Quick Transmigration Little Stalker: The big villain is moving

Chapter 269 Miss Republic of China is acting like a baby again (20)

On the back of the thin white hand, the blue veins are tense one by one, the curved arc is a bit beautiful, but it is more sinister and sharp.

The black gun body was tightly held in the palm of the fingertips, and the icy temperature dissipated in the air, making people suffocating.

The fingers are white and slender, with well-defined joints.

That hand is eye-catching and extremely eye-catching.But Zongyu didn't bother to look at it at all, his eyes were fixed on the gun that was twisted tightly by his fingers.

His whole heart would be frightened, "Supervisor!"

Zong Yu stretched his arms to stop him, with a smile on his face, "Don't be so angry. Miss Jiang and the young master of the Luo family are both classmates, so you just draw your gun, how impersonal you seem!"

Zhang Yanqing glanced at him and said coldly, "Get out of the way."

Zong Yu obediently said "Ai", and gave way by turning sideways.

It's not that he is spineless, greedy for life and afraid of death.It was indeed because the aura of the man in front of him was too tough and decisive.

After a couple of pauses, Zong Yu hurriedly followed, whispering in the ear of his warlord, "Supervisor, warlord! Young Master Luo, you don't like it. If you shoot, you will die. But Miss Jiang is you after all. Your fiancée, the two families were old friends, if you kill them, it will damage your military prestige!"

The man walked in a hurry, as if he ignored Zong Yu's earnest words.

Zong Yu was still chattering all the way to the entrance of the small villa, and was about to go in with Zhang Yanqing.

Zhang Yanqing stepped into the villa.

Just halfway out, he turned around suddenly, and the gun pointed at Zongyu's feet.

"Wait outside the door."

That voice was clear, without a trace of warmth.

Zong Yu put his feet together subconsciously, and gave a standard military salute, "Yes!"

"Bang—" The big iron gate of the villa almost slammed into his face, with uncontrollable anger.

He rubbed his nose with his hands, stretched his neck to look into the villa, but he couldn't see anything.

I can only pray that the boys and girls in the villa will ask for more blessings.

Behind the garden, the small swimming pool was rippling, kneading the skirt of the girl's swimsuit into flowers.

She was thin and thin, covered by a pink swimming ring, her two slender arms were slashing and pulling on the water, and her calves were also splashing in the water, causing a lot of splashes.

"Luo Xinghe? Can you hold me steady, I still feel so insecure, I'm about to fall"

Luo Xinghe stood in the water, but he was sweating profusely from anxiety, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

The key is that he is holding on to the swimming ring, and it is difficult to control his balance.

If you can.
He secretly lowered his head and glanced at the soft and slender waist.

Unbearable to hold, like a flower branch that is easy to break.

"Jiang Wan..." He blushed, and looked away from that waist, "It's really hard for you to learn how to swim right away if I only support your swimming ring like this."

Jiang Wan continued to paddle without looking back, "Then think about it, how can I learn quickly that I don't want to be choked by the water again."

Luo Xinghe licked his lips lightly.

Holding the swimming ring with both hands, pinching the puffy swimming ring slightly deformed it.

If I can hold her waist, will I be able to learn it quickly?

Desire is the original sin and cannot be controlled.

When the mind is filled with such thoughts, one, two, and countless hints will fill every inch of the nerve cells in the body, urging to fulfill the most primitive desire!

Thinking this way in my heart, my actions are also drawn by my thoughts.

The boy slowly released his hands on both sides of the swimming ring, and slowly approached the soft waist wrapped in water.
The moment his fingers were about to touch that waist, something cold was pressed against the back of his head, and a chilling chill came whistling, like a ghost from hell, staring coldly.

Luo Xinghe paused, shrank his neck and turned around.

The black gun barrel is aimed right between his eyebrows
(End of this chapter)