The privately pregnant man of the black-hearted president

Inside the suite.

The hazy, dark yellow light gave it a romantic taste.

The mist from the bathroom filled the room, and some slowly condensed into sweat-like droplets on the exposed skin of the men.

From the side view of the upper body, Liao Yuhan seems to be an opium addict, and the enchanting eyes are wandering away, looking at ease after some needs have been obtained.

Slowly squirming back and forth, his hair damp with sweat.

As if he was having the most comfortable massage in the world, the man below closed his eyes with a relaxed expression and listened to the "command".

It's like a unique couple's dance music, each encountering each other slowly but methodically.

This is Liao Yuhan's frequent visit, but the people are different every time.

But what can I do, the only thing I can't get is to use more to vent.

During the process, he thought of yesterday absently.

Ye Ziyang was not arranged in the room next door that Su Yuntian had mentioned before, but was still in the original hut with the iron gate.His hands and feet were tied with ropes, and his whole body except his abdomen was covered with bruises. As for the right arm that was pierced by bullets, he thought that he would never recover in this life. within the plan.

After a long time, intercourse became boring. After putting on a casual dress, Liao Yuhan sent the man away, and he came to the bar downstairs.

I recently signed an order for illegal guns. I heard that the other party is a female boss with a lot of background. In order to make things more concealed, the two parties made an appointment in a noisy bar.

Sitting alone on the sofa, watching a boring singing and dancing, not long after, the contact person called, and the two met.

The woman's fluffy curly hair looked extremely enchanting under the heavy makeup.The bright red tight skirt protrudes especially at the chest, but suddenly tightens at the waist.

This should be the type that Ye Ziyang likes, Liao Yuhan suddenly remembered this, probably because of the impression of so many women in his computer memory card before.

"Hello." Liao Yuhan smiled and greeted in an official tone.

"Hello." The woman sat down and brushed her left hair behind her ear with her hand.

"All the goods you want are ready. I brought a sample here to see what you think." Liao Yuhan took out the gun wrapped in a handkerchief.

The woman hooked her red lips and smiled, "I think there will be no difference."

When the dazzling light shone on the woman's face for a moment, Liao Yuhan, as a doctor, quickly discovered that she had undergone multiple plastic surgery.

"Hehe, thank you for your trust."

"As an aside, I heard that your company has acquired a subsidiary company?" the woman asked.

"Yeah, a month ago, what's the problem?"

The woman blinked and looked away, "I have placed an order with that company before, so I ask, where is the boss?"

"The old one died before, the young one..." Liao Yuhan shrugged.

"The end must be bleak." The woman's tone carried uncertain doubts.

"Of course for him, but not necessarily for me."

Suddenly, the woman quickly picked up the gun on the table, and under the cover of the handkerchief, the woman narrowed her eyes and shot towards Liao Yuhan's forehead.

Amidst the noise, the bullet was silently buried in the wall.

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"The sound insulation effect is very good, and the vibration damping device is more than satisfactory." The woman put the gun away and put it in the pocket that the man took out, and her movements were amazingly fast.

"It's an unbelievable marksmanship, it's really creepy." Liao Yuhan's heart trembled when the bullet happened to pass through his hair just now.

"The boss' son is really pitiful."

"Many times, people are helpless."

"So, this person's fate will be ruined by others...or, save."

Liao Yuhan stared at the woman for a while, "What you said is really strange."

"Probably because I'm thirsty." The woman hesitated for a while, "Can you order me a glass of whiskey?"

"Of course, this is what I should have done in advance." Liao Yuhan came to the counter, ordered a cocktail and what the woman said.

"Judging from your tone, you are satisfied, right?"

"The bill can be collected tomorrow."

"Ha ha."

At this moment, the waiter came over with two glasses of wine.

Under the random flickering of the lights, the color of the hair cannot be seen clearly, but it can be seen that it has been dyed. However, what is strange is that half of the face is wrapped with a bandage.

After seeing it, Liao Yuhan felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity for some reason.

The woman seemed to be frowning too.

"Drink slowly." Leaving a cold sentence behind, the waiter glanced at the man, then walked in the direction he came from.