Chapter 1371 I Am a Strong Child

Chapter 1371 I am a strong child

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Jianhui was immediately shocked and confused. He thought to himself, with your skillful kissing skills, you are still a young lady? Who are you kidding?

However, before he could figure it out, the wind surged and the fragrant wind blew against his face, and Suzaku's exquisite body plunged into Zhao Jianhui's arms. Zhao Jianhui only saw the hair flying in the wind and her pointed fingers flashing in front of his eyes, and then... the wind stopped, and the fragrant hair fell into his arms. At this moment, everything around him became quiet. Can Zhao Jianhui He could clearly hear Suzaku's increasingly rapid heartbeat, like war drums stimulating Zhao Jianhui's restless nerves.

The warm and firm plumpness of Suzaku pressed tightly against Zhao Jianhui's generous chest. Waves of orchid-like and musk-like fragrance came faintly from her body. The warm and fragrant smell of soft jade made Zhao Jianhui tremble like an electric shock. .

"Asshole, didn't you say I'm a prostitute? Today I'll show you how promiscuous I am... but you should see if I'm a pretty girl who keeps herself as pure as jade, is pure and pure, and has never been involved with a stinky man..."

Suzaku hooked Zhao Jianhui's neck with both hands, raised his head slightly, his eyes widened, and his body hung tightly on Zhao Jianhui's body. The rosy little mouth on his beautiful face was full of endless charm.

Oh my God, how can this be seen? You can only know this after trying it.

However, this really shouldn’t be tried casually. A woman’s body will never return to its original appearance after trying it. Even if modern medicine is superb and can repair old things like new, there will still be a difference between the original ones and the repaired ones. At the very least, women feel differently in their own hearts. If you do it, you have done it; if you have not done it, you have not done it. You can deceive others but you cannot deceive yourself.

Seeing Suzaku's little mouth raised, he bit it accurately. Zhao Jianhui quickly turned his head to avoid it, put his hands under her armpits, and lifted her up: "Fuck, you think so? This needs to be tested. However, I don't have time to play with you now, are you willing? Just ask whoever you ask for verification..." As he said that, Zhao Jianhui threw Suzaku on the sofa and clapped his hands, as if he was afraid that her fragrance would stay on his hands. Not daring to stay any longer or look at Suzaku's face, Zhao Jianhui turned around and left.

"You touched and kissed me, but you just patted your butt and left. Does that mean it's okay? The land south of Minquan Road is mine, and I can't eat any more... Anyway, I'm already yours. , I am watching over these places for you..." As Zhao Jianhui opened the door, Suzaku's voice sounded from behind. Zhao Jianhui snorted, thinking to himself, I touched you twice, but that was to push you away; I also... When did I kiss you? It was more like being kissed by you. What does it mean that you are already mine? I didn’t do anything. Am I wronged?

After going out, Tu Xiong was leaning in front of the bar at the door, chatting and laughing with his sister who was bartending. Hearing the sound coming from the room, Tu Xiong smiled awkwardly: "Ah? It's over so quickly, it seems. You need to make up for it..."

"Go away, what are you talking about? Let's go..." Zhao Jianhui shook his head angrily, and walked out without stopping at all: "Sister, what is your mobile phone number, otherwise we can't contact you via QQ... Hey Hey, wait for me... Goodbye, beauty, I'll come back tomorrow to drink the wine you made..."

The spirituality of Kaohsiung is all concentrated on the blue-colored Love River. The Love River passes through Kaohsiung gracefully from north to south and into the embrace of the Treasure Island Strait. Both ends of the Love River are neatly repaired, creating a quiet and leisurely atmosphere.

The Queen's Hotel stands at the foot of Gushan Mountain and on the bank of the Love River. The more than 60-story sky-blue building emits bright lights at night. There was a lot of traffic outside the door of the hotel. Men and women dressed in high-end and fashionable clothes got out of the car, swaying with colorful and graceful figures, and walked towards the hotel door, which was dominated by more than thirty people in black suits.

If he hadn't already known the identity of the director who held the banquet, just this kind of behavior could scare people away and not dare to ask. Fortunately, everyone who came here today were friends of Sun Hao and his children. Even if they were stopped by black suits and searched with metal detectors when showing the invitations, no one thought there was anything surprising.

After entering the hotel, from the girls wearing cheongsam and standing as ushers in the hall, I realized that the reception venue was not in the hall upstairs, but in a closed courtyard behind the first floor.

It is said that this yard is fully enclosed because the entire yard is not only surrounded by walls, but also has a ceiling in the sky. This banquet hall spreads out in a fan shape and is connected to a large garden. There are only a few pillars in the middle, which means it is outdoors, but it should be considered indoors.

At this time, there were already many people in the hall and the garden. The older ones were all sitting together in the hall and chatting softly. Most of the young people were in groups in the garden, which meant there were barriers between them. But they moved around each other, and laughter came from time to time. It was really a harmonious scene.

However, anyone who understands the truth knows that these people are definitely not good men and women. Although you look like a tiger on the face, hello, me, hello, everyone, in fact, everyone is wary in their hearts.

Tu Xiong had a wry smile on his face, hugging the eldest sister Yingzi's head and sitting at a round table drinking beer. Chen Wu is surrounded by three stunning beauties with charming faces and attractive figures. I really don’t know where this kid got his beauty, but they are all elite talents trained by me...

Ma Hongchen is extremely handsome, and he is dressed casually with his collar open, looking a bit unruly and uninhibited. Only in this way can he look more charming. Although he is a bit out of place in this high-end cocktail party where everyone pays attention to their appearance, he is also different in a different way. The one in his arms is Zhuque, the big sister of the Dahai Gang. Zhao Jianhui introduced them together at noon today.

When the two walked into the cocktail party hall, they immediately attracted the attention of most people, especially some young and beautiful women, who greeted Zhuque one after another. Some who were familiar with her even shouted for her to come over to meet. Originally, beautiful women would not feel comfortable when seeing beautiful women who are more beautiful than themselves, but Zhuque is a very different person. In their eyes, this woman will not become a competitor for their rich husband. Those men with excellent status dare not touch her, and Zhuque does not take those so-called successful men seriously.

Almost all the people who should appear have appeared, but Zhao Jianhui has not seen his shadow yet. Zhuque pinched the muscles on Ma Hongchen's arm with his hands, smiling, but asked in a cold voice: "Didn't you say that you can see that bastard when you come? Where is he?"

Ma Hongchen sniffed: "Oh, can you be gentler? The boss is so elusive, how can I know where he is? Anyway, he will show up when he should show up, otherwise let's sit down and have a drink first, brew some mood..."

Zhuque pinched his muscles with his two fingernails more forcefully, and said in a cold voice: "What the hell should I brew with you? If I don't want to settle accounts with that guy, you can go to hell..."

Just when Zhuque was looking for Zhao Jianhui in the garden lobby, Zhao Jianhui had already reached the 66th floor of the hotel.

He didn't come here to drink wine, and even killing Sun Hao, who made him hate his heart tremble, was secondary. His primary task was to save his daughter Qingrong.

This time, he was able to pass through layers of levels and reach the 66th floor, thanks to the credit of Chiba Oda. It turns out that Chiba Oda is actually a good friend of Sun Hao's daughter Sun Nannan.

Before the birthday party, as a good friend, she must go upstairs to give Sun Nannan a birthday present. As his follower, Zhao Jianhui will naturally follow him upstairs. Walking beside Chiba, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but sigh. I really don't know what this girl would think if she knew that her boyfriend Suzuki Jiro was killed by her own men? I'm afraid that the first person this woman won't let go is him, right?

When he thought of this section, he thought of Yan Wu who died in the East Asian country, and he couldn't help feeling a little sad in his heart. What a good girl, the flower of life has not yet fully bloomed, and it has withered prematurely.

Walking behind Chiba Qian, watching her twisting body, Zhao Jianhui held a large gift box in his hands, but prayed in his heart: "I hope this girl can live happily and forget all the troubles..." After all, she is just a victim.

When she reached the door of a house guarded by two men in black suits, Qianye was about to walk over, but one of them raised his hand to stop her: "Sorry, Miss Qianye, our eldest lady is doing something inside, please wait..."

"Oh, the meeting is about to start, my gift hasn't been delivered yet, what is Nannan doing?" Oda Qianye asked with a smile, the man in black hadn't answered yet, but heard a woman's harsh scolding from inside the door: "Hmph, tell me quickly, who sent you? What is your identity?"

"Sun Nannan, I won't say anything, you can do whatever you want, but I want to warn you, if you don't let this little girl go, or someone dares to touch her hair, someone will come to clean up your family."

"Really? What if I touch her now, I'll see who will come to clean me up..." After the woman finished speaking, she heard a very crisp sound of snapping from the room.

"Hmph, bad woman, quickly let Aunt Yang go. I'm a strong child, I won't cry..." When Zhao Jianhui heard the somewhat childish voice coming from the room, his brain almost exploded with a bang: "My daughter, Qingrong..."