He came out of the bathroom with Ye Ruoshui in his arms, and Zhou You put this beautiful jade body on the bed.

The massage of the black turtle Guoluo made Ye Ruoshui very tired and did not care about Zhou You's gaze at all.

Ye Ruoshui's face is beautiful and quiet, and his slightly red lips are like a light red rose to bloom. Going down there is a snow-white body. Every inch of his skin is like white jade with mutton fat, as delicate as a baby. Ye Ruoshui's breasts are not big, and their shape is indeed beautiful. The water-green bra is like a spring bamboo shoot after the rain, making the snow-white squeezed out of the bra with a fresh and tender breath, passing through the lower abdomen to the slender legs. The girl's body exudes a youthful aura, which makes people caress it hatefully when they see it.

Zhou You stared at this sister like this.

Nothing or distracting.

Zhou You took a strand of black hair on the girl's forehead, "I will be even more tired in the future. Will you fall asleep so unpreparedly beside me?" Zhou You said to himself.

Ye Ruoshui responded, not knowing whether to answer Zhou You's words or have some beautiful dreams, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

Zhou You smiled, kissed her forehead, and covered her with a sheet.

After turning on the ensuite security system, I left the suite.

...

"The Chinese women and food are great." Sangmo returned to the Arc de Triomphe Hotel with a little drunkenness.

The front desk waiter greeted him warmly.

Sang Mo didn't look back and went to the elevator, and was still savoring the vividness of the nightclub before. China is really like a paradise. Women's skin and beauty are excellent. Compared to those who are old at the age of 24 or 25, they look like an aunt and Western European women. The food is also the highest enjoyment. Sang Mo has never eaten so many colorful dishes.

Unfortunately, it will be difficult to eat in the future. Sang Mo smashed his mouth. His assassination card has been issued. Tomorrow, it will be time to send the little girl to see God. Whether you have any chance to come to China in the future depends on whether there is an assassination mission. Looking back at the girl on the assassination list, Sang Mo also feels very sorry.

That oriental girl is so beautiful and beautiful. She has never seen such a beautiful girl before. If she could have a few shots with her, Sang Mo would feel that it would be worth it.

"What kind of cooking will you give her tomorrow?" Sang Mo got out of the elevator and stumbled towards the room. He was thinking about how to assassinate her. After thinking about it, it would be a pity to smash her with bullets. Sang Mo showed a smile on his teeth, and was very satisfied with his decision.

"I really don't want to go back to Paris, where the smell of shit and urine everywhere. The Chinese people say it's a romantic city and it's really blind." Sangmo complained in French, closed the door, and turned on the button for air freshener. Everything is good in the market, but the air is really bad. Sangmo took off his shirt and prepared to take a shower.

“Jesuisd’accord” (I agree)

A sound suddenly came from the darkness.

Sang Mo woke up all over and shivered suddenly, and saw a young man on the sofa looking at him with a smile, speaking French in a very skillful manner.

Sang Mo's pupils shrank, and he felt incredible that he had not noticed the aura of the boy. He subconsciously took out the saber from his waist and wanted to pounce over and cut the boy's throat.

Zhou You raised a gun to him.

That wasn't his big caliber pistol.

"I found this in the room. You'd better not act rashly, scare me, and it's not good to pull the trigger accidentally." Zhou You said.

Sang Mo's face changed. "Who are you? What do you want to do? Do you rob?"

"Calm down, you are Mr. Sansangmo of Hongtao." Zhou You raised his legs and crossed.

Sang Mo's pupils suddenly contracted, and he hid his horror easily. The boy actually knew his assassin name.

"I don't know what you are talking about. I can give you money if you want it. I just hope you can let me go. I know that the Chinese people are very friendly and peaceful." Sang Mo raised his hand and said.

"Peace and friendship are the only foreigners who think that China is easy to bully. The history of our country has added more wars and people than the world combined. You actually say that we love peace..." Zhou You shook his head.

Sang Mo felt that the boy in front of him seemed to have experienced many things, which was completely different from the students in his impression. He spoke French just so well, without any stiffness at all. "What do you want?"

"Why do you want to assassinate Ye Ruoshui?" Zhou You asked.

Ye Ruoshui?

Sang Mo remembered that it was the name of the little oriental beauty.

"I don't know Ye Ruoshui. I came to China for a trip." Sang Mo shouted.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to answer. I'll kill you now, just wait for the phone call over there to call you." Zhou You acted to pull the trigger.

At this moment, Sang Mo rushed forward. As an excellent assassin behind the scenes, his speed, reaction, strength and movement were three points more fierce than the hungry wolf. He was confident that he cut the student's neck before Zhou You shot. His confidence was immediately hit hard.

Zhou You's body movements were faster, like a sharp shadow disappeared from Sang Mo's vision.

When Sang Mo noticed it, he found a soft object on his back. Zhou You grabbed a pillow and placed it on his back. Sang Mo's face was bloodless. His reaction was far faster than Zhou You. The next second, he pulled the trigger.

Bang.

The pillow becomes the perfect muffler.

Goose feathers were flying all over the sky, blood splashed out, and Sang Mo screamed and fell forward. Zhou You's gun just now penetrated his kidney, and his technique was so skillful.

"The next time is your heart." Zhou You threw away the pillow and aimed it with a gun again. The shot just now just told Sang Mo that he had done this kind of job of pulling the trigger many times.

Sangmo fell to the ground and looked at the boy in front of him incredibly.

Too outrageous.

This young man is actually even more fierce than his professional killer.

"Are you the girl's bodyguard?" Sang Mo shouted palely.

"Anyway, I'm here to solve the problem. You can choose to die here, or you can choose to ask me to contact the person who arranged the assassination mission to end this mission." Zhou You raised his legs again, and this time he put the pistol on the table, so he was too lazy to point.

Sang Mo hesitated for a while and found that he was desperate, and Zhou You's conditions still had a glimmer of hope, at least he would not die in vain.

"Will you really let me go?" Sang Moke didn't want to die, women, food, he hadn't enjoyed it yet.

"Of course, the sir once said that it is as good as possible, and I am still very trustworthy." Zhou You nodded.

"Okay, as long as you let me go, I will definitely not come to China again." Sang Mo took out the phone, called a number and hung up, and then threw it to Zhou You.

Zhou You took the phone call and knew that this was a secret code for contacting the backstage, and someone would call him later.

Soon, the phone rang and a beautiful female voice came from inside.

"Hongtao 3, has the mission been completed?"

Hearing this voice, Zhou You was suddenly stunned, "Xiao Ya..."

"Who are you?" the female voice asked coldly.

"Xiaoya has been missing for a long time. Haven't you heard my voice?" Zhou You smiled.

The other party was silent for a long time, and he felt reluctant to answer.

"Are you Zhou You? Please tell me, I guessed wrong."

"I'm sorry, you guessed it."
Chapter completed!