fan smiles, then, says with a smile.

"By default, you big head."

Luo Ziwen's eyes are filled with bitterness and ice light. If possible, she really wants to beat Zhang Fan and let him know her power.

It's a pity.

This thing.

Anyway.

None of them will come true.

Unless.

Zhang Fan takes the initiative to let Luo Ziwen beat him violently.

This possibility.

There are only four words to describe it.

Oh.

Zhang Fan doesn't care what Luo Ziwen thinks in his heart. He smiles on his face. At this time, he becomes very rich. A chrysanthemum in full bloom, holding Luo Ziwen's hands, increases a little strength and tightens it.

The strength.

It's like putting Luo Ziwen into his body.

In the last ten minutes or so.

Luo Ziwen, who was held by Zhang Fan, regained one or two points of strength. She lifted her head and said coldly, "Zhang Fan, you are a bastard who doesn't know how to be merciful to others."

GA.

Luo Ziwen's words rang in his ear. Zhang Fan's face was stiff, and his smile was fixed there, just like wearing a mask. His black eyes were filled with incredible essence.

It looks like this.

As funny as you say it is.

"Funny force" is a very appropriate word to describe it.Whoa.

After slowing down, Zhang Fan took a deep breath, looked at Luo Ziwen in his arms seriously, and said in a serious tone, "luoziwen, I'll tell you."

"If I hadn't taken pity on my wife, do you think that the previous war could be over in one hour and three quarters of an hour? If you doubled the time, it would not have ended."

"Hum."

Luo Ziwen hums coldly.

A look of "you brag, you're at will.".

"This woman..."

Zhang Fan is depressed. At the moment, he wants to set off a world war, but when he thinks of Luo Ziwen's state, he gives the idea to pass.

Starry black hole, the dark eyes like the abyss of the sea. After a few turns, Zhang Fan has an idea. He turns luoziwen over and lets him lie on his legs.

Ah.

Zhang Fan's action, let Luo Ziwen sent out a scream, the sound of the sound, deafening, like the thunder burst, then, she roared: "Zhang Fan, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Fan evil idea awe inspiring smile way: "Luo Ziwen, you immediately know what I want to do." The right hand raises, aims at Luo Ziwen's buttocks, pats down.

PA.

There was a loud crack in the office.

The bottom is beaten, luoziwen muddled, Zhang fan can ignore luoziwen muddled, continue to pat luoziwen's buttocks.

For a moment.

One after another the sound of the sound.

"Zhang Fan, if you dare to spank Miss Ben, I will fight with you."

Luo Ziwen, slow down.

At the same time, he broke free from the shackles of Zhang Fan and stood up. With a pair of plain hands, they grasped a piece of soft meat in Zhang Fan's waist at the speed of lightning.

"Zhang Fan, I want you to live or die."

With the fall of this sentence, Luo Ziwen displayed the ancient treasure: Nine Yin soul killing claw.

"Ah."

The sharp pain from his waist made Zhang Fan send out a very sad cry. The face of Zhang Junlang was very distorted, which could be expressed by the word "ferocious".

"Let you spank me, let you spank my ass, hurt you, hurt you, Jie Jie Jie."

After this sentence falls, Luo Ziwen grabs a pair of plain hands of Zhang Fan's waist soft meat, increases a little strength, which makes Zhang Fan's miserable voice more miserable.

Fortunately, it is daytime now, and there is no one around the office, otherwise, it must be considered as haunted.

The timid will be scared out of control.

Even.

One life.

The soul returns to the wilderness.

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