A Good Girl and Her Protective Billionaire Husband

You can search for "Mrs. Shen, a little sweet! Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!At the same time, it also proved that she was not sure whether Jian Zhang Ke could survive to the end.

In other words, there is nothing strange about Jian Zhang Ke, that is, singles alone.

There is a call.

Jian Muqing picked it up. The person over there called him by his name. It was an arms dealer who connected him to the ghost a few years ago. The Middle Easterner controls some forces in Ukraine.

The man said, "Something happened to your den in the northern United States."

"What's the matter?" Jian Muqing frowned. Only in the afternoon did he call someone to take a thorough investigation and report that there was no movement at home or abroad.

This proves that the gang of Jian Zhang Ke does not have such long hands and feet to move his various forces.

"It's not a big deal. There was a gang trouble in one of your casinos in the north. I've already watched for you, but the US police are also watching. You send someone to deal with it. The police I am not responsible."

The police are watching?

Jian Muqing narrowed his eyes, and the police in the north had done a good job. Which casino in Las Vegas has been violent and rich, and his funds have been supported by it in recent years.

The police are indispensable for oil and water, how can they turn their faces and investigate again?

He is applying for asylum from a certain party in the United States, which is very important.

He accounted for the handling of the cronies there, frowning and staring at the monitor for a while, Jian Zhangke's miserable situation continued, and he looked at it like this.

So he got up and ordered the agency to arrange teachers and students to give Kan Zhang Ke a treat. They went to the conference room and contacted the United States in person.

Suddenly, doubts flashed in his mind, but instead, if it was Jiang Zilin and Jian Zhangke's ghost in the United States, why should they both make such a big bend?

The two of them are not defending themselves now. What is the use of moving his American casino?

Thinking so, he ruled it out.

...

Jiang Zilin was dizzy, unable to see the darkness and dawn, time seemed to stagnate here.

Counting that the woman who delivered the meal came in twice and gave the disposable items for washing, it should have been a day.

Jian Muqing did not appear.

The screen didn't turn on again, she didn't know what happened to Jian Zhangke.

Emotionally tortured till now, she is a little slow, not knowing whether it is dead still or quiet.

There was a noise at the door, and she raised her head with her arms.

The light is off when people come in, and one second later, the door is closed and the light is on.

It was the woman who gave her muscle relaxants and delivered meals. She glanced at the unmoving dinner plate and the woman came over: "Jane Sir let me take you there."

"where to?"

Seeing that she was carrying a dense black cloth in her hand, Jiang Zilin knew she was going to blindfold her.

"How many people are alive in the maze?" she asked.

The woman doesn't talk much, she has a bit of effort, easily hold on to her who can't be achieved by a force, tie her eyes, and push her up.

Jiang Zilin still grabbed her hand, "I ask you, how many are still alive!"

The woman sneered, "Anyway, you will see Jane sir right away. Ask him if it is."

After all, lead her out.

This is the second time Jiang Zilin walked to this place. It was in the opposite direction from the last injection. She opened her eyes under the black cloth and carefully felt the changes in light and darkness. At the same time, she controlled her steps for about half a meter and counted her steps. .

When I walked a hundred steps to the end, I turned down and the light was brighter.

She should look sideways, there is a slight wind.

The woman pushed her back and turned, she went in a door.

The door closed behind him.

Jiang Zilin waited for a few seconds, took off the black cloth, and squinted her eyes to accept the bright light.

This is a bedroom.

Jian Muqing sat on the sofa with her legs folded, put down her wine glass, and waved to her.17 Pen Fun Pavilion www.17sctxs.com

Jiang Zilin looked around, but there was still no window.

She walked over.

Jian Muqing poured her wine.

She didn't move.

The man raised his head and smiled, "It's better to drink, I'm afraid you will be unhappy in waiting."

This is a bedroom.

Jian Muqing sat on the sofa with her legs folded, put down her wine glass, and waved to her.

Jiang Zilin looked around, but there was still no window.

She walked over.

Jian Muqing poured her wine.

She didn't move.

The man raised his head and smiled, "It's better to drink, I'm afraid you will be unhappy in waiting."

Jiang Zilin twisted her eyebrows and looked down at him flatly.

Jian Muqing turned on the screen on the wall, Jiang Zilin looked up and saw Jian Zhangke in the surveillance picture. He had a wound on his face, his face was bad at the corner of his eyes, his clothes were ragged, and the black bag on his back was missing , Only a machine gun in his hand.

He was the only one, with dark eyebrows, breathing a little hard, and standing straight in the empty place.

Still alive.

Jiang Zilin's heart clenched tightly, and suddenly relaxed.

Jian Muqing stared at her face weirdly, "Happy?"

She didn't bother to look at him.

Jian Muqing got up, picked up the glass of wine poured for her, walked slowly, his face was uncovered, "I thought he would be dead from the poisonous snake, the king cobra of Africa. It is really a piece of steel. I just left for a few hours, and I forcibly reached the eighth level."

He joked softly, "I don't know if my engineer deliberately released the water, he is gay."

Jiang Zilin stared at the screen and looked at the person carefully. There must be many wounds on her body, otherwise he wouldn't breathe so hard.

Unyielding, standing there, staring at the iron-grey airtight building.

She turned her head, "It's the eighth level, what do you want?"

"Huh, what do I want?"

Jian Muqing walked up to her, stared at her playfully, picked up her hair with her fingers, leaned under her nose, and closed her eyes with enjoyment.He smiled and said: "Why don't I put you to sleep, record a wonderful little video and send it to him. The agency can't kill him so much, so you care about it, maybe a little video is more useful?"

"He doesn't look very well now, he is seriously injured, and he adds a heart attack, maybe a myocardial infarction, save trouble?"

Jiang Zilin had settled for a long time, her face pale, and she cursed: "Despicable pervert!"

Jian Muqing was particularly satisfied with her reaction, and the feeling of total control returned to her hands.

Pinching her chin, Jiang Zilin's pupils were cold, but unable to resist, her mouth opened, and the cold wine poured into her throat: "Uh...uh."

All over.

Jian Muqing pushed her to the back edge of the bed, and there was a camera on the bracket over the bed.

He lowered his head to smell the smell of wine, the tangy fragrance, untied her collar, his pupils shrank, and his fingers slipped on two delicate clavicles, the skin was as smooth and dense.

His body was throbbing with blood, and he knew it early on that such a woman was full of taste.

What's more, Jian Zhangke had touched them, and he had touched all these places.

Jiang Zilin resisted first, her face was pale, her hands were caught on top of her head, and she bit when he kissed him.

After Jane Muqing grabbed her chin, her eyes were tight and she didn't react.

It was strange to him. Jian Muqing lowered his hands, breathing slightly, raising his eyebrows: "Is it really just for me?"

She was very calm, her eyes were cold, "I said, there is nothing I can't do for him, he will not fall, and you will never succeed!"

Jian Muqing sneered, touched her cheek, turned to look at the camera, her smile twisted.

Bend down, bowed his head, and kissed all the way.