Miracle doctor xiaoyao: my bossy female ceo

Huaxi District, a residence in Yunting Huafu district.

The living room was in a mess. Wu Xinjian, who was only wearing a pair of boxer pants, was lying on the sofa with his big fat belly exposed, and the wine bottle was shaking in his hand.

"Shirley, I can't drink any more today. You little coquettish hoof, are you afraid of being tossed by your uncle and intentionally pouring his wine! You said, "is that right?"

Wu Xinjian is drunk and confused. He points to the woman with only pink underpants on the side and mumbles.

This is the favorite of the women he keeps. She is only in her early twenties. She is also a student of a vocational and technical school. Her young body is full of youthful vitality, but she knows how to serve an old man like him. She is not as astringent as a girl of her age. What Wu Xinjian likes to do most is to bury her face on her shoulders, back and thighs, and slowly rub it down. The tender and smooth skin always brings him the most wonderful experience and makes him indulge in it.

Recently, Wu Xinjian has not met a woman for a long time. Today, when he called ma Zhikuan, the burden in his heart seemed to lighten a lot. Then, he felt ready to move. When he drove to the road, he saw a woman on the side of the road and almost didn't drive the car into the guardrail.

Wu Xinjian without demur, called Shirley, and then turned around and drove to the restless house.

This is a newly developed building in Huaxi District in recent two years. The occupancy rate is less than 10%. There are few lights in the evening. When opening, the developer boss gave Wu Xinjian a set, using other people's names. After Wu Xinjian got this Shirley, she gave her the house. However, she knew how to control this little girl. He told her that the house was temporarily borrowed. He stayed with him for two years, and then transferred the house to her name.

"Uncle, you wronged me. I just want to drink, so I ask you to drink with me." Shirley squeezed into Wu Xinjian's arms like a coquetry, her arms hanging around his neck.

"Drink with me. I'll feed you with my mouth." With that, he lowered his back in Wu Xinjian's arms, took a bottle of red wine, poured it into his mouth, and pursed at Wu Xinjian.

"You know better than those old girls in the romantic field!"

Wu Xinjian patted her on the back, put his hands under her creaky nest and took her down from his body: "Oh, no, no, no, no more drinking. I have to go back. I have something to do tomorrow."

Wu Xinjian keeps his instinctive soberness even when he is drunk. He never drinks himself too much, even here.

Shirley watched him put on his clothes and trousers. At this time, the mobile phone on the coffee table vibrated twice. She looked at her eyes, her face changed, and her eyes showed fear and struggle.

Wu Xinjian didn't notice her abnormality. He took the key to the car and walked out. After two steps, he suddenly turned around and said to her, "you use didi on your mobile phone. Yes, Didi takes a taxi. Call me a car. I won't drive after drinking. I'll take a taxi to pick it up tomorrow morning. "

"Good."

Shirley obediently picked up the mobile phone, Wu Xinjian shook his head and sat down again.

"I'll have a cigarette and call me when the bus arrives."

Bang!

A red wine bottle suddenly burst on Wu Xinjian's head, and the scarlet liquor spilled all over the floor. Wu Xinjian snorted and wanted to raise his hand to touch his bloody head, but he fainted.

Shirley stood there stiff with a broken bottle neck of red wine in her hand, looking at Wu Xinjian for a while, and then at the murder weapon in her hand. Suddenly, her hand trembled and threw the murder weapon out. She looked at Wu Xinjian again in horror.

One of the side lying doors opened, and a man with big arms, round waist, tall figure, wearing a suit and a big bald head came out. He glanced at Wu Xinjian, who was lying in a mess. The man looked compassionate and made a bow with his hands.

"Namo Amitabha Two eight good body like crisp, waist sword cut fool. Although I don't see my head falling, I secretly teach you that the most terrible thing in the world is your red skull. "

When she heard the man's voice, Shirley's body trembled. The bald man's eyes leaped over the two water ball like shaking objects in front of her. The latter held her chest in both hands, and her small face was white and trembling: "that, I, I have done what you said! You, you won't kill me again

At the same time, he looked at the ghost knife he put on the porch, which was stained with blood and golden hair. Through the porch, there were bloodstains on the dining table. Later, you can see the steaming steam in the kitchen. Shirley knew that there was a golden body stewing in the pot on the kitchen gas stove.

Just before Wu Xinjian came to her, the man sat at the dining table with a smile and killed her pet with the ghost knife in front of her face. If it wasn't for the time, the other party would have taken it in after peeling.

"Don't worry, benefactor. We monks don't lie. We do what we say." The man shook his head with benevolence and went to pick up Wu Xinjian and went out of the door.

With the door closed, Shirley suddenly fell to the ground with a plop, covering her eyes and sobbing. Even if the man doesn't kill her, the shadow of today's incident will follow her all her life.The next day, when Shirley, who was brushing the post bar at school, saw a post, she completely collapsed and plucked up the courage to jump down from the roof.

The man swaggered down the building with Wu Xinjian. Several monitoring probes along the way had been destroyed by him, and cars were also parked in the corridor of the community. Some of these cars must have been equipped with dash cam, which is also difficult for the man. He directly dumped Wu Xinjian's car at the door with an electronic code lock, stuffed Wu Xinjian in, and drove away.

In a daze, Wu Xinjian felt that there was something cold pasted on his face. It was itchy and crisp. He slowly opened his eyes and vaguely saw that the cold thing pasted on his face was iron. No, it should be iron blade!

"You, who are you?" Wu Xinjian was sleepless all of a sudden and looked at the bald man sitting in the co pilot's seat with wide eyes and panic.

The bald man smokes the good cigarette that Wu Xinjian put in the car, looks back at him and says with a smile: "benefactor Wu, wake up, poor monk. His common name is Wu Gang. Maybe he was the same family as you 500 years ago Oh, forget the point. I'm sent by Ma Zhikuan, boss ma. "

"Ma He sent you to kill me! You are the ghost monk under him

When Wu Xinjian thought of something, his eyes suddenly glared.