561.
Holding Chen Wanru's hand who turned to leave, he saw her pull back into his embrace.
The rough palm of his hand that had been holding a gun for many years was pressed against her delicate jade neck, his thumb lifted up her smooth chin, he lowered his head and looked directly into his eyes, with a playful smile on his lips, and said softly: "You are playing with fire. ,do you know?"
Let go of her soft palms, and wrap them around her slender willow waist. As soon as you tighten them, the distance between the two people disappears instantly, and they fit together completely without any gaps!
"I am indeed playing with fire, but do you dare to get angry?" Chen Wanru licked her delicate lips with her playful little tongue, and looked at Zhang Feng with provocative eyes.
Zhang Feng's eyelids twitched twice.
"Now that you know me, you know that I may not be responsible!"
"Do I need you to be responsible?" Chen Wanru said without giving in.
The fire has burned to this extent. If Zhang Feng wilts at this time, he really is not a man.
He directly picked up Princess Chen Wanru from the waist and strode toward the bedroom.
Chen Wanru held the clothes on Zhang Feng's chest with her palms and said softly: "Be gentle."
…
Zhang Feng was half lying on the bedside, and Chen Wanru was like a sleeping kitten, her head resting on his chest and her body curled up.
He still feels a little confused now, but what happened has happened, so naturally it is impossible not to admit it.
Although he said that he might be irresponsible, Zhang Feng believed that he was not a ruthless person, not to mention that there were extremely bright red petals on the white sheets.
He knew that Chen Wanru was not asleep, but was just taking a nap, so he whispered in her ear: "You lie down for a while and then get up. I'll go get to know my comrade."
"Yes." Chen Wan agreed as loudly as a mosquito.
Zhang Feng stood up without hesitation, put on his clothes in the room, and walked out of the room.
Driving out of Chen Wanru's villa, she shook her head with a wry smile. It seemed that the bad fate had become stronger.
Dealing with emotional matters is not Zhang Feng's specialty, so just don't think about these things and just take it one step at a time.
He wanted to meet the King of Hell and others from the Huangquan team, and he finally returned to his country. He didn’t know when he would be able to
Able to come back again.
While driving towards the Kyoto Military District, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed the number of the King of Hell.
"Beep." After two beeps, a drunken voice came from the phone: "Hey, who is it?"
Um? Zhang Feng was sure that this voice was that of the King of Hell, but why was he drunk? The Huangquan team is a special force and a standing force. Drinking is not allowed at all! The King of Hell is the captain of the Underworld Team, and it is even more impossible for him to make mistakes knowingly.
Thinking of this, a bad thought arose in his mind.
"Speak, who? If you don't speak, you will die!"
In the daze, the impatient voice of the King of Hell sounded again.
Zhang Feng's brows furrowed even more tightly. In his impression, the King of Hell was an absolutely restrained person who knew when to do something. He absolutely did not believe that Yama would drink too much.
But now is not the time to make random guesses. He said, "King of Hell, it's me."
The phone was not hung up, but there was a long silence. Finally, the deep voice of the King of Hell came from the phone: "Madman? Aren't you in Africa? When did you come back?"
Zhang Feng did not answer his questions. At least some topics were not suitable to be discussed on the phone.
"Where are you now?"
"I don't know where I am? Just wait and I'll find someone to ask." The King of Hell said.
A moment later, a woman's voice came from the phone and told Zhang Feng the address of the King of Hell.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Feng suddenly braked, the wheels scraped a long mark on the ground, and turned around towards the address the woman mentioned on the phone.
I took out my cell phone and wanted to call you Li Jian, Monkey, Wen Kaiqi, or Brother Jackal, but after thinking about it, I gave up on this plan. He had a bad feeling in his heart. When he saw the King of Hell, he should be able to get the answer from his mouth.
An hour later, the car stopped in front of a KTV.
Because it was daytime, there were not many people singing in the ktv, and there was no noise at night.
Seeing Zhang Feng walk in, a waitress immediately ran over.
"Hello, sir, are you here to see a friend?" Seeing Zhang Feng nod, she continued: "Just now
I was the one who just told you the address on the phone. Please come with me. There are also some things I need you to solve. "
"Is there something else? What matter?" Zhang Feng asked with some confusion.
The waitress's expression was also stiff. She didn't know what to say, so she said nervously: "Your friend spent a total of 47,000 yuan in our store. In addition..."
"What else is there? If you have anything to say, just say it directly without hesitation? Also, how did he spend 47,000 yuan?"
Zhang Feng noticed that the decoration of this KTV was average, and the location was not good. The consumption level was naturally not high. How could the King of Hell spend nearly 50,000 yuan.
"It's like this, sir. Your friend stayed in our store for three days and kept drinking. We made a consumption list." The waitress explained.
Hearing his words, Zhang Feng was startled. The King of Hell actually drank for three days and three nights in a row! What the hell happened
"By the way, what did you mean when you said something else?" Zhang Feng continued to ask.
"Yes...it's like this. Originally, your friend refused to leave, so we planned to send him to a nearby police station, but in the end, all four waiters had their arms broken by him!"
"This!" Zhang Feng was speechless for a moment. The Huangquan team has a clear rule not to attack civilians, but the King of Hell actually broke the arms of four waiters! What happened to the King of Hell
He nodded gloomily, "I will be responsible for all your losses. Ask your manager to calculate the specific amount of compensation, and then come to me!" After saying that, he followed the waitress to the box where the King of Hell was.
"Just wait at the door."
Zhang Feng opened the door alone, walked into the box, and saw the King of Hell lying on the coffee table. The whole person was buried in the messy wine bottles, and wine bottles were scattered on the floor. The whole room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.
How could the King of Hell be so sluggish as he is now? Is this still the King of Hell that I know
He smashed his fists together hard, took two deep breaths, relaxed again, and walked towards the King of Hell who was lying on the coffee table.
Just when he was close to him, King of Hell's body suddenly bounced up, and his big fist slammed into Zhang Feng's face.