Chapter 273 Xiaolou Listens to "Wind and Rain"

Turanx? United Kingdom of Turanx! If the two sisters were from Monya, it shouldn't be difficult to go home, but Turanx is a foreigner after all, even if Monya has a relationship with Turanx now, it might not be easy for the two sisters to go back.

It's true that Tang Fang feels sorry for them, and it's true that he wants to do his best for these girls. However, in the final analysis, he is not a saint. Finding Tang Lin's treatment method is the most urgent task at present. There is really no time or energy for escorting the two sisters home. "Fiction" novel chapters are updated the fastest

"I'm sorry, I can't help you." Tang Fang sighed, gritted his teeth, left the sofa cruelly, and walked upstairs quickly. Aros followed with a blank expression, and Grant hesitated for a while, before also chasing after him.

Looking at Yingluo who was about to cry with a look of unbearable expression, she couldn't help feeling soft.

To ask the boss? I'm a newcomer, will the boss listen? What's more, the opponents of these people are the government army, and it is a burden to bring them along. not help? It's like pouring a bottle of vinegar in my heart, it's extremely sad.

To ask or not to ask? How to do? In the end how to do?

"Bai Hao, if you don't leave, we won't wait for you." Grant's voice came from the stairs.

Bai Hao stuffed the money into the hands of the two sisters Yingluo and Linglong: "I'm sorry, our boss can't help himself." After finishing speaking, he said "ah", stomped his feet, turned and left.

Yingluo's tears overflowed from her eyes one by one, and Linglong beside her stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears, and said softly, "Don't cry Yingluo, my sister will protect you..."

...

In the eastern suburb of Wendenbat, in a villa near the sea.

The bright sunlight falls through the screen window and falls on the bright floor of the house, and the faint golden color lingers in the whole bedroom, giving it a lazy atmosphere.

Pick up a book, put a cup of tea, and have a beautiful woman to accompany you. Perhaps this will be a scene that makes people feel more comfortable.

However, there is no book, no tea, there is a beauty, but she is riding on a man who is good enough to be her father, swinging her slender waist desperately. Let out waves of ecstasy.

The whole room was filled with the smell of shampoo, body fluids, sweat, maybe... and a man's strong breath.

Hercules looked at the young beauty who was riding on his belly, with a shy face, and occasionally sang "moving melodies" softly and softly, and couldn't help stretching out his fat palms,

He pinched the pair hard, although they were not very plump, but they were as tall and straight as fairy peaches. It caused the girl to look at her with anger, joy and resentment.

She stopped her waist movement, pouted and slapped off the salty pig's hand that caught Zuo Nai: "Godfather, how are you?"

Hercules twisted his body vigorously: "Let me think again..."

"No, no." The woman twisted her body and was about to pull it out when she got up.

"Haha, want to run? There's no way." Hercules pushed her up, directly flipping her onto the bed, and then pushed aside her slender legs that were pretending to be clamped. Move forward without thinking.

"Hehehehe..." The woman was covering her mouth and smiling coquettishly, but suddenly said "Oh". He frowned and said, "Godfather, you hurt me."

"It doesn't hurt anymore, how can I hurt you so much?" Hercules squeezed the fat on his face, supported his body with both hands, and sprinted vigorously. This has to be seen from a distance, with his weight of more than 200 kilograms. If one accidentally presses it down, even if the little beauty who weighs less than a hundred catties is not crushed to death, she will be suffocated to death by that big pad.

However, the woman was unconscious, and her hands symbolically slammed on Hercules' chest: "You are bad, you are too bad..."

"Is there anything about me that looks like a good person?" Hercules smiled wretchedly. He lowered his head suddenly, like a pig arching a Chinese cabbage, his forehead was stuck in two moist snow-white balls, he licked and bit, and stabbed his beard again.

The woman smiled itchyly, shook her head, hooked Hercules' fat buttocks and kicked desperately, and pushed his head away with her hands: "Bad guy..."

Hercules lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "Don't you just want a bad guy like me to do you?"

"Huh." The woman stared at her almond-shaped eyes, and touched her right hand down: "Godfather, if you play tricks again, I'll drive 'him' out."

"Don't call me godfather, call me brother."

The woman didn't speak, but stared at him angrily.

"Shouting or not?" Hercules pushed forward vigorously.

The woman only let out two muffled groans that seemed to be enjoyed, but also seemed to be uncomfortable, but she still didn't speak.

"No? Do you still want to participate in the charity fundraising event in three days' time?"

"So you agreed?" The woman's eyes lit up.

Hercules shrugged: "Why didn't I agree?"

As one of Wendenbart's "respectable" characters, Hercules often receives invitations to various charitable fundraising events. Naturally, he is very happy to participate in activities like this that help to "clean up whitewashing" and show his face, increase his popularity, and expand his circle of relationships.

Who doesn't like rich people like this kind of activity of plucking a hair and getting a lot of money? Not only is it beneficial, but it can also accept the gratitude of poor Rénmen, and it can also reduce the sense of guilt in the heart. For people like him, it is beneficial and harmless.

"Hey." The woman hugged Hercules and kissed her hard. Charity fundraising events, in her view, are more like a social gathering of celebrities. As a young actress, if she wants to succeed in her star journey, her relationship, skills, and popularity are far more important than her acting skills.

It's best to get to know a few nobles, and the rich businessman's boss is also Buùcuò. Of course, being as beautiful as her will definitely be a highlight of the fraternity. The more courtiers, the better.

In the final analysis, charity fundraising is just a game, a carnival belonging to celebrities, how can it be compared with some feasts and parties gathered by some local rich people and upstarts.

"Good brother, dear brother..." The woman propped up her upper body with one hand, and held Hercules' wrinkled face with the other hand, with her red lips attached, greedily sucking his saliva.

Hercules moved more cheerfully, like a male dog in heat.

"Ho, ho, ho..." The heavy panting was mixed with a soul-stirring growl.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... The woman's face was flushed, and she looked at the middle-aged man with winking eyes like silk, her smooth and flat belly trembled, and the shiny sweat soaked the carefully trimmed body. "Flowers".

Hercules couldn't bear it anymore, and let out a sound like a pig's howl and a bull's growl.

Soon, soon, "Miranda, baby, sweetheart, good girl..."

"Godfather, come on, let them come in, and fill your daughter's body with your offspring."

There is no doubt that Miranda is a fiery little goblin, and her words are like a shot of stimulant, directly piercing the man's waist.

The numbness quickly spread from the lower body, and Hercules felt an urge to vomit in his lower abdomen, "Hey..." He growled excitedly: "My dear daughter, take the nectar from your godfather."

But at the moment when Hercules was about to launch, there was a sudden change, and there was a "bang", and the head of Miranda, who was staring affectionately at him under the belly, burst like a red and white watermelon. When it opened, blood and minced flesh splashed all over Hercules' body.

"Crash." The bulletproof glass fell apart, and the debris littered the ground.

The blood spread on the bed, staining the milky white sheets blood red. Hercules' face was covered with blood, and a strong smell of blood emanated from the headless corpse under the belly.

Hercules has seen dead people, and even killed people. He has seen flesh and blood flying across the Shura field, and he has personally cut off the hands, feet, and limbs of enemies, even disobedient women. He knows that blood is red, fat is yellow, and internal organs are colorful. He himself is a butcher, a full-time executioner.

However, at this moment, as experienced as he is, he was also frightened by the bloody scene in front of him. A charming and charming beauty, who was still coquettishly coquettish under her body for a moment, was blown off her pretty face in the next moment, and turned into a bloody figure. A stream of headless corpses.

If such a scene happened to an ordinary person, it would cause yang at the slightest, and dementia at the severest level.

Hercules was stunned on the top, but softened on the bottom, and all the nervous excitement quickly faded away. But he wasn't impotent, nor was he frightened into an idiot, he was thinking about one thing. What weapon can shatter bulletproof glass with one shot? Who can break through the surrounding blockades and enter the villa without anyone noticing.

Hercules pulled out the lifeblood stained with incontinence urine from Miranda's gradually icy body, before he could get disgusted, let alone wash it, he turned over and got out of bed, hid behind the bedside table and looked outside.

There was no one on the balcony, and no sniper could be seen in the distance. Hercules looked suspicious, where did the bullet come from? Where is the enemy?

He wanted to move but didn't dare to move, so he could only shout out at the top of his voice: "David, David."

David is his personal bodyguard, a retired special soldier with keen observation and high vigilance. At a time like this, David should be heading here.

However, no matter how much he yelled and yelled, it was quiet outside without any movement, only the faint sound of the sea breeze blowing across the ocean.

A stream of cold sweat dripped down Hercules' forehead. He looked at the female corpse on the bed, thinking to himself that this was not the way to go, and just about to use the cover of the bedside table, he touched the pistol under the pillow.

"Crackling", there was a crisp sound of stepping on the glass from the balcony.

"Who?" Hercules instantly turned his head and looked out. No one, it was empty, and there was no one in sight.

what happened? Hercules didn't believe in evil, nor did he believe in ghosts. He exhaled a foul breath and continued to touch the pistol under the pillow.

However, at this moment, there was a slight "bang", and the snow-white fluff bloomed like a celestial girl's flowers, and fell lightly into the bright red on the bed. If Miranda's head is still there, this may be an extremely poignant scene.

Of course, Hercules didn't bother to appreciate whether it was poignant, miserable, or stern. He turned his head again and looked at a corner of the room, where the gunshots came from. (to be continued...)