As Mr. Zhao spoke, he took off a watch and placed it on the bar, saying, "Thanks, Lao Gao."
Lao Gao took it with a smile, "We are all friends, why be polite?"
The beauty glanced at Lao Gao, then followed Master Zhao.
About half an hour after Mr. Zhao and the beauty left, a waiter hurriedly ran to Lao Gao and shouted in a crying voice: "Boss, Guo Xiaomei is in the locker room... She's dead..."
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In the magnificent five-star hotel, Mr. Zhao led the beauty into the room.
As soon as he entered the room, he couldn't wait to push the beauty against the wall and kissed her passionately. Mr. Zhao was so passionate that he tore the big red sequined fishtail skirt on her with just a move of his hand.
The beauty couldn't wait any longer and took off his clothes, her enthusiasm even higher.
"Little slut!" Young Master Zhao laughed, took off his clothes, and reached out to grab the condoms on the bedside. "You're so impatient, are you short of men?"
"We don't lack men, we lack people like you." Tang Mengying grabbed his bottom and opened it impatiently, "Come in."
Master Zhao had prepared his measures and was not in a hurry to take up his gun and go into battle. Instead, he lifted her chin and said, "Let me see your face."
"No, let's finish first and then watch." As she said that, she kissed Master Zhao's face and sensibly stroked him gently with her hands.
Taking her hand away, Master Zhao was also happy to play this mysterious game.
When he was very interested, Master Zhao held her with one hand and used the other to lift off her mask.
Under the mask, there was a fire scar half the size of a palm on the right side of his face, and on the left side of his face, there were two large knife scars forming an X shape, with bright red flesh turned outward, some of which had already scabbed over, but more of it was still leaking yellow liquid.
When Master Zhao saw this face, he was so frightened that his whole body shuddered. He pulled himself away suddenly, but he was so frightened that he suddenly became limp, and fell onto the bed.
Tang Mengying was still not satisfied, she just felt her body was empty, she said in a tender voice: "I still want more, why are you running? Come here."
Young Master Zhao lost all interest. He picked up his pants, put them on quickly, and left immediately.
Tang Mengying refused and went forward to pull him away.
But the strength of men and women is bound to be very different. Tang Mengying couldn't pull it. She stomped her feet helplessly and said coquettishly: "Why do you have to force me? You are so annoying!"
"Ah!" Young Master Zhao screamed, and was horrified when he saw the small dagger stuck in his arm, "You...you..."
"Hush, don't be afraid." Tang Mengying picked up the mask next to her and put it on, saying, "That's good, let's continue."
Pushing Master Zhao onto the bed, Master Zhao stepped back in fear, shouting, "You..."
Tang Mengying pointed the bloody dagger at him and coaxed him in a low voice: "Be obedient, or I'll stab you in the throat next."
As she said that, she sat on him like a knife, helped him enter her, and moaned, "Come on."
Young Master Zhao was almost crying with fear, and he could not react at all. He said tentatively, "Wait a minute, I will find you a gigolo, okay?"
"Cowherd?" Tang Mengying was wearing a mask, so her expression could not be seen clearly, but the corners of her lips were raised as if she was mocking and ridiculing him, and she said, "You mean, you don't want to do it with me?"
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This story tells us not to have sex casually!
(End of this chapter)