C9 Exercise of the Rights of the Customer(2)

Her lips were sealed, but Li Xiaobao turned his head in horror. Looking at the camera on the other side that was already operating, she thought, this time, I really have to die …

Xiao Bao's pajamas were completely torn apart and he fainted on the spot.

"Hey, Li Xiaobao, don't play dead, it's no fun …"

Qu Sing was shocked. She let go of the camera and jumped up like a carp, rushing to the camera at lightning speed. When she held the camera in her hand, she was stunned. The camera was not switched on at all.

"Hahahaha!"

Qu Kun's laughter was earth-shattering.

She was stunned. This time, she was pushed down without any preparation.

Qu Kun pressed forward, pressing maliciously against her chest.

It was very warm in the room, and her pajamas were torn apart, so I felt that girl's body … Really, it was white and greasy and soft, like a pile of cotton.

The modern women lost a lot of weight, they were all great deities of the ribs, but they were not slim enough. Unexpectedly, this was the first time he pressed his soft body down, and it was actually completely different from those great deities.

Thus, she recalled the words on the divine book called 'Jade Praying Mat': To be happy with a woman, the fat one is always better than the thin one, the short one is always better than the tall one … Would it really be good?

He actually had a lecherous thought when he was having a prank.

She pretended to be asleep, but her chest was pressed down like a millstone. How could she sleep?

"Li Xiaobao, I really didn't think that you would actually harm me like this. Think about it, if I have an illegitimate child, how much of my family property would I lose? "

She heard the laughter in his voice in horror and finally gathered her courage. "I... "I'm not that Wang Congke's spy, I don't even know him …"

He said lightly, "Of course I know you're not."

She patted her chest, almost scared to death.

"You … Gold owner, you can't blame me for everything... Didn't you carefully inspect it every time? "

He's the most insidious.

If he didn't check, how would he know that the Tts were broken?

What are men? At such a critical moment, didn't they think of all sorts of things and lose their minds just to feel refreshed?

Could it be that every time his beastly personality flared up, he would always lower his head and check that the TT was still intact like a chick pecking rice? Heavens, why did it sound so funny to her when she thought of this scene?

It could be seen that the reason why rich people were rich was not just because they were wealthy. When it comes to being stingy, they can make you sick.

"Don't you know that in this world, there are other contraceptives besides the set?"

"…"

"If a woman wants to serve me, she must take medicine in front of me, in addition to the small raincoat …"

No wonder, double insurance.

"So, it's useless for you to play these tricks, and it won't harm me either. Heh, Li Xiaobao, how are you going to admit your wrongs now? Do you want to use up all of these broken raincoats? "

"Ugh …" She cried out and really fainted.

The song jumped up.

It turned out that she had really been knocked unconscious by him — she was so out of breath that her face had almost turned purple.

It was impossible for him to keep forcing her to use up the dozen raincoats. Panicking, he hurriedly tried to breathe. "Wake up, wake up, don't play dead. Lazy pig, it won't be fun if you die …"

What a joke! In peaceful times, there were as many women as they wanted. Killing people and bearing their lives were not fun.

After he breathed deeply for a few times, she finally woke up. The purple had faded from his face.

He had to "breathe", but his lips felt soft and sweet, especially when he was lying on her, and he could always smell the fat.

He could not help but gnaw on it again.

"Mmm mmm …"

Poor Little Treasure. He had just woken up, and was once again being robbed, almost fainting. However, that fellow picked up the damaged raincoat. It was so evil that it made one's hair stand on end. "Sooner or later, I will let you use up all these damaged raincoats …"

"Save me …"

He smiled evilly, "Yell, even if you scream your throat out, no one will save you."

The turn of events was sudden, overnight, the European and American stock markets crashed, the housing market dived, companies were in trouble.

A few well-known international corporations and big banks declared bankruptcy. In particular, the entertainment industry had suffered an unprecedented blow. Everything announced the arrival of a new economic crisis.

The phone rang and rang all day long, all bad news: new films with hundreds of millions of dollars in new ones were going to lose a lot of money at the box office, singers with 20 million yuan in signing money were selling only two hundred records, new ads were being banned, and several major artists had collectively dropped out of the game. The defeat was like a landslide. Qu Sing was dizzy and did not want to listen to any of them.

"Director Qu, there's a banquet tonight. It was arranged long ago, the time is almost up …"

He shook his head angrily, "No, I don't want to go anywhere."

"They also invited Jiang Mingyue …"

Qu Sing jumped up, grabbed his coat and ran out. He recalled that he had personally arranged this grand meeting. The main guest was not Jiang Mingyue, but Wang Congke.

This was a top-tier clubhouse. Its characteristic was not that it had a fee of tens of millions per year, but rather, if one's status was not high enough, one could not join no matter how rich one was. It gathered the last surviving descendants of the true nobility. It was said that the ancestors of the members were not the princes or governors of the Qing dynasty. In other words, this was a restricted area for upstarts.

Wang Congke was the crown prince of the famous movie and television empire. However, his father had only started his career as a semi-gambler and a gangster. Despite his wealth, he was rejected every time he applied to join this elite club. Annoyed, he threatened to have the elite at his disposal: videos, photos of them fooling around with female celebrities... If they didn't let him join them again, he would announce them one by one and show them to the elites.

On this day, Wang Congke finally received an invitation letter. He was overjoyed, thinking that the elites had finally submitted, so he happily brought his lovely wife, Jiang Yueming, to the feast together with him.

The luxurious club was completely empty. Other than Jiang Yueming and his wife, there was no one else.

The two of them looked at each other, and suddenly, a burst of applause sounded from behind them. A mocking laugh was heard: "Young Master Wang, didn't you want to join us a long time ago? "How do you feel today?"

The couple suddenly turned their heads and saw Qu Cong sitting upright with a look of disdain on his face. Jiang Yueming's complexion changed, and Quinn was already standing, lazily replying, "Yuemin, today you finally know who you are marrying. He thought that he had a few stinky money, but in reality, he is just a newly rich person. Who in the circle would be willing to interact with a person of true status? "

How could Wang Congke bear such humiliation when he was so young? Furious, she pulled out a gun and pointed it at Qu Sing. "Apologize! You must apologize to me immediately! Otherwise, I'll shoot you. "

Qu Sing didn't buy his trick and sneered, "It's fine if you want me to apologize. Immediately divorce Yue Ming and let him leave you, a stinking nouveau riche …"

Jiang Yueming's expression also changed, her voice trembling slightly. "Speak, I thought we were friends …"

"I never make friends with women. Yue Ming, you either marry me or choose this stinky bug …"

Before the word "stinky bug" could finish its sentence, there was a loud bang — not one, but two. Even Wang Congke didn't know when Qu Cong had pulled out his gun.

It was a bloody scene caused by a beautiful woman. Qu Cong and Wang Congke fell to the ground at the same time, blood and flesh splattering in all directions. Jiang Yueming let out a blood-curdling screech as she pounced towards her husband, her heart tearing through his throat. "Conjure, wake up. Conjure, what's wrong with you …

Qu Kun fell to the ground, blood gushing out from his eyes. At that time, he was still conscious. He was very, very happy, and very uncomfortable. He watched helplessly as Jiang Yueming ran towards Wang Congke, not even glancing at him from the corner of his eyes. He pressed his hand against the wound, and blood began to flow from the gaps between his fingers. The intense pain slowly made his consciousness dissipate. He instinctively cried out, "Bright moon, bright moon …"

He would never forget the look in Jiang Yueming's eyes when she turned to look at him: hatred, anger, despise, disgust … It was like looking at a bug.

"Melody, if anything happens to my husband, I will make you pay for it with your blood."

In her final consciousness, she suddenly recalled that many years ago, under a plum tree that was covered in red flowers, she had seen a girl dressed in a fiery red dress. The radiance shot in all directions, and the plum blossoms that filled the garden immediately dimmed to the point that they didn't look like flowers. With that one look, he would have a deep foundation in magic and would never be able to rise again.

That morning, when Li Xiaobao woke up from his sleep, he realized that there was no one around him.

She was very hungry and called out to Shishi, but no one answered.

She went out. The large Qu Residence was deathly silent. Even the street lamps were no longer lit.

There were dozens of managers in this mansion. Where had all of them suddenly gone to in one night?

What about Shishi? Where's Aunt Wang? And the guards and the gardeners? In particular, what about those pure beauties who were 'licensed' to work? With so many people, how could they disappear so easily?

Luckily, she still had a big plate of cold, hard pastries in the kitchen. She didn't care if it was past the deadline, so she quickly filled her stomach. He ate and drank to his heart's content. He came out to take a walk. The sky was filled with moonlight and the scenery was not bad.

But no one.

Although normally only Shishi was talked to, there was not a single person left. It was very scary to see that the whole world was empty except for him.

What was even more terrifying was that everyone had already left. In the future, who would be the one to raise themselves?

What to eat and drink?

Where was the music?

She was afraid.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of heavy footsteps.

Next, the smell of alcohol assaulted his nostrils.

The man held onto a bottle of wine and staggered. He saw a shadow flash past and shouted, "Who is it? Who is it? "Get out here right now …"