Chapter 1611 You are my belief (23)
As if remembering something, he lowered his head to button the button of his shirt.
"Speaking of which, he came to me today."
Ji Chuchu was about to leave and stopped immediately.
turned sharply and looked at him.
"He knows I'm here?"
Benson looked up at her, as if acquiescing.
Ji Chuchu's face was pale.
directly took a step back.
Benson added, "He didn't say anything, he just said that he wanted to see the child."
"..." Ji Chuchu clenched his fists instantly, "You agreed?"
Benson shrugged, "Why didn't you agree?"
It's just a meeting, if he doesn't agree, it will appear that he is too unreasonable.
Of course, as long as he doesn't hold a gun against him.
Banson took a step forward and held Ji Chuchu's shoulder.
Seeing that her face was drained of blood and her lips were trembling, he patted her on the shoulder to express his relief.
"Trust me, he won't do anything to your child."
"I assure you, after the last meeting, I will bring your child back safely and unscathed."
"You fart!"
She pushed him away, her air trembling and cold, "Obviously you and I both know that he is a lunatic, the child was given to him, how could he bring it back?!"
Benson was dumbfounded, "But—he pointed a gun at me, what can I do?"
Could it be possible for him to die for an insignificant child?
"Chuchu, you know, I am also very embarrassed."
He explained, "Today his people directly surrounded me, smashed my company, and beat my people."
"If I persist, I'm afraid you won't be able to see me now."
"..." Ji Chuchu was completely in no mood to listen to his explanation anymore.
She waved her hand and turned to leave.
But Benson grabbed her.
A blow directly on the back of her neck.
The person who was about to struggle lost consciousness instantly.
fainted on the ground.
Benson looked at Ji Chuchu who was fainted on the ground, and sighed.
Squat down on one knee and help her up.
"Sorry, Chuchu, forgive me this time, I really can't help it."
That person's means are too cruel, and he doesn't want to meet him face to face now.
There is no other way but to sacrifice that child.
He looked up and looked towards the second floor.
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Azazel took a shower, wrapped only a towel around her, and walked out.
Wet hair, clear jawline and cold, bright red lips.
In bright light, he does not hide either.
Slim chest, delicate and straight collarbone, and the faintly visible abdominal muscles under the cover of the towel.
After taking off his sacred mass clothes, he was full of lust, like a blood-red beast, full of strong hormonal breath.
It almost made people's legs go soft and their cheeks warmed up.
The door of the room was locked, he picked up the angel doll on the bed, kissed the doll's face lightly.
It was like doing some summoning ceremony.
Soon, that beautiful fairy-like person appeared behind him.
Silent, only the sound of the tiny flapping of wings.
Azazel grabbed her wrist with a backhand almost instantly.
Like a swift-moving wolf, he pressed the prey he was eyeing on the bed, his eyes were heavy.
"Chesia."
When he wanted to kiss her, his voice always became extremely hoarse.
Like a beast, very dumb.
Shouting out loud, my heart was so hot that I panicked.
(end of this chapter)