MTL - Transmigration: The Life Winner’s Ex-Girlfriend-Chapter 73 Beauty plan

From Ren Qiaokou, "We are getting married", these five words seem to have a wonderful magic moment, just listen, let Zhou Yunqing sway.

He couldn't help but lean over and kiss her red lips. Her silver hair was entangled in his slender fingers. His tongue was explored in her warm mouth. Instead, she refused, but responded enthusiastically.

This is an experience that has never been seen before.

Eight years ago, Ren Qiao, the action of kissing, oysters, likes to lick his wet eyes, and looked at him for a moment. Her eyes are too beautiful, he dare not look at it, he knows that all his fighting spirit will disappear in that softness.

After the reunion, she treated him as an enemy, and perhaps a stranger, let alone kiss him, she was too lazy to talk to him.

If there is a paradise in the world, it is probably in her sweet kiss at this time. The licking lip, the slight betel, the slippery soft tongue, she matched him, and the anti-customer, the tip of the tongue slipped into his thin lip, invited him to dance, to linger.

Zhou Yunqing was hard to control herself. She put her on the ice bed, one hand inserted into her long hair, the other hand touched her softness, and the kiss room was already emotional.

Perceived the change in his body somewhere, she smiled and pushed him away, jokingly said: "Xiaoqing, no name, no point, I can not take advantage of you. You have to hide me here forever, do not see The golden golden bird, or the wind and the wind, smash me? Let the whole world know that you are mine, and I am also yours." During the speech, her slender fingers bounced under his body and looked curiously. It jumps and jumps, like the look on the surface of the jade hibiscus, as if it has found a novel plaything.

She thought innocently, but in his eyes he was deadly.

Zhou Yunqing said with a grace: "I'm sorry," he let go of her, stood up, handed her the long skirt she had brought, and arranged her messy clothes indiscriminately. Obviously, she has already leaned over her body, but the lingering corner of her eyes still looked at her greedily.

She knew that he was watching, bent over and picked up the long skirt, casually licking a long hair scattered in front of her eyes. From Zhou Yunqing's point of view, I saw her jade peak hanging down, round, soft, and smooth, he forced a calm breath, once again chaos, became heavy.

She seemed to be tormenting him, put the long skirt under his feet, gently lifted the jade foot across, and slowly lifted the clothes up. His gaze, along with her white hand, along the straight, smooth jade legs, all the way up.

When she mentioned the thin waist, her movement stopped, and she seemed to inadvertently ask: "What kind of wedding do you like, Chinese or Western? We are not Christians, please the priest seems strange?" The ending of the rising, innocent The tone of voice is like not knowing how much the appearance of this time is.

Slim as a willow, the waist is not a grip, white is like a snowy skin, and the red dress is intertwined with the red dress. In the eyes of Zhou Yunqing, the fire began to ignite and burn, and he dumbly said: "With you."

She stepped barefoot on the white ground, walked toward him, and her footsteps shredded. She squatted halfway through the red dress, and the other hand wrapped him from behind, making fun of him: "Your button is wrong. It is."

Ren Qiao's soft and tight close to his back, separated by a thin shirt fabric, Zhou Yunqing can even clearly feel the traces of her bumps gently rubbing. She helped him to re-attach the buckle with one hand. After several times, he was unsuccessful and annoyed. He used both hands together.

"Get it."

As soon as the hand loosened the long skirt, the red skirt fell to the ground and slipped along Zhou Yunqing's body. It was the top silk, but not as smooth as one of the skin of her skin. He doesn't have to look back, and he knows how beautiful the world is.

She did not hide the tricks on him, and smiled and asked: "Which is better for me and your pillow?"

Zhou Yunqing turned back and closed her eyes to help her put on the red dress that was like a fire, ending the torture that came from her hungry sweetness and cruelty. "Jojo, we are getting married." He opened his eyes. In the black scorpion is her reflection, and only her reflection.

He hugged her, opened another door, and thought about the wedding. He said, "I want to help my dad to book a flight ticket immediately, let him come to Chunshencheng. Or do you want to hold a wedding in Jianghe Town? I have a private jet that can accommodate Many people, your parents can fly back together. Who do you want to be a bridesmaid? Think about it, I don't have a suitable best man here. But for a Chinese wedding, it doesn't seem to need these."

The journey of the twelve doors is even better than the best dream he has ever done. His nephew gradually became sad, and looked at Ren Qiao in his arms with greed.

The last door opened, and the purple eyes circulated in Joe's eyes. The whole body was black and swaying, but the mind was moving, and the spiritual power hit Zhou Yunqing's acupuncture points. She threatened coldly: "Reading on your share of my life, this time I spared you, no next time, you can do it yourself!"

"I have in my arms" Zhou Yunqing's body shape, only said four words, they fainted to the ground.

Ren Qiao sued him with a suspicious look and reached into his jacket pocket with a u disk inside. She recognized that this was the one that the criminal front gave him in the car, and there were all the intrigues behind this poison.

What does it mean?

She dared to say that Zhou Yunqing did not know that she had put a **** on him. He did not expect that she had heard the truth, but his last sentence clearly indicated that he deliberately left her with this information - he intended to hand over the u disk to her from the beginning.

She thought before, he locked her here, just want to get her. Then she used love as a bait, tricked him into marrying, and used charm to confuse him to take her away. She thought he was counted, and he did take her away from the secret room.

However, he had already expected that this was a beauty plan. He saw through her plans, but she was willing to be cheated by her, for what? It would be too ridiculous and pitiful if it were the illusion of two moments of affection. Is this still Zhou Yunqing of the mall?

She can never see him. He is like a difficult puzzle. Every time she thinks she has solved the answer, she will have more troubles. In any case, he saved her life is true, help her find out that other people's murder is true, this time she remembers his kindness.

Ren Qiao went up the stairs, passed the negative floor, saw more super computers than Xiaowu's home, and took the elevator back to the villa, which is Zhou Yunqing's bedroom.

As soon as I came up, I heard the woman’s sharp voice, echoing in the whole villa. On the first floor of the villa, Zhong Yumei broke away from the doctor's imprisonment, clasped her head in the villa with her hands, knocked the sofa down, and her elbow was broken.

"Devil, he is the devil, he eats blood everywhere, saves his life!"

Just hit this scene, Ren Qiao could not sit back and ignore. Ren Qiao flew down from the second floor, hugged Zhong Yumei, and carefully explored her knowledge of the sea with spiritual power. Unfortunately, it was too disorderly and there was no way to sort out. Even if she has advanced the foundation, she is helpless about Mei Han’s illness.

Ren Qiao had a hand knife knocking on Zhong Yumei's neck, and she slept. When I saw the rumor that the outside rumor had died, Ren Qiao suddenly appeared in front of him. The housekeeper was shocked and his body shook slightly: "Mr. Tang and Tang"

Ren Qiao looked directly at his eyes, his voice fluttering, as if from the distant sea of ​​Xianshan: "You have not seen me."

She floated away, the butler was a little awkward, and looked at Zhong Yumei, who was sleeping on the sofa, and said, "Mrs?" How could the lady sleep on the sofa? Didn't he just chase it out of the room? The butler did not understand, called the doctor, and lifted Zhong Yumei back to the room.

As night comes, the Hua Deng lights up. From the photos sent back from the satellite, the brightly lit Chunshen City is like a pearl on the water blue star, dazzling and dazzling.

Today is Friday, the night of the bar is extraordinarily crazy, ending the week's busy and exhausted, red men and women are free to release themselves in music and alcohol. On the high platform in the middle of the dance floor, a girl with long hair in the middle of the twilight, beat the drums with ecstasy, and the glittering sweat swelled on the drum. She held the mouth of the drum stick and had already bleed the bleeding. She did not realize it and accelerated. The beat of the drum.

Under the stage, someone gently licked her, and she shouted: "Don't bother me!" Only by immersing herself in music, she can temporarily escape from the sorrow that Ren Qiao may die. She has been playing drums for a long time, and the bar owner worried about her and stopped to persuade her to rest several times. She thought it was the bar owner again until she heard the "sound".

The tone is sweet, the tail is rising, she is too sensitive to the sound, and she immediately recognizes that it is from Ren Qiao! Ren Qiao, who has been sentenced to death for four months.

Xiao Yinyin looked up and saw a man in black standing under the stage. She was very beautiful, wearing a black baseball cap, a mask on her face, covering her face and showing her face outside. The cockroach is more narrow and narrow, and Zhan Zhan is born.

Xiao Yinyin wants to scream! God heard her wish, and her Joe is still alive! Just as she was about to throw away the drum sticks and cheered, Ren Qiao said: "Don't let people notice, come with me."

Resist the excitement, Xiao Yinyin finished the song, put down the drum stick, and said to the person behind him: "I want to rest!" Jumped off the stage, followed Ren Qiao all the way to the depths. In the no-man's place, she hugged Ren Qiao, and cried and laughed: "Joe baby, I know you are still dead!" The tears crossed her little face with heavy makeup, cute like a Only a little cat.

Xiao Yinyin said: "Joe baby, I will call right away and tell everyone that you are back. They are giving you a funeral, knowing that you are still alive, you must be happy!"

"Not yet." Ren Qiao gently licked her head. "Sound, I need your help."

Chunshencheng's most luxurious outdoor hot springs, blue if soaked in the hot spring water, steaming, so that her face is as beautiful as peach and plum, just a pair of willows brows, sorrowful. Behind her, a young woman respectfully helped her to pinch her shoulders. "Master, we have already removed Don Juan, why are you still not happy?"

"Flying Geese!" Blue screamed as he stood up and screamed. Because of her movements, the spring water in the soup pool flew and splashed the woman behind her. She warned: "If you still want to follow me, this thing will kill me in my stomach, let me hear from your mouth, I will not allow you."

Flying geese is a code name, also a member of the Promise, playing for Lan Ruo. When she saw the blue fire, she quickly admit her mistake.

Lan Ruo no longer has the heart of the hot springs, put on a bathrobe, go back to the room, intend to leave after bathing. The shower head opened, she squeezed the shampoo, closed her eyes and licked her hair.

Suddenly, the sound of the water stopped. If Lan opened his eyes and screwed the switch, the lamp in the bathroom flickered and squeaked. Lan Ruo said: "What broken lights?" She made up her mind to teach the people in this hot spring.

A murderous voice came, suddenly flickering, suddenly far and near, sometimes as sharp long nails, scratching the sharp edges of the metal, and sometimes like a night of devil cry, it is creepy.

As the strange music rang, Lan Ruo was in front of the mirror, which was several meters long, and the time was red. The blood beads overflowed from the mirror one by one, and the real touch made Blue scream: "Ah!"

The blood beads fell on the ground and slowly gathered into a figure. The silver hair was like a waterfall. It was full of blood, and the face was peerless and glamorous. It was extremely fascinating, and it was shot to the blue. "Blue, I and you have no enmity. Why are you killing me? My life is coming!"

It’s Don Juan! Don Juan's face! The ghost of Don Juan!

Blue screamed and rushed out: "Help! There are ghosts!"