The Cold President's Best Master

Lu Chong learned the address of Murong butterfly dance from Fu Jie.

He was curious that Murong butterfly dance lived in the most shabby place in Temasek.

Originally, Temasek has been regarded as the most dilapidated place on Star Island.

When he arrived at Murong Diewu downstairs, he was surprised. It was like a big garbage dump, which formed a sharp irony with the world-famous cleanliness of Xingdao.

He thought it strange that Murong butterfly dance worked as a placard girl in Xingzhou bar. Her income was not high, but it was not low. She shouldn't live in such a shabby place.

He followed the door number and came to the door of Murong butterfly dance, but he saw that the door was splashed with paint, scarlet paint, like blood, with words such as "debt repayment".

After coming to Xingdao for a few days, he also knows some customs here. This is the means of Xingdao Gang to deal with some people who owe usury and don't pay back.

However, he did not expect that Murong Diewu owed usury.

Lu Chong knocked on the old iron door for several times, but no one responded.

He knocked again for a long time, but no one answered.

At this time, the bar is closed. Murong butterfly dance should have come back.

Lu Chong wanted to kick the iron gate open, but he gave up his rude practice when he thought he seemed to be ashamed of Murong butterfly dance.

Standing by the door, looking at the keyhole on the iron door, a familiar scene echoed in my mind.

He went downstairs and found a piece of wire in the garbage. He stabbed the wire into the keyhole and twisted it. The iron door was opened by him!

He was convinced that he was not a gentleman, because he was not greedy for small gains, but it was strange that this little skill seemed to be deeply imprinted in his mind and was easy to catch.

So he even wanted to ask about his story from Murong butterfly dance.

Murong Diewu refused to say, and he was not worried. Just now he had experimented with mourning Biao. It turned out that he could hypnotize.

Lu Chong walked into Murong butterfly dance's shelter. It was a very shabby house with mottled walls. At first glance, it was an old house with a history of decades, even a dangerous house, because the walls had cracked.

The living room is very small, with a dining table and a sofa. The dining table and sofa are very old.

There are many wine bottles on the ground and some bags of instant noodles. The table is also messy.

Lu Chong saw a picture of two people hanging on one wall of the living room. It was a black-and-white portrait.

A man and a woman, look at their eyebrows. Murong butterfly dance should be their daughter.

Lu Chong narrowed his eyes slightly, because he felt that he seemed to have seen Murong butterfly dance's father there, accompanied by some bad memories.

Looking at the photos of Murong Diewu's parents, Lu Chong was slightly stunned, and then walked to Murong Diewu's bedroom.

This is a small bedroom with one bedroom and one living room. There is only one bedroom.

The door of the bedroom was not completely closed. Lu Chong could see clearly. Murong butterfly dance was lying in bed.

He pushed the door in.

Unlike the messy living room outside, Murong Diewu's bedroom is very clean and tidy.

On the bed in the bedroom, Murong butterfly dance lies across the bed.

Maybe she drank a lot just now and now she can't wake up.

Although he has seen beauties like Fu Jie and Dai Yue, Lu Chong's heart beats faster when he sees Murong butterfly dance, because Murong butterfly dance is also a real beauty and more flirtatious.

She has a thrilling classical beauty, a small melon seed face, thin curved willow eyebrows, closed apricot eyes, a tall Qiong nose and a small cherry mouth. Her skin is white like lanolin white jade.

A purple short skirt, never faded, tall and slender body stretch on the bed, plump, convex and then warped, exquisite and floating curve, making people want to look.

At this time, there were still wet tears on her face and wine stains on her mouth.

Lu Chong stood by the bed and looked at Murong butterfly dance's face and figure. He couldn't help sighing. No wonder all normal men in the bar were crazy for her. She really has the charm of reversing all sentient beings. She can't say that she is a country, at least a city!

Seeing the wet tears on her face, Lu Chong couldn't help feeling pity in his heart.

He could imagine Murong butterfly dancing crying while drinking.

He didn't understand how he hurt the poor girl, so that she didn't dare to recognize herself, and only dared to hide at home and cry secretly.

On this rainy night, the electricity kept flashing and thunder kept ringing. The rainstorm was swept by the strong wind and rushed in from the broken windows, bringing a rare coolness in this tropical area.

Murong butterfly dance's body could not help curling up and trembling.

Seeing this, Lu Chong took the blanket beside her bed and covered it for her.

When changing the blanket for Murong butterfly dance, Lu Chong's hand brushed Murong butterfly dance's skin, feeling a silky texture and shaking in his heart.

At this time, Murong butterfly dance felt the warmth brought by Lu Chong's big hand, as if she also dreamed of Lu Chong in her dream.

In her sleep, she opened her jade arm like a white lotus root and held Lu Chong.

Lu Chong was stunned.

He thought Murong Diewu woke up and looked down. Her apricot eyes were still closed. It seemed that she was still in a state of drunken sleep.

At this time, Murong butterfly dance talked in his sleep and whispered, "Lu Chong, I like you..."

Although she was talking in a dream, crystal tears burst out of Murong's Apricot eyes, wetting her pretty face as gorgeous as peaches and plums bullying frost and snow.

She whispered, "why did you kill our Red Dragon... Why... I hate you..."

At this time, Murong butterfly dance's face and the blush after being drunk look beautiful, but the crystal tears make her pear blossom with rain and feel very distressed.

"I try to make myself hate you and don't want you, but I just can't stop thinking of you. I hate myself..." Murong whispered. The powder arm of Murong butterfly dance held Lu Chong tighter, as if Lu Chong would leave at any time.

Lu Chong looked at Murong butterfly dance's pretty face wet with tears. His heart was sour. Maybe he had really done something that hurt Murong butterfly dance before.

He asked, "Murong, who are you?"

At this time, he used hypnosis without restraint. Instead of using his eyes, he used his voice. His voice seemed to have a magical magic, which made Murong butterfly dance more intoxicated in his dream, as if he were dreaming, without any vigilance and vigilance.

Murong butterfly dance was unprepared and blurted out: "my name is Murong butterfly dance, the eldest lady of the Red Dragon Society, the largest gang in Shanghai beach, and the school flower of Shanghai Fuda University..."

Lu Chong was stunned when he saw Murong butterfly dance saying her identity unprepared. Then he realized that he had hypnotized Murong butterfly dance only with his voice.

He was stunned for a moment and continued to use a hypnotic voice: "Murong, tell me how you know Lu Chong and who Lu Chong is..."