Chapter 1167 Baby, Are You Really Not Afraid of Death?

The cigarette in Huo Yirong's hand was nearly half lit, and his eyes never left Song Qing.

Song Qing doesn't look very pure, but she has a lust in her body, especially the dress tonight, which highlights this unique style even more.

Any man is always gentle with beauties, but Huo Erye is not a person who loves fragrance and jade.

He quenched the cigarette in his hand and threw it out along the car window, and stretched out his free hand towards Song Qing.

The latter saw that slender and beautiful hand stretched out, did not notice the danger, and did not dodge.

The next moment, her scalp hurt.

Song Qing was vigorously dragged in front of Huo Yirong, her body leaned forward uncontrollably, and her whole body was lying on the other side's lap.

To prevent her from struggling hard, Huo Yirong pressed the other hand on her back waist and exerted a slight force under her palm.

Song Qing raised her head, Mei Mei glared at the man in the upper position: "What are you doing?"

Huo Yirong didn't let go of her hand holding her long hair, and stared at him condescendingly: "dressed so... coquettish, do you want to marry into the Rong family?"

His hand on Song Qing's waist slowly moved down, as if measuring something rare. Every inch of his fingertips moved with a little strength, as if he was dissatisfied with the items under his palm.

Song Qing wears a skirt that is made of thin fabric, and the warm touch of the fingertips that walks on her body is very clear, which makes her body tremble uncontrollably.

It’s not that I’m afraid, it’s just that it feels very weird. It can’t be said that it’s rejection or anxiety about the unknown.

She had never had such a close physical contact with Rong Menglan before.

The heat on her cheeks was soaring, and Song Qing's heartbeat began to be abnormal.

She pretended to be dead and buried her face in Huo Er Ye's legs.

However, this act made her cheeks prick.

Her face was blank for a moment, and then she showed an incredible expression.

Song Qing noticed that this person was abnormal.

She moved away from the culprit who touched her face to show her vitality, and turned her face to the other side. What she saw was her belly in a shirt, and there was a strong hormonal smell coming from the pavement.

Song Qing's body, which was already trembling slightly, was even more uncontrollable now.

"Are you afraid?"

Questions came from above.

The hand on her lower back moved away, gently stroking the top of her head.

Again and again, like touching a well-behaved pet.

"I'm afraid of a fart!" Song Qing said stubbornly.

She didn't want to be attacked by the strong and domineering man's breath, she turned her head to the other side, and her breathing finally eased a lot.

Huo Yirong sneered: "It's really wild outside."

The hand stroking Song Qing's head did not stop, her voice was calm as water, and there was no emotion in the tone of her statement.

It was getting late, Huo Yirong was not going to continue entanglement with Song Qing here.

He patted Song Qing's head, and his tone was much gentler: "I told you before, don't let this body get dirty, it seems that your memory is not good, then I will repeat it today."

Song Qing's response was a sneer in the car.

Huo Yirong didn't mind, her voice was serious, with a slightly cold warning: "You can do something wrong outside, and you are not afraid of getting into trouble, as long as you don't do anything wrong and waste your life, I can help you.

One thing you have to keep in mind, you are already my person, you can't let any man touch you again, this time you are the first offense, I will not punish you, and next time, whether you are human or not, I will always have a way Let you have a deep and long memory.

Believe me, the situation you will face at that time will never be avoided by admitting your mistakes. I will completely turn you into a pet without any thoughts, and can only survive by relying on my joys, sorrows and sorrows. "

Hearing the words behind, Song Qing's eyes widened slightly.

I cursed at the bottom of my heart, thinking that this man is too perverted.

Don't think she didn't hear the other party's hidden meaning.

When she was the secret guard of the Huo family, she had witnessed some special clubs, how those young and beautiful men and women who lost their minds, personality, self-esteem and even themselves after being trained by high-skilled teachers, all depended on men to survive.

Their only task in life is to please their owners, and they will do whatever it takes to do so.

Thinking of herself becoming that way, Song Qing felt an indescribable chill in her heart.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her expression twisted and angry.

It's not that she has no ability to resist. When her anger took over her reason, she put her hand on Huo Yirong's leg, and her snake-like body flexibly escaped from the opponent's palm.

Song Qing sat back to her original position, squinting her eyes and looking at Er Ye Huo, who seemed to be in a good mood in front of her.

The latter met her eyes full of anger, and her thin lips slowly curved into a pleasing arc.

"Baby, you know I never joke, remember what I said."

After Huo Yirong finished speaking, he gently raised his precious chin to Huo Qiang who was standing outside the car door.

The latter made a gesture of invitation to Song Qing again: "Miss Song, please—"

Song Qing knew there was no point in continuing to entangle.

But she was not reconciled, she was upset and irritable.

Just when Huo Qiang saw Song Qing and was not ready to get out of the car and was about to invite him personally, Song Qing leaned forward and approached Huo Yirong.

Her slender and powerful hands grabbed Huo Yirong's shirt collar fiercely, dragged him to her face, and her red lips sneered: "Second Master, don't you have feelings for me? Otherwise, in the middle of the night, Why is it blocking people and warning people?"

Huo Yirong put her hand on Song Qing's hand, and her voice remained the same as before: "Baby, don't provoke me, just be obedient."

"Bah!" Song Qing gritted her teeth and said, "Why do you control me? I'm not the secret guard of the Huo family now, nor the dog kneeling in front of you. You want to control me too, are you worthy?"

Huo Qiang, who was standing outside the car door, changed his face when he heard Song Qing's words.

If the third master Huo in the family does not get angry easily, and once he gets angry, he will see blood, then the second master Huo has a volatile temper. One second he may smile at you, and the next second he will hold a weapon and kill someone .

Song Qing's words were tantamount to plucking the whiskers off the tiger's head, the second master, she was simply impatient.

Every time the second master gets into a rage, it is their subordinates who suffer.

Huo Qiang thought hard, the subordinates who came out tonight, I don't know if they can survive the wrath of the second master.

A low and pleasant laughter sounded in the carriage, a magnetic and pleasant voice unique to men.

Huo Yirong not only did not get into a rage as Huo Qiang had imagined, but instead stretched out his arms around Song Qing's waist and pulled him closer to his arms.

He used his arms to restrain the struggling body, leaned close to the other person's ear, and whispered softly, "Baby, you are really not afraid of death."

Song Qing winked and released an arrogant and arrogant demonic energy: "Listen to the meaning of what the second master said just now, since you know my identity, you should also know that the people you brought today are not enough for me."