Rebirth In Junior High School Campus: The Strongest Black Belly Business Woman

Chapter 895: Between life and death, the rich and the rich stand on both sides

The moonlight poured into the room, making the person in the bathroom unrealistic, barely able to see a thin upper body occasionally flashing in the frosted window.

Gao Song's double peaks, slender neck, slender round shoulders, at this moment, she is raising her hands, pulling a long hair high behind her head, twisting it into a twitch.

In this way, the silhouette looks more beautiful and a little enchanting.

Cui Xian was standing at the door of the room, leaning on the wall, the cigarette that had been burnt in his hand was curling up like a mist, and the light night made that handsome face a little hazy.

He rarely smokes, but some things seem to have formed a mark in the depths of his memory, so that a certain habit has gradually formed. In the depths of his memory, it does have a calming and calming effect.

Two years ago.

Inside an English villa in San Francisco.

"Do you want to be responsible for the channel to Country Z?" Zhou Hongxiang's expression was slightly dark, a pair of eagle-like sharp and extremely dark eyes, so he looked at him firmly.

No one can bear the scrutiny of Zhou Hongxiang.

So much so that after listening to Zhou Hongxiang's light questioning, the black-clothed men standing behind the other party showed more or less mockery on their faces.

Opposite Zhou Hongxiang, the nineteen-year-old boy had a straight figure, a straight waist, and a white robe that was surpassing snow, with a clear and clean face.

"It seems that their hearts are too anxious." Zhou Hongxiang slowly raised his hand and held the tea cup to his lips. "At least I have to ask you to stay by my side for a few more years. This is anxious for success. Instead, he put the fox tail. It’s too early."

Cui Xian's pupils shrunk slightly, and his face was unwavering, "I don't understand what Mr. Zhou meant."

Zhou Hongxiang slowly placed a large-caliber pistol in his back on the table, drinking tea in a calm manner, and the subordinates behind him had already taken the gun and walked straight to Cui Xian's side, with a slight grin on his face.

The atmosphere in the room was suddenly sharp and tense.

He stood still on the spot, letting the opponent press his muzzle tightly on his temple.

"Say! What purpose did they send you to approach Mr. Zhou!" The gunman held his finger on the trigger.

Everyone in the room fixed their eyes on Cui Xian. The latter looked around the corner of his eyes. The man was already ready to go, and he would pull the trigger at any time.

Did they find it?

"I don't understand Mr. Zhou's meaning." He continued to repeat quietly, without any fear on his face.

In fact, the body is already tight, if the other party really intends to pull the trigger, then he can't sit still.

And once he fought back, he was undoubtedly convicted.

Zhou Hongxiang put down the tea cup, stood up and took a deep look at him again, the corners of his lips moved away gently, and at the same time, he said, "Be cleaner."

The man holding the gun promised, looking at the young man under his gun, as if looking at a corpse.

Cui Xian clenched his fists and listened to Zhou Hongxiang's footsteps slowly moving away, while the man next to him had already removed the insurance and slowly pulled the trigger with his fingers.

At this moment, he wanted to fight back at the last opportunity to save himself, but finally he loosened his fists, his hands were tightly attached to the sides of his pants, and he stood in place with his eyes closed.

When the metal click sounded in his ears, his body shook slightly, but his brows were not wrinkled above his face.

The opponent shot.

But there is no bullet in the gun.

In the distance, Zhou Hongxiang's laughter sounded, "Between life and death, stand on both sides! Let the old Wang take him for half a year!"

Cui Xian opened his eyes and stared straight ahead, panting, with fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

Psychological warfare.

Fighting back to survive today will undoubtedly die. Even if he was really not sent by someone, Zhou Hongxiang would not be able to pass such an important channel into the hands of a person who is in front of him. He is testing his character.

And if you don't fight back, it's possible that the other party has indeed figured out his way, intending to take his life.

If so, he would have become a corpse right now.

"Okay, brother! So courageous! Mr. Zhou wants Brother Wang to take you. This is a promise!" The man put down his pistol and patted his shoulder with a smile.

"Who is your brother? It's called Cui Shao." Outside the door, a middle-aged man stepped in slowly, and said with a smile to Cui Xian, "It is indeed a good seedling. No wonder Mr. Zhou values ??it. You are Mr. Zhou again. You have made great contributions, sir, this is to uphold you! Work hard, the future will be limitless!"

"Brother Wang."

...

The bathroom door opened and Wei Sheng stepped out barefoot wearing a white shirt by Cui Xian, interrupting his thoughts.

She carried the two hangers in her hands, with wet clothes hanging on them. These are her clothes today. It is already hot here, and it is not easy to wear it after some sweating. "Where to hang?"

"The balcony." He reached for the hanger.

Wei Sheng stretched out his hand to pinch the collar and leaned against the door, "Do not tempt you."

He smiled, "Good-looking."

Having said that, he took Wei Sheng's hand, who put on the slippers at the door, and led her to the balcony, passing by Rong Xiaoshan lying on the ground. The two of them had just moved out of the toilet, and they had already found the bedding. Spread on the ground, he is afraid that he will sleep here tonight.

As for the other room, it has been occupied by Gejingqiuhetian circle and Ruan Zhiqi.

Wei Sheng stared at the cigarette **** in his hand that had burned to the end, "Did you smoke?"

He pinched the cigarette out in the ashtray in the living room, "I rarely smoke it."

Wei Sheng couldn't help pursing his lips, not knowing how much he missed.

She smiled, one step behind, and then jumped on to his back. Cui Xian carried two clothes hangers in one hand, and had to turn around and hook her thigh with the other hand, and put the person on her back, and she hugged her. His neck put his chin on his shoulders, "I really want to grow here."

He opened the lock of the French door and asked with a smile, "Do you take root on my back?"

"good or not?"

"it is good."

He carried her to the yard and hung the hanger on the clothesline above his head.

Wei Sheng rubbed his head upwards, put his chin on the top of his head, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, the corners of his lips slowly pulled up a light but mixed with incomparably warm smile around his shoulders and necks. The arm tightened a little too.

Thinking of the shame tonight, her index finger ringed in front of him couldn't help but start to draw circles on his chest.

"You are strangling me to death." He raised his head and interrupted Wei Sheng's charming moment.

She raised her eyebrows and suddenly lowered her head, "Or, lend me another pair of trousers. It's uncomfortable to have bare legs."

He smiled, "You can't wear my pants."

She leaned in his ear, "What about that."

He smiled and looked at her face to his side, "Make do with it for one night, and it will be dried tomorrow morning."

She bit his earlobe, "I don't want to make do with..."

The man's body was obviously stretched, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you... want to do?"

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