Outright Favoritism Chapter 392: : I’ll find Mr. He to make a deal
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Seeing that Li Qiao didn't speak, He Chen suddenly stretched out his hand to provoke her chin.
But before my fingertips touched the porcelain-white skin, my wrist was pinched.
He Chen looked at Li Qiao calmly, with a lot of interest in his eyes, turning his fingers flexibly, and in the blink of an eye he broke free of her restraint, "Baby, are you here to fight with me? That won't work, I Don't hit women."
Li Qiao looked at him blankly. Where can the confidence beat her?
At this time, He Chen's eyes were still smiling, but his eyes gradually deepened, frivolous in the laziness, and unpredictable depth hidden in the partial life.
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 said, "I'm here to make a deal with Mr. He."
"Deal?" He Chen slowly straightened his back, took out the cigarette case and threw a cigarette in his mouth. He bit the cigarette **** to the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and did not light it. He glanced up and down Li Qiao, "What Trading? Just your small body, is it enough for me to toss?"
Li Qiao's eyes narrowed, and her expression gradually turned cold towards He Chen's molesting words.
Seeing her pretty face, He Chen shook her cigarette while biting, "Is this angry? Hey, let me talk about the deal first. Let me see if I need to toss you for a few nights."
Li Qiao didn't speak, and slowly stood up from the sofa.
"Baby, the woman who came to my site to make a deal must go out sideways or go out dead." He Chen lightly lit a cigarette, turned his head to blow out the smoke, and leaned back on the sofa next to him." You choose."
Then, a golden desert eagle hit He Chen's forehead with thunder, "Either make a deal with me, or I will give you two shots, Mr. He chooses."
Actually, He Chen saw Li Qiao taking out his gun, but he didn't care. He was still leaning on the sofa in a leisurely manner.
He raised his eyebrows and looked up, raising his hand and puffing out his smoke, "Huh? Golden Desert Eagle, who gave it to you?"
He remembered that he had one less gun.
For the first time, Li Qiao felt a trace of frustration in her heart.
From He Chen's nonsense and oily salt.
She could kill her with a single shot by pulling the trigger, but he didn't seem to care at all.
At this time, He Chen glanced at the muzzle above his head again, curled his lips, "Baby, it seems that you really don't know me enough."
The moment the words fell, Li Qiao was already on guard.
He Chen's shot was extremely fast, and his thumb passed through the trigger impartially, which cleverly blocked Li Qiao's finger to pull the trigger.
He still had a cigarette in his mouth. He wanted to take the gun from Li Qiao's hand, but he seemed to underestimate her skill.
Li Qiao swung her feet, avoiding He Chen's hand with deft strength, and punching quickly in the next second, which could barely pass the end of his eyes.
He Chen was forced to let go, and his eyes narrowed, revealing a bit of hidden murderous aura.
He bit the cigarette and took a sip, and praised vaguely: "My dear, you are quite energetic."
Li Qiao was disgusted by the sentence on his left, baby, and the right, baby, and the moment he raised his gun again, He Chen moved suddenly.
Faster than before, with a long leg spanning, pressing the tip of the gun with one hand, and with a finger movement, he cleverly removed the magazine in the blink of an eye.
So, one of the two held a gun and the other held a magazine, and no one could hurt anyone.
Li Qiao's eyebrows were cold, she shook the gun in her hand, and said in a tepid tone: "Mr. He seems to not want to make a deal with me."
"Do you have a trading attitude?" He Chen lowered his head and glanced at the magazine, cursing in his heart, and there was a **** bullet!
He took a sigh of relief, and threw the magazine on the sofa, "Come on, tell me, what the **** is the deal?"
Moving a gun on his site, it seems that he has not been educated by a man.
Li Qiao looked at He Chen indifferently, and hooked the corner of her mouth, "I want the egret to return, and the conditions are up to you."
The egret returned, oh, that little white face.
He Chen's eyelids are half drooping, and the smile on his lips is getting thicker, but his eyes are very cold, "So it's for another man?"
Speaking, he walked to the sofa and took a seat. The base of his thigh was accidentally caught by the clip. He tilted his body and took the clip out of his leg. He threw it with his hand.
He Chen bit the smoke and spit out thick fog, then patted his thigh, "Come, sit here and say."
Li Qiao glanced at the magazine he had thrown away, thinking about whether to pick it up and give him a shot.
She has never seen such a brazen man.
As the controller of Nanyang underground forces, she thought He Chen and Tu Anliang were almost the same.
Now it seems that he is more shameless than Tu Anliang.
Just as I was thinking, He Chen said without fear of death, "You want the egret to return, I can give it to you. But I want you to make a deal?"
Li Qiao smiled without anger, moved slowly in front of He Chen, with the corners of her mouth raised, and her black and white eyes were bottomless.
Seeing this, He Chen stretched out his long legs affectionately and motioned for her to sit down.
As soon as the distance between the two of them shortened, He Chen opened his arms and prepared to meet her small body, and a right uppercut hit the corner of his mouth severely.
For many years, he was finally beaten again.
He Chen didn't expect it, or he didn't expect that someone who asked someone would be more **** awesome than the person asked.
Do you think you are the second Shang Shaoyan? !
He Chen was slapped with a punch, and his handsome face turned to the other side, very painful, but the violence factor in his body was also completely awakened.
He jumped up from the sofa, his eyes were full of thick evil and gloomy, and He Ao's cheers came untimely in his ears.
Idiot!
You can’t fight, but it’s quite qualified to be a cheerleader.
He Chen is a tall man, even if the tension of his muscles almost breaks his shirt, there is still a frivolous smile on his mouth.
Between breath and breath, the two hit each other.
In terms of skill, Li Qiao is confident.
She also had reservations. After all, she wanted to bring the Egret back. She was asking for help, so she didn't kill her.
However, facing He Chen's nonchalant picker, she became angry with her, and she became more fierce and uncontrollable in her shots.
He Chen, this man, you can't use normal human thinking to define it.
Because he said not to beat women, but he never said not to take advantage of women.
For example, if you fight Li Qiao close to you, you think he is going to punch Li Qiao, but he actually took the opportunity to touch Li Qiao's face.
For another example, when you thought he was going to raise his leg to attack, he actually got a crooked figure, leaning in front of Li Qiao and sniffing fiercely, still muttering: "It's really fragrant."
He rarely meets an opponent, let alone a woman who dared to do it directly with him.
A pretty girl who came back for the egret, she was pretty good, which was so exciting.
After several attempts, Li Qiao squeezed his fingers when she was not prepared.
At the moment when she tried to break, He Chen leaned in shamelessly and hooked her waist, eyes shining brightly, "Baby, if you break my hand, I I chopped off the arm of the egret."
Li Qiao maintained the motion of breaking his fingers, and a wicked cold light ran through her dark eyes, "You can chop it down, and I can pick it up for him. But if you dare to hurt him, I will tie you thirty. Two underground casinos."
At this moment, He Chen's frivolous expression finally changed.
You know he has thirty-two underground casinos?
Between the electric light and the flint, his eyes flashed with the vague killing intent, and the huge force instantly tightened Li Qiao's waist, "So awesome? Then you can show me the same."
Then, the concealed door of the lounge was kicked open again, and a dangerous and low voice came over, "He Chen, do you want to die?"