The Monster President is going crazy again

In the misty bathroom.

The warm water vapor floats gently like mist.

A man and a woman hugged each other tightly, their bodies like two perfectly fitting puzzle pieces.

Ye Yan's strong arms wrapped around Xiao Nuan's soft waist, with such strength that it seemed as if he wanted to rub her into his life.

Their lips were drawn to each other like magnets, and the kiss was passionate.

As they were lingering in the mist, time seemed to have stopped. In this small bathroom, water droplets slid down their skin, and they could not tell whether it was water vapor or sweat caused by passion.

The two figures were vague and close to each other through the blurry glass.

Xiao Nuan rested her hands on the foggy glass.

One side of his face was pressed against the glass, his eyes were blurry, and he let out unbearable moans from his mouth.

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Thailand.

A man seemed to have gone mad, covering his head tightly with his hands, his face distorted in severe pain, and his facial features were squeezed together.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes were closed, and his eyes were filled with pain.

His teeth were chattering and he groaned in pain from between his teeth, the sound was low and hoarse.

The man took out a photo from his pocket and shouted in pain:

"Someone is coming."

A rough man who was guarding the door opened the door and said:

"Brother Zheng."

The man's face was twisted in extreme pain, looking as hideous as a demon from hell. He squeezed out the following words from between his teeth:

"Find a girl like this, quick!"

The rugged man took the photo from him.

In the photo, there is a girl with an innocent look, wearing a high ponytail, a white knee-length dress, and a bright smile.

At first glance, he looks like a student.

He had seen this girl before.

Just over a month ago.

If you have seen it, then it will be easy. Just find it according to the instructions. Is that difficult?

"Okay, Brother Zheng."

The burly man took the photo and left.

As soon as the door closes.

Ye Zheng was pounding his head frantically, as if trying to drive the bullet that was tormenting him out of his brain.

He Wenhao's shot.

Fortunately, the bullet was embedded in the thickest part of Ye Zheng's skull and did not penetrate the brain to damage the nerves.

If surgery was performed to remove the bullet, the risk would be high and the person might die immediately, so the bullet remained in his skull.

Medical scientists at the time analyzed that the bullet was small in caliber and the gunman was far away, so the bullet did not enter the brain but got stuck in the skull.

This saved the life of the devil Ye Zheng.

But for the past month, his head has been hurting from time to time, to the point where his whole body is paralyzed.

He wanted to use physical release to distract himself from the headache.

It is indeed somewhat useful. I found some women before, but I felt that they were becoming more and more boring.

The bullet-hit brain would occasionally reflect the sweet image of Wen Xiaonuan.

And there was the sweet scent emanating from her.

The more you think about it, the more out of control your body becomes.

The piercing pain, like a surging tide, spread from the injured area to the entire head, like countless red-hot steel needles piercing every inch of brain tissue.

Ye Zheng's eyes suddenly became wild and blurred, and his body began to twitch uncontrollably.

The last second he let out a creepy laugh, and the evil sound echoed in the empty room.

The next second, he let out another painful roar, like a wild beast, roaring and struggling.

He pounded his head frantically. If one pound didn't work, he would pound it twice. If two pounding didn't work, he would pound it three times. He pounded himself harder and harder.

His body spasmed uncontrollably and he curled up into a ball, trying to use this method to resist the overwhelming pain.

But it seemed to be of no use, and his head hurt so much that he rolled on the ground.

His breathing was rapid and disordered, and he gasped for air in big gulps. Every breath was accompanied by a stabbing headache, which made him even more miserable.

He was lying on the ground.

The whole person seemed to be drenched by the rain, with sweat continuously pouring out from the forehead, cheeks, and neck, instantly soaking the clothes and hair.

My brain was tortured for almost an hour.

Ye Zhengcai slowly climbed onto the sofa, sat down, picked up the cigarette box on the table, and took out a cigarette.

The finger holding the cigarette was still shaking uncontrollably.

Click click click——

He struck the lighter and flicked it a few times before lighting the cigarette.

I had just put a cigarette in my mouth when there was a knock on the door.

"Enter!"

Ye Zheng spoke, returning to normal a little.

He had just recovered from the irritating headache and leaned lazily on the sofa, slowly blowing out the cigarette in his mouth, the smoke rising and spreading in front of his eyes.

Just then, a woman in school uniform came into his sight.

Ye Zheng's eyes moved over the woman's body like a snake, from top to bottom, and from bottom to top, looking her over and over again.

There was no kindness in those eyes, only disdain and contempt.

"Fuck!" he whispered.

"Come in."

Ye Zheng shouted loudly, obviously asking the person guarding the door to come in.

The burly man came in again.

"Brother Zheng." He glanced at the woman and then focused his eyes on Ye Zheng.

I thought, isn’t it just the style that the girl in the photo looks like? Isn’t that right?

Ye Zheng was sitting on the sofa and threw the cigarette, which he hadn't even taken a few puffs of, directly at his subordinate.

Swear loudly:

"Look at this woman, even in her school uniform, does she look half innocent?"

"The look in her eyes and her posture are like a female cat in heat. Ha! She's just a slut inside. Why is she pretending?"

To be honest, the woman was also quite scared when she saw Ye Zheng.

It is more comfortable to serve others than to serve him. I always feel that the man in front of me is a pervert.

Have a special hobby.

"Oh, Brother Zheng, I understand. I'll go find another one tomorrow. It's so late now, it's hard to find one like this. How about we make do with this tonight?"

The rugged man answered.

Ye Zheng's eyes widened instantly, filled with anger. He suddenly picked up the ashtray on the table and rushed towards the subordinate like a mad bull.

When his men saw him, they became furious and stepped back in fear, their faces turning pale.

He subconsciously raised his hands and tightly protected his head.

If Ye Zheng hit him on the head with the heavy ashtray in his hand, it would be a huge blow, and he might even lose his life.

"Brother Zheng, I was wrong. I will go to the university town tomorrow to find you a pure girl. Absolutely pure. Leave it to me. Please forgive me!"

However, his pleading did not stop Ye Zheng, as the ashtray, still with the sound of wind, swung towards his head with a dull sound.

The man's body shook violently, and a sharp pain spread from his forehead to his whole body.