Although Fan Jianming's purpose was to dig out the culprit, the two familiar figures just appeared, which made him feel ashamed. He really regretted that he was not there that night. Shangguan Youran and Mrs. Shangguan had two corpses. Face, send Wellington directly to see God.
Strictly speaking, if Wellington had blood splashed on the lawn that night, it would be the most hearty act of revenge.
When he thought that Shangguan You Ran gave him the first time, but didn't get the reward he should have given, Fan Jianming even regretted his intestines.
I had known this long ago, and said nothing would allow her to leave Jiangcheng and leave her side.
Compared with Shangguan Youran, Fan Jianming felt that Li Qianqian was really not worthy of his love, or even worth spending a penny on him.
I just thought of Li Qianqian, Li Qianqian actually wanted to send him a text message, she was still the parent, and took the warm route.
But I don't know why, Fan Jianming didn't feel the slightest warmth, but felt Li Qianqian's hypocrisy.
He is now in free time, and he can call Li Qianqian, but he is not in that mood.
When he missed Shangguan Youran, he felt that calling Li Qianqian was a blasphemy against Shangguan Youran's soul.
Elena came out of the bathroom, scented into the quilt, first lay on Fan Jianming's body, wrapped her hands from Fan Jianming's armpits to her shoulders, and then rolled her arms around Fan Jianming, causing Fan Jianming to press her on her. Body.
The fragrance of Elena's bathing immediately aroused Fan Jianming's eagerness.
However, at this time, Fan Jianming still had Shangguan's leisurely figure in his mind.
And felt that the back of his head was being dug out on the lawn at this time, Shangguan You Ran stared at that pale face.
Although he did not open his mouth, there seemed to be a voice from the sky that rang in Fan Jianming's ear: "Is that how you treated me? I gave you my first time, but you hugged my enemy's wife to sleep. ?"
Fan Jianming rushed to the back of his neck, and a cool breeze blew across his neck, and he couldn't help but give a shock.
Elena asked incomprehensibly: "What's the matter with you? This is the third time tonight. Difficult
Dao thought of Shangguan Youran and Mrs. Shangguan again? "
Fan Jianming didn't want to scare Dwarf Elena, and sighed: "Baby, I'm a little tired today, I want to go to bed early."
Elena hugged him tightly and smiled: "It's okay, just go to sleep on your stomach!"
Fan Jianming didn't want to go any further, after all, Elena's body was as white as jade and overflowing with fragrance.
Fan Jianming lowered his head and kissed Elena.
When his eyes fell on Elena's snow-white neck, he suddenly felt that the neck slowly turned into Shangguan's leisurely neck.
Fan Jianming suddenly raised his head, looked at Elena with a little distracted look, and turned off her body.
"No, too tired. Maybe the jet lag hasn't reversed. Let's go to bed early."
While speaking, Fan Jianming lay tightly, staring at the ceiling for a while, then slowly closed.
Elena looked at his desperate expression, knowing that he was thinking of Shangguan Youran in his heart.
Elena was not insisting, but nestled in Fan Jianming's arms, touching his body while accompany him to sleep peacefully.
I don’t know how long it took, Fan Jianming suddenly felt Elena sitting on top of him...
What the hell!
Fan Jianming continued to pretend to sleep, but he heard movement at the door.
He immediately reminded: "Elena, there is someone outside!"
Elena bit her lip, still twisting her body, seemingly deaf to Fan Jianmin's reminder.
At this time, a cool breeze blew.
Fan Jianming felt that the door had been opened, and someone walked in with a squeeze. The problem was that Elena was sitting on him, her body completely blocking his vision.
He wanted to push Elena away, when suddenly he saw that there was no strength in both arms.
He suddenly wanted to sit up, only to realize that he couldn't get enough energy.
What the hell!
Had I been poisoned by Elena?
Fan Jianming quickly searched in his mind, recalling the scene before going to bed.
That's not right!
He clearly remembered that from entering the door to sleeping, he had never drunk or eaten anything at all. How could he be poisoned?
Damn it, did Elena put the poison on the lipstick?
At this moment, a figure stood behind Alina.
Judging from the outline of his clothes, he was wearing a top hat and a trench coat, exactly the same as the dress of the chief who appeared in the bar.
But he couldn't see his face clearly.
His face was blocked by Elena's face, who was in a state of intoxication.
Fan Jianming felt in an instant that the figure should not be the director, but the director. He was pretending to be the director to assassinate himself.
Success is best, failure can be planted on the director.
Moreover, the hotel is monitored. From the moment he enters the hotel, the director will be responsible for his behavior.
If it weren't for powerlessness, Fan Jianming at this time could almost put his arms around Elena who was sitting on him, hug her and jump up, kicking someone's neck directly.
However, he can't move at all now.
Even if I tried to yell, I opened my mouth and couldn't make a sound.
At this moment, when the dark shadow opened his hands and was about to pinch Elena's neck, Fan Jianming squeezed out and shouted hysterically: "Ah -"
This body shouted, unexpectedly regaining consciousness in his body, and he immediately sat up.
At this moment, he felt Elena's hand suddenly waved, and his throat was first cold, and then there was a tingling pain.
Fan Jianming was surprised to see that a thin blade was being held in Elena's hand. She sneered triumphantly: "Fan, Wellington told me that you open your eyes even when you sleep. Finally there is a time to take a nap?"
Fan Jianming was a little desperate and yelled, "Why? Why—"
But he couldn't hear his own voice.
Because his throat has been slit!
He never dreamed that he was already very vigilant, and Wellington had warned him that cutting the throat with a blade was Elena's best nirvana, but he still ignored it.
All this can only be said that Elena's disguise is too good, completely blinding Fan Jianming's eyes.
It was at this moment that the black figure standing behind Elena flashed out. Fan Jianming looked at it, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet.
How could it be Zhang Guodong?
(End of this chapter)