Outright Favoritism

Chapter 392 I'm here to find Mr. He for a deal

Seeing that Li Qiao was silent, He Chen suddenly stretched out his hand to provoke her chin.

But before the fingertips touched the porcelain-white skin, the wrist was pinched.

He Chen looked at Li Qiao calmly, with a lot of interest in his eyes, turning his fingers flexibly, and in the blink of an eye he broke free of her restraint, "Baby, are you here to fight with me? That's not okay, I won't beat a woman ."

Li Qiao looked at him blankly, where could the confidence beat her?

At this moment, He Chen's eyes were still smiling, but his eyes gradually deepened, frivolous in his laziness, and unpredictable depth hidden in the partial life.

Li Qiao didn't want to waste time with him, and knew that He Chen was definitely not so simple on the surface.

She pursed her lips, and said, "I'm here to make a deal with Mr. He."

"Deal?" He Chen slowly straightened up, took out the cigarette case and threw a cigarette in his mouth. He bit the cigarette **** to the corner of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and did not light it. He glanced up and down Li Qiao, "What deal? Is your small body enough for me to toss?"

Li Qiao's eyes narrowed, and her expression gradually turned cold towards He Chen's molesting words.

Seeing her pretty face with frost, He Chen bit the cigarette and shook it, "Is that angry? Tsk, let me talk about the deal first, let me see I need to toss you for a few nights."

Li Qiao didn't speak, and slowly stood up from the sofa.

"Baby, the woman who came to make a deal on my site will either go out sideways or go out dead." He Chen lightly lit a cigarette, turned his head and blew out the smoke, and leaned on the sofa next to him. "Choose it. ."

Then, a golden desert eagle hit He Chen's forehead with thunder, "Either make a deal with me, or I will give you two shots, Mr. He chooses."

In fact, He Chen saw Li Qiao draw his gun, but he didn't care, he was still leaning on the sofa in a leisurely manner.

He raised his eyebrows and looked up, raising his hand and puffing out his smoke, "Huh? Golden Desert Eagle, who gave you this?"

He remembered that he had one less gun.

For the first time, Li Qiao felt a trace of frustration in her heart.

The nonsensical and oily salt from He Chen does not enter.

She could kill her with a single shot by pulling the trigger, but he didn't seem to care at all.

At this time, He Chen glanced at the muzzle above his head again, curled his lips, "Baby, it seems that you really don't know me enough."

The moment the words fell, Li Qiao was already prepared.

He Chen's shot was extremely fast, and his thumb passed through the trigger impartially, which cleverly blocked Li Qiao's finger to pull the trigger.

He still had a cigarette in his mouth. He wanted to take the gun from Li Qiao's hand, but he seemed to underestimate her skill.

Li Qiao swung her feet, avoiding He Chen's hand with dexterity, and fisted quickly in the next second, which could barely pass the end of his eyes.

He Chen was forced to let go, his eyes narrowed, revealing a bit of hidden murderous aura.

He took a bite of his cigarette, and praised vaguely: "My dear, you're quite energetic."

Li Qiao was disgusted by the sentence from his left, "Baby", and the moment he raised his gun again, He Chen moved suddenly.

Faster than before, he stretched his long legs, pressed the head of the gun with one hand, moved his fingers, and cleverly removed the magazine in the blink of an eye.

So, one of the two held a gun and the other held a magazine, and no one could hurt anyone.

Li Qiao's eyebrows were cold, and she threw the gun in her hand directly, and said in a tepid tone: "Mr. He seems to not want to make a deal with me."

"Do you have a trading attitude?" He Chen lowered his head and glanced at the magazine, cursing in his heart, and there was really a bullet!

He heaved a sigh of relief, then dropped the magazine on the sofa, "Come on, tell me, what is the deal?"

Shooting a gun on his site seems to have not been educated by a man.

Li Qiao looked at He Chen indifferently, and hooked the corner of her mouth, "I want the egret to return, and the conditions are up to you."

The egret returned, oh, that little white face.

He Chen's eyelids were half drooping, his lips were smiling, but his eyes were very cold, "So it was for another man?"

As he said, he walked to the sofa and took a seat. The base of his thigh was accidentally caught by the clip. He tilted his body and took the clip out of his leg. He threw it away.

He Chen bit the smoke and spit out thick fog, then patted his thigh again, "Come, sit here and say."

Li Qiao glanced at the magazine he had thrown away, thinking about whether to pick it up and give him a shot.

She had never seen such a brazen man.

As the controller of Nanyang underground forces, she thought He Chen and Tu Anliang were almost the same.

It now appears that he is more shameless than Tu Anliang.

As he was thinking, He Chen said without fear of death, "If you want Egret back, I can give it to you. But I want you to make a deal?"

Li Qiao smiled instead of anger, moved slowly to He Chen, the corners of her mouth raised, and her black and white eyes were bottomless.

Upon seeing this, He Chen stretched out his long legs affectionately and motioned for her to sit down.

At the moment when the distance between the two of them shortened, He Chen opened his arms and prepared to meet her small body, and a right uppercut hit the corner of his mouth severely.

After so many years, he was finally beaten again.

He Chen didn't expect it, or that he didn't expect that the begging would be more **** than the begged.

Do you think you are the second Shang Shaoyan? !

He Chen was smashed, and his handsome face turned to the other side, very painful, but the violence factor in his body was also completely awakened.

He jumped up from the sofa, his eyes were full of thick evil and gloomy, and He Ao's cheers came untimely in his ears.

idiot!

Fighting is not good, but being a cheerleader is quite qualified.

He Chen is a tall man, even if the tension of his muscles almost breaks open his shirt, there is still a frivolous smile on his mouth.

With one breath and another, the two fought together.

In terms of skill, Li Qiao is confident.

She also had reservations. After all, she wanted to bring the Egret back. She was asking for help, so she didn't kill her.

However, facing the salty pig player who did not play according to the routine of He Chen, she was furious, and her shot became more and more fierce and uncontrollable.

He Chen, a man, you can't use normal human thinking to define it.

Because he said not to beat women, but he never said not to take advantage of women.

For example, you can fight Li Qiao close to you. You think he is going to punch Li Qiao, but he actually took the opportunity to touch Li Qiao's face.

For another example, when you thought he was going to raise his leg to attack, he actually got a skewed figure, leaned in front of Li Qiao and sniffed, still muttering, "It's so fragrant."

He seldom meets opponents, let alone a woman who dared to do it directly with him.

A pretty girl who came back for the egret, she was pretty good, which was so exciting.

After several attempts, Li Qiao squeezed his finger before he was ready.

At the moment when she tried to break off, He Chen leaned in shamelessly and hooked her waist, his eyes shone brightly, "Baby, if you break my hand, I will chop it off. The arm of the egret back."

Li Qiao maintained the motion of breaking his fingers, and a faintly cold light flowed through her dark eyes, "If you chop it off, I can pick it up for him. But if you dare to hurt him, I leveled you 32 places underground. casino."

At this moment, He Chen's frivolous expression finally changed.

Actually know he has thirty-two underground casinos?

Between the lightning and flint, the dim murderous intent flashed across his eyes, and the huge force instantly tightened Li Qiao's waist, "So awesome? Then you can show it to Lao Tzu."

Then, the concealed door of the lounge was kicked open again, and the dangerous and low voice slammed over, "He Chen, do you want to die?"

　6000,

(End of this chapter)