Yokohama Heart Fraudster

9

    This was almost a scene of upright flirting that made everyone present petrified.

    The cool breeze by the sea blew their hair recklessly, but they stood as stiff as wood, with their mouths wide open, like dehydrated and suffocated fish on the verge of death.

    "..."

    They heard right... This person wants to kiss, kiss Mr. Zhongyuan? !

    This bit of teasing alone is not enough to prove anything, but then they saw that Mr. Nakahara, who had supernatural powers in seconds, was leaning against the masked man as if he had no bones, and he did not resist even when his chin was clamped. , just stared at each other with a pair of eyes, and a blush appeared on the white face...

    When did these Mafia subordinates see their bosses look so 'weak', their jaws were shocked. about to fall.

    The gun held in mid-air was not released, nor was the trigger pulled. Everyone trembled in tangled arms, and could only start a tug-of-war with each other silently.

    What He Quanlian wanted was that they didn't dare to shoot, and the addition of molesting Zhongyuan Zhongya made him in a surprisingly good mood.

    Seeing that the goal was achieved, He Quanlian finally threw a wink to Zhongyuan Zhongyao, her fingertips kept lingering near the smooth chin: "This medicine will recover in two hours, but for now... let your subordinates escort it. Go back, dear sir~"

    "I hope we can meet again in this beautiful moonlight."

    But Zhongyuan Zhong also reacted.

    In the next second, Zhongyuan Zhong was also pushed forward by a force and fell forward. If it was normal, he would not take such a force in his eyes. However, at this moment, his uncontrollable knees became weak and weak. Tilt down.

    Fortunately, there are those loyal subordinates near him. Seeing this, the mafia subordinate at the front threw the gun away in shock and jumped forward, making himself a flesh pad-like existence lying on the position where he was about to fall in the Central Plains.

    At the same time, the rest of the Mafia subordinates followed his example and threw down their guns one after another, layering on top of each other like Arhats, making the Central Plains also fall on a soft pile of human flesh cushions.

    "Idiot!" Even if Zhongyuan Zhongye couldn't move his body, his sharp eyes could pierce people, "What did you throw the gun for, hurry up and arrest him!" As soon as he finished speaking

    , a black shadow hit him precisely. On his face, Zhongyuan Zhongya's sight suddenly dimmed, but his nose could clearly smell the fragrance belonging to flowers.

    When someone hurriedly took things off his face, he took a closer look and saw that it was the bouquet full of azure blue.

    As long as he saw this bouquet, Zhongyuan Zhong also instantly recalled that the man held his fingertips lightly, as if he was devoutly kissing him in the face of faith.

    At that time, the numb itchiness that was aroused seemed to flow from the fingertips, and even his heartbeat involuntarily missed half a beat.