Chapter 1062 Only Hatred

Chapter 1062 Only hatred

"What?...You bastard...you took away someone's innocence and actually forgot who I am? I have never forgotten your appearance. I always think about killing you for revenge..." As soon as she heard Zhao Jianhui's words, Michiko Ikeda couldn't help but feel extremely angry. She twisted her delicate body desperately and struggled, and suddenly she felt the hand on her neck loosen.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Jianhui's voice sounded from behind: "Is it you, Michiko?..."

"It's me. If it weren't for me, how could others hate you so much?" As she spoke, Michiko Ikeda turned around, lowered her head, and gave Zhao Jianhui a bite on the back of her hand that was still holding the dagger. , leaving a row of clear tooth marks. Feeling Zhao Jianhui's palm loosen, Michiko Ikeda raised her right hand, and the dagger in her hand came to Zhao Jianhui with a cold light.

"You are calling murdering your husband, do you know this is..." Zhao Jianhui stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist again, shaking it and breaking it, and the dagger in Michiko Ikeda's hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Because his arms were folded back by him, Michiko Ikeda's breasts rose higher. Zhao Jianhui was a little distracted by the fragrance emanating from her body, and his heart, which originally didn't want to be rough with her, became gentler. Zhao Jianhui let go of her arm and said calmly: "With your skills, you can't kill me. You crawled into my bed by yourself that day. You were completely harming others and yourself. I was just being used by you. It’s just a tool, you can’t blame me entirely, right?”

When they were in the capital that day, Michiko Ikeda captured You Xiaoran and Fujita, fed You Xiaoran and Fujita medicine, and wanted to take pictures of Fujita and You Xiaoran together to threaten Fujita, but unexpectedly Zhao Jianhui found her and took her He fed her his medicine, threw her to Fujita's side, and hid in the separation room of the funeral parlor's reception room to detoxify You Xiaoran.

Unexpectedly, when she was sleeping until midnight, Michiko Ikeda rushed into the room and climbed into Zhao Jianhui's bed. When he thought of that section, Zhao Jianhui felt resentful. His grandma, who among us is the victim? Are you going to kill me for this? If I don’t kill you, that’s fine.

Upon hearing that Zhao Jianhui actually said such words, Michiko Ikeda couldn't help but flew into a rage. Her face turned red and her eyes were like fire, staring at Zhao Jianhui, and shouted in a hissing voice: "You bastard, I'm going to kill you." You...kill you..." As she said that, she lowered her head and ran into Zhao Jianhui's arms.

Because the dagger in Michiko Ikeda's hand had been knocked to the ground, and he recognized this woman as the Japanese beauty who had a one-night stand with him, even though she kept yelling fiercely to kill him, But how could Zhao Jianhui take her seriously? Who knew that one of his arms was caught by him, so he could actually come up with such a move called "Iron Head Kung Fu"?

Being hit in the heart by Michiko Ikeda, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but fall onto the tatami behind him. Michiko Ikeda, who was holding one arm by him, was already leaning forward, but she suddenly fell down under him, right on top of Zhao Jianhui.

A very strange scene occurred in the room. The woman who just wanted to kill someone was actually riding on the target of her assassination. Their chests were close to each other and their faces were facing each other. Michiko Ikeda's legs were spread apart and she was sitting on Zhao Jianhui's body. The man underneath her was Wearing only a pair of loose shorts, this scene is as embarrassing as it is, and as weird as it is.

At the same time, Michiko Ikeda's mouth and nose could not help but spray out streams of elegant fragrance.

"Uh... I seem to remember you saying that you don't put any powder or perfume on your body..." Zhao Jianhui said while sniffing twice.

"Ah!...Stop!!...How dare you...you big pervert!! Big bastard!!!" Sitting on the man's waist, feeling the bulging mass in his place, Michiko Ikeda couldn't help but feel Flustered, she shouted angrily. Although her body twisted desperately, she still couldn't break free from the man's clutches.

Embracing the beauty, soft and fragrant, the anger aroused by Liu Qian in the morning was revived. In addition, the woman he was riding on had already had that kind of relationship with him. Facing Michiko Ikeda, Zhao Jianhui didn't feel any guilt at all. He only felt that this woman was something he could violate...

When he thought of this, Zhao Jianhui's lower body was already extremely hard, and Xiao Xiaohui was so excited that he was pounding her buttocks. If it weren't for the two barriers, it would be eager to find a way in.

Zhao Jianhui put one hand around her slim waist and the other around her neck. He turned around and turned into a man on top of a woman. Zhao Jianhui lowered his head and kissed Michiko Ikeda's fragrant and soft cherry lips.

One hand of Michiko Ikeda pushed up Zhao Jianhui's body that was constantly pressing down, and the other hand strangled his neck. Unexpectedly, Zhao Jianhui didn't care at all as his neck was pinched tighter and tighter. His hot lips pressed tightly against her lips, and he freed up one hand to grasp her high part.

"Uh, you bastard... let go... wuwu..." Michiko Ikeda struggled, but she felt the strong movements of the man on her body more and more.

Listening to the ### sounds coming from her mouth, Zhao Jianhui felt very comfortable and excited all over his body. His hands quickly unbuttoned Michiko Ikeda's upper body, and then slid down the skin exposed to the moonlight. With a slight click at her waist, Zhao Jianhui untied the belt around her waist with just one hand. Immediately afterwards, the restless hand still wandered downstream...

"Ah!!!...Ah!...there...don't..." Michiko Ikeda suddenly arched her body and trembled. She felt that her most important part had been compromised. She blushed with embarrassment and remained motionless at a loss. Letting the man on top of her press down on her, he raised one foot and pushed down her tight pants.

Zhao Jianhui's hand gently stroked her beautiful legs. The feeling of ### felt surprisingly good through the stockings, and Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but feel excited.

"Hmm...ah..." Although Michiko Ikeda has already given birth to a child, she has obviously not adapted to the feeling of being pressed down by a man like this. She twisted her body hard, but she didn't know that this kind of twisting would be even more painful. It makes men unbearable.

Zhao Jianhui raised his upper body, exposing all his muscles. His legs spread to the left and right, just enough to separate Michiko Ikeda's thighs. Michiko Ikeda looked at him with fearful and resentful eyes, gasping for air with her mouth open, but unable to say a word. Now, she knew clearly that with her own strength, there was very little hope of escaping from this man. She looked at Zhao Jianhui's excited face and slowly closed her eyes...

In her mind, she imagined the vague scene of this man being attracted to her on that day of that year. Since you can't escape, then just accept it humiliatingly...

However, after waiting for five or six minutes, the scene he imagined did not come. She slowly opened her eyes and saw that the man had been standing in front of her without making any further move.

Michiko Ikeda lay limply on the tatami, her beautiful eyes looking at Zhao Jianhui with confusion, she didn't know what this man wanted to do just standing like this. Her chest was heaving violently, and her whole body was dripping with sweat. ——Could this person be thinking of ways to torture himself?

"Huh... let's go. From now on, don't appear in front of me..." Zhao Jianhui let out a long breath, reached out and grabbed the thin quilt on the tatami and put it on himself, and walked to the short table outside. He sat down, reached for the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and lit it.

Michiko Ikeda dressed very quickly. In less than two or three minutes, she had put back on all the clothes that Zhao Jianhui had taken off. He even picked up the dagger that fell on the ground and held it in his hand. He walked to the opposite side of Zhao Jianhui, looked at him condescendingly and asked, "Why?"

Zhao Jianhui almost fainted from a puff of cigarette, thinking to himself, did you ask that? I saw the anger on your face just now, why are you still not happy if I let you go? Michiko Ikeda seemed to feel that her words were very wrong. She couldn't help but blush, glared at Zhao Jianhui fiercely, and whispered: "You won't kill me? Even if you let me go today, I will still kill you." Got your..."

Zhao Jianhui raised his face and looked at her, shook his head and said, "It's up to you. I've already said that you don't blame me for everything last time, but since you think it's me who's sorry for you, I don't have anything to say. Yes. It’s best if we don’t meet each other. If we meet again next time, I may not show mercy anymore…”

"Hmph, as long as you don't regret it, that's it. Who wants you to show mercy?" Michiko Ikeda looked at Zhao Jianhui carefully, and turned around as she said, "You really won't kill me? Let me go?"

"What are you talking about? Be careful, I changed my mind soon..." Zhao Jianhui said impatiently. As soon as Michiko Ikeda heard what he said, she immediately took a step back and then walked towards the window from which she came...

"Wait a minute..." Just as she stepped on the window sill with one foot, Zhao Jianhui called from behind. "What are you doing? Have you changed your mind now? You can do whatever you want. I know I can't run away." Michiko Ikeda slowly put down the beautiful foot that was on the window sill, turned around, and He looked at Zhao Jianhui with an indifferent face and said.

"I... I just want to ask you. Your sister said that you have given birth to a child, and that child..." Before Zhao Jianhui finished speaking, Michiko Ikeda's body shook suddenly, and then she said in a cold voice: "That child is mine and has nothing to do with you. You don't want it...you don't want to think about it. There is only hatred between us and nothing else..."