Chapter 869 Anti-stalking

Chapter 888

The so-called beauties, especially those who are of great strength in the eyes of men, generally have some harmless and reserved principles. For example, Ye Zhixin never is too intimate with Chen Ping in public, and even shopping is a standard distance between one and one after another. But once she arrives in that simple dormitory, the small bed that is not large and soft will often become a battlefield that Mr. Chen can easily dominate. The contrast between the front and the back is fierce, and it can also be understood as the goddess sister who is covering her ears and stealing the bell. It doesn’t matter. It is precisely because of these little persistences that are not disappointing that women look even more cute, right?

Ye Zhixin was too lazy to stay here to pay attention to Chen Ping. The word masturbation was a fresh figurative word she had just understood in Chen Ping recently. Chen Ping was good at speaking, but when conditions permit, he always liked to prove something or explain a certain word with actions. When he picked up Ye Zhixin's little hand, placed it in a certain part of his body, ordered Ye Zhixin to hold it tightly, and then a certificate told Ye Zhixin that this was that, the goddess sister instantly understood this thing that she thought was very dirty. In this place, this kind of light, and this atmosphere, Ye Zhixin's face was as thick as a bastard on the city wall of the Song Dynasty. She didn't think it was strange if she really did something. [` Reading novels`]

The haunted house is not small and vast. Ye Zhixin turned around and walked alone, turning around and finally found the exit in about half an hour. Before going out, she looked back and looked out. She snorted gently and didn't need to think about it. The ecstasy expression of a certain animal at this time must be the same as the face she secretly desecrated her buttocks at night. Thinking of this, Ye Zhixin not only did not feel disgusted, but also felt a sense of pleasure that made her extremely panicked. She took a deep breath, walked out of the haunted house, sat down on a bench next to her, quietly staring at a bastard, waiting for a bastard inside to solve her physiological problems.

None of my wife is around, and the lonely man and widow are living in one bedroom and one bed. However, this bastard would rather solve his desires by himself for the request she made than to endure the last obstacle with her. For the first time, Ye Zhixin couldn't understand a man, a pervert or a gentleman in his emotional world? None of them. Perhaps it is the most appropriate word to describe it as a bastard.

The middle area of ​​the haunted house is an extremely magnificent square set against the dark environment. It is not surprising that all the buildings are pulled out. After being exaggerated by the atmosphere here, they are suddenly extremely tall. Mr. Chen has been standing at the place where he is about to enter the haunted house square. He watched Ye Zhixin's figure disappear completely. He did not untie his belt immediately, but slowly pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and sucked it very slowly. After waiting for almost five minutes, he walked into the square.

The entire square is scarlet, with all kinds of ghost props that can move back and forth, and there are all kinds of strange things, and there are white shadows formed by high technology. The shadows are vast, and the men who are a little timid and who come here for the first time may not be able to withstand it or even walk the ordinary journey. The back of the square is in sharp contrast with the empty space in front. A small path is not long, but the path and the necessary path between the small path and the square is indeed a snake pit, which is densely packed with nearly a hundred wriggling animals and intertwined back and forth, and are not distinguished from the real mollusks. Chen Ping passed by, passed by the snake pit, walked on the path, turned around the corner, and his body suddenly stuck to the wall, motionless.

There was silence behind it, and about five minutes later, a slight and almost negligible footstep sounded softly and approached step by step.

Chen Ping narrowed his eyes. Tracking in this kind of place requires more than courage, and seizing the opportunity is indeed outstanding.

Chen Ping deliberately slowed down his breathing and waited for the other party to slowly approach the corner.

The moment the opponent showed his head, Chen Ping suddenly took action, and when he came up, he made a difficult whip, with great force.

The other party was dressed very avant-garde and trendy, wearing a white dress that complemented the atmosphere here, with a disheveled hair, and a vivid mask. Even if others noticed it, they would definitely think that this was an impromptu program specially arranged by the haunted house and would not think too much. If the other party hadn't hesitated slightly when passing by the snake pit, and the glasses behind his mask that made Chen Ping feel extremely familiar to him revealed his identity, Mr. Chen might have completely dispelled his concerns.

The other party was obviously not surprised by Chen Ping's sudden attack, but his mental quality was strong, but his skills were in a mess. Facing Chen Ping's whip legs, he subconsciously avoided it, staggered, avoided Chen Ping's kick, and suddenly turned around to escape.

Chen Ping sneered, took two steps forward, grabbed his back collar, pulled it directly, and quickly put one foot on his back. The guy who came to follow him suddenly rotated his body 360 degrees and lay on the ground with a bang.

Mr. Chen smiled and said, "I have no intention of removing his mask when I have no effect on him." He squatted in front and slapped hard on his mask. The plastic mask cracked a big hole, accompanied by the other party's vague ***: "Don't hit."

Chen Ping ignored him and lifted him up with one hand. A fierce knee hit his chest, causing the follower who was originally planning to speak to soften again. This is not a pain that can continue to jump around for a while. I guess even if Mr. Chen is very kind, this guy will inevitably go to the hospital for a while.

Chen Ping looked down at the figure that fell down with a gloomy smile on his face, and said softly that the hero is very brave. At first, he didn't notice you following you. Well, let me guess, I was supposed to come here, so I came to wait for the rabbit? Tsk tsk, so smart, but that's right. If you don't have some IQ, you won't be worthy of the memory-powered eye you bring now. It's high-tech. It's said that it's only used in batches on top Italian special forces. I used to have one. If you can go out alive, see you next time, let's change it.

A man in white costume with a pale face and a shriller than a ghost fell to the ground, gasping for breath. It took a long time to recover. What do you mean by hardship?

"Bang!"

Chen Ping slapped again, and the left half of the plastic mask completely shattered, revealing a vaguely familiar face but not surprising to Chen Ping. Chen Ping sneered in a low voice, meaning your mother made a pussy, what's wrong, hero, I dare not admit it after following him? My woman is very beautiful, right? Do you like it too? Actually, it feels better to hug her body, and you still ask me what it means?

Chen Ping raised the memory eyes in his hand, and smiled faintly that Taoist had all gained all the stolen goods. Can you be a man? Haunted house, do you really want to be a ghost here? If you admit it, I will let you go, how about it?

The other party was silent for a while, and the mask that only covered half of his face was still not taken off, and Chen Ping seemed to have no intention of taking it off. He had no desire to know who he was. Very good, just in line with his wishes. He coughed, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. It was hard to say that I was following you, so what?

Chen Ping smiled slightly, reached out and patted his swollen face half, and said with a smile that he was not good. I will keep my word and just let you go, but don’t let me meet next time.

He stood up, turned the glasses up, and suddenly lifted them to the chest of the stalker. The other party's very standard figure flew up in the air, smashing heavily on the ground, and unconscious on the spot.

Chen Ping smiled calmly, turned around expressionlessly, murmured to himself that he lacked a legitimate reason, so he would let you live for two more days first.

He took out his cell phone, made a phone call, and told him to guard the exit and entrance of the haunted house, don’t make any noise, and follow him whenever there is any situation, and then act according to the opportunity.

I respectfully said on the phone and hung up the phone.

Chen Ping was familiar with the road, walked out of the haunted house, looked at Ye Zhixin sitting on the chair in a daze, walked over and hugged her in his arms, placed her on his legs, squinted his eyes, and laughed softly, saying that he felt refreshed and was distressed.

He gently straightened his body, and a tense part directly pressed against Ye Zhixin's plump buttocks, and said helplessly, it was hard again.

Ye Zhixin really lost to this bastard who seemed to have sold his face for a long time by selling it for a while. He stood up and said in a furious way.

Home?

Chen Ping smiled and said nothing.

In the haunted houses coming and going, tourists were in and out with trepidation. No one noticed the figure lying on a small road. They thought it was just a prop. After more than two hours, the man who was kicked out by Chen Ping opened his eyes hard, gritted his teeth and endured the pain on his body. He took out his cell phone and made a phone call, and briefly told me to save me, the haunted house on the foreign street.

In Chongqing Rose Community, a woman sitting on the sofa and enjoying the movie leisurely put down her phone, smiled coldly, walked out of the community, drove straight to the foreigner street, and then found the man who was following Chen Ping in the haunted house, walked out, stuffed him into the silver-gray Lexus, and drove away.

The two Buick sedans started almost at the same time, slowly following up, and their movements were very obscure.

However, the woman driving felt extremely sharp and quickly noticed someone following her behind. She glanced at the rearview mirror, her narrow eyes flashed, and she was extremely cold. She hesitated for a while, looking at the man who was still unconscious in the car, a cold arc curled up at the corner of her mouth, and finally she thought she had seen nothing and drove slowly.
Chapter completed!