Female CEO’s Master Chapter 1137: The bullet of happiness

Ass your ass!

Maybe Watanabe Festival has a hobby, maybe the word **** itself is full of imagination, Watanabe Festival exploded swearing.

"One."

What is after the first, what is after the second, and what is after the third is a certain number, but at this moment, because of Chu Jiang's mouth, it has become completely unknown.

As the voice of Chu Jiang shouting the numbers sounded, Watanabe's heart hung up immediately, and he deliberately changed direction several times, because Chu Jiang's first two bullets made him so shameless.

"Ten! Bang!"

The first time was "one, two, ten." The second time was "one, two, three, ten." This time it was "one, ten!"

Baga, ten, ten, ten... Nima...

When Watanabe Festival heard the cross, he cursed again.

But when I heard the gunshots, my butt, oh, no, it should be the chrysanthemum that was unknowingly tight. Although he thought that Chu Jiang’s chance of hitting his **** was almost zero, his chrysanthemum was He was so disobedient, he was still tight when he heard the gunshot, and instantly retracted his head like a tortoise.

In the next second, Watanabe was not shot in the ass, but he stepped on the empty space again, and was very embarrassed.

Unconsciously, the distance between Chu Jiang and him has been a little closer.

"Nima's, I mistakenly saw the branches out of the buttocks. Did the eyes bleed, or... your buttocks are often stuck with branches!" Chu Jiang, who didn't hit Watanabe's buttocks, might also have no face, and directed at Shouted Watanabe Festival.

Your buttocks are often covered with branches, your whole family's butts are often covered with branches, and the buttocks of your ancestors are often covered with branches!

Watanabe Festival did not answer Chu Jiang's words directly, but cursed secretly in his heart.

Qinggong is based on one breath. If you speak while performing the Qinggong, it will definitely affect the speed, and he will not be fooled by Chu Jiang.

It's just that he thinks it's weird. Chu Jiang, this guy, is always nagging, why doesn't the speed seem to slow down?

"Watanabe kid, the last bullet is there. I count to ten. If you don't stop, you really want to spank you!" Chu Jiang shouted again.

"Come on, hit if you have the ability!" Watanabe teased secretly. At this moment, he determined that Chu Jiang would be able to smash branches at best. Any **** but not **** was completely bragging.

"Do you know the consequences of being hit in the butt, then—that is, starting from today, within a few days, you will not be able to sell your **** in Tianjie!" Chu Jiang said bitterly, as if he wanted to persuade him. The side section stopped.

This guy Chu Jiang seems to want a "movement with affection, knowing with reason!"

Come on, after passing Chujiangzui, the proud grandson of Watanabe Jizhe, who is the helm of the largest gang in the country of Japan, is dignified by Shinobu. It seems that he has to sell his **** in the street to live!

"Of course, I said you go to Tianjie to sell your ass. It's not that you are poor and you can't survive without selling the ass, but...you like to pick up soap!" Chu Jiang still smiled hippiely.

"Ah!" Watanabe gritted his teeth, his eyes full of anger.

If it weren’t for Watanabe’s great teaching since childhood, Watanabe would definitely stop at this moment and fight with Chu Jiang desperately again. Even if you don’t stop, you should spit out blood. .

"Ah what, am I wrong, Watanabe kid!" Chu Jiang asked seriously.

Watanabe Festival's face was dark, but he didn't speak, and he still flew up the treetops, seemingly not so light.

"One, two, three."

Then Chu Jiang slowly shouted out the numbers, because one, two, three could be ten after it, and gunshots might sound randomly, so when Chu Jiang called one, the chrysanthemum at Watanabe festival tightened. , When Chu Jiang called two, his chrysanthemum was tight, and when Chu Jiang called three, his chrysanthemum was still tight.

Not good!

I am coming! Even... the meaning of pulling Xiang came.

As the saying goes, "lazy people have a lot of **** and pee", which means lazy people have many excuses, and the purpose is to avoid hard work. But people with common sense know better that even if you are not a lazy person, but you are always nervous, you will "have a lot of poop!"

Heaven and Earth’s conscience, at this moment, what Watanabe Festival most expects is that the gunshots sounded earlier. Anyway, Chu Jiang said that this is the last bullet. After the shot, he won’t be disturbed anymore. With light work, he thought that Chu Jiang could not catch up with him in the end.

"Four, five, six!"

But after three it was four, after four it was five, and after five it was six!

Oh my god, why not ten! ! !

Watanabe felt that he was about to collapse, and he even wanted to shout, Master Chu, Master Chu, please hurry up and call ten, hurry up and finish the last shot.

Everyone who has undergone surgery knows that it is not the most painful when doing surgery. The most painful thing is that in the queue waiting for the upcoming surgery...

Yes, at this moment, Watanabe Festival feels like a patient who is about to be pushed into the operating table. The mood before the knife is particularly crazy!

Come on, bullet, let the bullet come faster!

Yes, in Watanabe’s heart, the last bullet in Chujiang’s mouth has become what a certain lyrics sing for Watanabe—a bullet of happiness!

"Seven, eight, nine."

But Chu Jiang just didn't shoot, and then slowly shouted the number. When he called seven, he paused for a while, when he called eight, the pause was longer, and when he called nine, the pause was longer. Longer!

As the chrysanthemum tightens again and again, Watanabe feels that his urination is about to rush out, or that if he does not fly down three thousand feet, his bladder will explode.

Xiang Yi also responds!

God, if Watanabe Festival can turn into lightning, he must immediately kill the guy behind him who has not shot.

I beg you, Master Chu, trouble you, Master Chu, just move your finger, just shoot a shot, it's just a piece of cake!

As long as you shoot, there is no problem with my **** letting you stick a branch!

But Chu Jiang is not dozens of them, just like an arrow that hangs without firing, hanging all the time!

At this moment, Watanabe Festival no longer hears any wind~IndoMTL.com~No insects, even he feels black in front of him, there is no faint moonlight.

He regrets it completely, sz is really a ghost place, and everyone in sz is a freak. He vowed that after returning to Japan this time, one year, no, three years, no, twenty years, he won’t set foot on sz again. Of the land.

Chu Jiang did not force him to sign any agreement, but Watanabe Festival, who was on the verge of collapse, had already signed an agreement with himself, a compromise agreement.

But Chu Jiang just doesn't shoot dozens, just doesn't shoot!

Nima’s, isn’t there any bullets left? It was scary just now?

"Ten!"

"Boom!"

Just when Watanabe Festival wanted to relax a little bit, a little bit, the long-lost "Ten" sound came, and the longing gunshots rang.

The world has changed its color.