(BL)(MTL)The strongest face-stepping gold finger [quick wear]

Chapter 13

Chapter 13 The entertainment industry stepped on the face and reborn the female partner

    Bai Jia glanced at Mo Thirty in a complicated way, then ran away. She couldn't stay here for a minute.

    When Bai Jia ran away, a group of talents entered as if charging. Every iron man was fierce and full of guns and ammunition. The men who were as fierce as bandits were completely stunned.

    It's completely different from what I expected, the hero who promised to save the beauty.

    When all the men were surprised, a tall man nearly two meters tall walked in, with the aura of contemplating the world, and his body exuded a biting low pressure. In the man's cold eyes, there are lightning and thunder, and the waves are stormy. Forced by his aura, the iron men shrank back to the sides one by one.

    Sitting on a worn-out chair, Mo Thirty held a grass in his mouth, beckoning with bright eyes: "Yo." The

    young man's heartless appearance pierced his eyes, Shen Xiao's already cold eyes were full of haze, and he looked around calmly, After his pupils contracted a few times, he suddenly narrowed his eyes. A blizzard-like air pressure filled the air and instantly swept the entire factory.

    Xiao Miao swallowed her saliva: "Looks like I'm going to suffer, the male god is so scary Σ( ° △°)"

    Mo Shi also noticed that the male god was wrong, he coughed lightly and smiled: "Shen Xiao, are you worried about me? Yeah... let me down. ..."

    His lips pursed, his stiff iron arms lifted him roughly, and Shen Xiao controlled the struggling young man and slapped his butt, "Be good." Otherwise, he might not be able to resist being here. Strong on this little bastard.

    The voice was low, but it was like the tranquility before the storm. As if carrying a sack, Shen Xiao turned around and left, leaving only a cold sentence, which instantly caused the iron men to sweat and almost fell to their knees.

    "These people, send them to the Eighth Punishment Hall. None of them can die." The

    iron men swallowed hard and wiped their cold sweat: "The boss is too terrifying.

    " Waist back and forth: "Are you really angry?"

    Shen Xiao's eyes were dark, and the man-devouring beast roared in his heart. Instead of answering, he stuffed the person into the car and quickly left this place of right and wrong. Forced to sit in the car, Mo Shi leaned his head on his knees and looked sideways at Shen Xiao.

    The line of the male god is cold and hard, and today it is a bit more sharp. Wu Tong is even more unfathomable, like a cold pool. In the cramped space, the atmosphere seemed a little depressing, and Mo Shi even faintly felt that Shen Xiao was exuding cold air.

    Arriving at Mo Shi's villa, Shen Xiao picked up the man from the car without saying a word, and carried him tyrannically to the bedroom of the two of them. Then he threw him on the bed. Bouncing on the bed, Mo San leaned on his arm and raised his upper body slightly: "Oh, what a savage man?"

    With one hand on the young man who was about to get up, Shen Xiao trapped his hand on the bedside and pulled the young man's shirt. , moves rudely and urgently.

    "Hey, are you trying to be strong?" Mo Shi raised his eyebrows, and his eyes flashed: "Are you really angry?" Ripped up the youth's shirt and headed for the pants.

    "I'll be fine." Mo Shi shook his arm. The bound wrist couldn't be freed. Seeing the scarlet color in Shen Xiao's eyes, he felt that something was wrong: "Trust me." Shen Xiao took off his clothes in twos, pressed it on, and kissed the young man's earlobe: "I know.