Chapter 392 I Come to Make a Deal with Mr. He

Chapter 392 I Come to Make a Deal with Mr. He

Seeing that Li Qiao was silent, He Chen suddenly reached out to lift her chin.

But before the fingertips touched the porcelain-white skin, the wrist was pinched.

He Chen looked at Li Qiao calmly, with a lot of interest in his eyes, with a nimble movement of his fingers, he broke free from her restraint in the blink of an eye, "Baby, are you here to fight with me? That's no good, I don't hit women .”

Li Qiao looked at him expressionlessly, where did she have the confidence to beat her?

At this time, He Chen's eyes were still smiling, but the bottom of his eyes gradually became darker, with frivolity in their laziness, and an unfathomable sophistication hidden in their naturalness.

Li Qiao didn't want to waste time with him, and knew that He Chen was definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

She pursed her lips and cut straight to the point, "I'm here to make a deal with Mr. He."

"Deal?" He Chen straightened up slowly, took out the cigarette case and threw a cigarette into his mouth, biting the end of the cigarette to the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, but did not light it. His eyes swept Li Qiao up and down, "What deal? Just Is your small body enough for me to torment?"

Li Qiao's eyes were fixed, and her expression gradually turned cold when she heard He Chen's molesting hooliganism.

Seeing her pretty face turned frosty, He Chen bit his cigarette and shook it, "Are you angry now? Tsk, then talk about the deal first, I'll see if I need to torment you for a few nights."

Li Qiao didn't speak, and slowly stood up from the sofa.

"Baby, the woman who comes to my site to do business must either go out sideways or die." He Chen lit a cigarette unhurriedly, turned his head and blew out the smoke, and leaned on the sofa next to him, "You choose .”

Then, a golden Desert Eagle hit He Chen's forehead with lightning speed, "Either make a deal with me, or I'll give you two guns, Mr. He chooses."

In fact, He Chen saw Li Qiao draw out his gun, but he didn't care, he still leaned on the sofa with a relaxed look.

He raised his eyebrows and looked up, raised his hand and took another breath, "Huh? Golden Desert Eagle, who gave it to you?"

He remembered that Shaoyan had one of this gun.

For the first time, Li Qiao felt a little bit of frustration in her heart.

Nonsense and oil and salt from He Chen are not allowed.

She could be killed with a single pull of the trigger, but he didn't seem to care at all.

At this moment, He Chen glanced at the muzzle of the gun above his head again, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Baby, it seems that you really don't know me well enough."

The moment the words fell, Li Qiao was already on guard.

He Chen's shot was extremely fast, his thumb passed through the trigger impartially, and skillfully blocked Li Qiao's finger that pulled the trigger.

He still had a cigarette in his mouth and wanted to snatch the gun from Li Qiao, but he seemed to have underestimated her skill.

Li Qiao spun her feet, avoided He Chen's hand skillfully, and threw a punch quickly in the next second, barely brushing the end of his eyes.

He Chen was forced to let go, his eyes narrowed, revealing a bit of hidden murderous intent.

He bit his cigarette and took a puff, and praised vaguely: "Little baby, you are quite energetic."

Li Qiao was disgusted by his words "baby" and "baby" right. The moment he raised the gun again, He Chen suddenly moved.

Faster than before, he straddled his long legs, pressed the gun head with one hand, moved his fingers, and skillfully unloaded the magazine in the blink of an eye.

So, one of the two held the gun and the other held the magazine, and neither of them could hurt the other.

Li Qiao's brows were cold, she directly shook the gun in her hand, and said in a lukewarm tone: "It seems that Mr. He doesn't want to make a deal with me."

"Is this the attitude of making a deal?" He Chen looked down at the magazine, and cursed in his heart, there are really fucking bullets!

He breathed a sigh of relief, and casually threw the magazine on the sofa, "Come on, tell me, what is the deal?"

It seems that he has not been educated by men to use a gun on his territory.

Li Qiao looked at He Chen with a cold expression, and curled her lips, "I want Bailu to come back, and the conditions are up to you."

Egret replied, oh, that little white face.

He Chen lowered his eyelids halfway, the smile on his lips grew stronger, but his eyes were very cold, "So you came here for another man?"

As he said that, he walked to the sofa and took a seat. The base of his thigh was accidentally pierced by the magazine. He tilted his body to take the magazine out from his leg, and threw it away with a raised hand.

He Chen bit his cigarette and exhaled thick fog, then patted his thigh again, "Come, sit here and talk."

Li Qiao glanced at the magazine he had thrown away, thinking about whether to pick it up and give him another shot.

She had never seen such a brazen man.

As both the controllers of the Nanyang underground forces, she thought that He Chen and Tu Anliang were almost the same.

Now it seems that he is much more shameless than Tu Anliang.

Just as he was thinking, He Chen said without fear of death, "If you want Bailu back, I can give it to you. But I want you, deal?"

Instead of being angry, Li Qiao smiled, and slowly moved in front of He Chen, with the corners of her mouth raised, her black and white eyes bottomless.

Seeing this, He Chen stretched his long legs forward pretending to be affectionate, and gestured for her to sit with his mouth.

At the moment when the distance between the two shortened, and He Chen opened his arms to meet her small body, he punched the corner of his mouth hard with a right hook.

After many years, he was finally beaten again.

He Chen didn't expect it, or he didn't expect that the one who asked for it was even more awesome than the one who was asked for it.

Do you think you are the second Shang Shaoyan? !

He Chen was punched, his handsome face turned to the other side, it hurt a lot, but the violent factor in his body was also completely awakened.

He jumped up from the sofa, his eyes filled with thick evil and gloominess, and He Ao's cheering sound came from his ears inappropriately.

idiot!

Fighting is not good, but being a cheerleader is quite qualified.

He Chen was tall and burly, even though his shirt was about to burst due to the tension of his muscles, there was still a frivolous smile on the corner of his mouth.

With each breath, the two hit each other.

In terms of skill, Li Qiao is confident.

Similarly, she also had some reservations. After all, she wanted to bring Bailu back, and she had to ask others, so she didn't kill him.

However, facing He Chen's unruly tricks, she was furious, and her attacks became uncontrollably fiercer and more ruthless.

He Chen, a man, you can't use normal people's thinking to define him.

Because he said not to hit women, but he never said not to take advantage of women.

For example, when fighting Li Qiao in close quarters, you thought he was going to throw a punch, but in fact he took the opportunity to touch Li Qiao's face.

For another example, when you thought he was going to raise his legs to attack, in fact, he tilted his body, leaned in front of Li Qiao and sniffed it fiercely, still muttering: "It smells so good."

He rarely meets opponents, let alone a woman who dares to fight him directly.

A beautiful girl who came back for the egret, with good skills, is so exciting.

After several moves, Li Qiao took advantage of his unpreparedness and pinched his fingers.

At the moment when she tried to break it off with force, He Chen leaned over and hooked her waist shamelessly, his eyes were shining brightly, "Baby, if you break my hand off, I will chop it off!" The back arm of the egret."

Li Qiao maintained the movement of breaking his fingers, and there was an evil light in her dark eyes, "If you chop it off, I can pick it back up for him. But if you dare to hurt him, I will flatten your thirty-two underground places." casino."

At this moment, He Chen's frivolous expression finally changed slightly.

Knowing that he has thirty-two underground casinos?

In a blink of an eye, a hazy killing intent flashed across his eyes, and Li Qiao's waist was instantly tightened with tremendous strength, "So awesome? Then show me one."

Then, someone kicked open the half-covered door of the lounge again, and a dangerous and low voice slammed over, "He Chen, do you want to die?"

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