MTL - Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories-Chapter 70 I am a good person, do not kill
Chapter 70, I am a good person, do not kill
AG building.
President Office.
In front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows, the night tomb was sitting lazily, two long legs resting on the desk, holding a cigar, swallowing clouds, he was like a gangster movie, the heartbreaking boss, filled with An old man is very accurate and accurate.
The top three buttons on the white shirt are untied, revealing a delicate neck, clavicle, looming chest muscles, revealing the sexiness of abstinence. The sleeves are slightly rolled up, and the sapphire cufflinks reflect the brilliance of the stars. The night mausoleum is like the only king of my own.
Handsome, domineering, debauchery!
Deaf!
In the office, all the black people, Zhong burning and Ada as two door gods stood around the door, a man in a suit and a squatting man was lying on the ground, full of horror.
In the office, the needles are sounded.
The nightling spit out a white smoke, and the cigar ran down under the tip of the nose, smelling it slightly.
"I am a man, always kind, don't like to kill." The night tomb blew on the cigar, the amber eye was dotted with the red on the cigar, like the devil's eyes, "Zheng burning, cut his half finger."
"Yes!" The bell ignited and pulled a sharp dagger from his waist.
Elite men are scared and white, cold sweats, "President, you are breaking the law, you let me go back, you are under house arrest, intentionally hurting crime, you, you...ah..."
The bell burned his wrist, the elite man screamed, and the bell ignited a kind smile. "You can rest assured that I am very gentle and the movement is very neat."
"President, I am..." Elite male.
The nightlings indiscriminately blew the cigars. "Give you another chance, saying, who is the employer and who is the buyer?"
"I don't know anything!" The elite man bet, this is a civilized society. The newly appointed president, it is impossible to kill and set fire to the most, to intimidate him. The bell burned his hand and he just had to cut off the fingers of the elite man.
The night sneer, "Wait..."
The elite male has passed a glimpse of it.
Look, it’s intimidation.
This is a society ruled by law, and the night Ling did not dare to treat him.
"The carpet he is squatting is very expensive, don't get dirty."
The elite man opened his eyes in horror.
what?
The bell burned his hand and fell off, and the elite male half-tailed finger was cut cleanly.
"Ah..." The elite man screamed.
The sound of the bell burns like a good man. "We have little and clean, and we have wronged you."
This clean and clean knife, the blood did not splash, the bell ignited the towel and grabbed his hand, thrown aside, not dirty to the carpet, the elite man screamed on his wrist, ten fingers and heart, has been shaking.
"Chen Chen, what do you want to say to me?"
"I want to call the police, I want to ... the police..." Chen’s voice was intermittent, and it was obviously a pain.
"The mouth is hard." The Mausoleum was indifferent to his misery and took a sip of cigars. "The whole finger gave me a slap!"
"Yes!"
"I said, I said..." Mr. Chen began to feel that the night tyrannical bluff, certainly did not dare to use violence in private, who knows that he really dared to cut his fingers, he hurts and sighs, remorse.
This person is a demon.
Cruel demon.
"It’s late." The night mausoleum was full of suffocation. "I am at night, I can’t say anything, never bluff, bargaining."
The bell burned his hand and cut off the remaining one of his tail fingers. The wound was neatly planned. Chen was screaming again. He almost fainted, and the night tossed his legs, smoking a cigar, and being indifferent. Listening to his screams.
Today is three more, don't be scared by our violent neuropathy. It is estimated that you are also scared. Remember to go to the administrator to ask for the book currency.
(End of this chapter)
