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Chapter 1062 Only Hatred

"What?...You bastard...you have taken away people's innocence, and you have forgotten who I am? I have never forgotten your appearance, and I always want to kill you for revenge..." Hearing Zhao Jianhui's words, Ikeda Michiko's resentment couldn't help but become very strong. She twisted her delicate body desperately and struggled, and suddenly felt the hand that was pinching her neck loosen.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Jianhui's voice sounded behind him: "It's you, Michiko?..."

"It's me, if it wasn't for me, how could others hate you so much?" Michiko Ikeda turned around while talking, lowered her head, and smacked the back of Zhao Jianhui's hand that was still holding the dagger , leaving a row of clear tooth marks.Feeling the release of Zhao Jianhui's palm, Michiko Ikeda raised her right hand, and the dagger in her hand came to Zhao Jianhui with a cold light.

"This is called murdering your own husband, do you know that this is..." Zhao Jianhui reached out and grabbed her wrist again, and with a flick of his hand, the dagger in Michiko Ikeda's hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Because his arm was folded back by him, Ikeda Michiko's chest stood out even higher, and Zhao Jianhui was a little confused by the fragrance from her body, and his heart that didn't want to be rough with her became more gentle.Zhao Jianhui let go of her arm, and said lightly: "With your skill, you can't kill me. You crawled into my bed by yourself that day. You were harming others and yourself. I was just used by you. It’s just a tool, you can’t blame me for everything, can you?”

When I was in Beijing that day, Michiko Ikeda arrested You Xiaoran and Fujita, fed You Xiaoran and Fujita medicine, and wanted to take a picture of Fujita and You Xiaoran together to threaten Fujita, but Zhao Jianhui found her and took her He fed her his own medicine, threw her to Fujita's side, and hid in the parlor room of the funeral parlor to detoxify You Xiaoran.

Unexpectedly, when she slept until midnight, Michiko Ikeda rushed into the room when she was in a daze, and climbed onto Zhao Jianhui's bed.Thinking of that episode, Zhao Jianhui felt resentful, his grandma, who among us is the victim?You still want to kill me for this?It's not bad if I don't kill you.

When she heard Zhao Jianhui say such words, Ikeda Michiko couldn't help being furious, her face was flushed red, her eyes stared at Zhao Jianhui like fire, and shouted loudly: "You bastard, I'm going to kill you!" You...killed you..." As she spoke, she lowered her head and slammed into Zhao Jianhui's arms.

Because the dagger in Michiko Ikeda's hand had been knocked to the ground, and she recognized that this woman was an oriental beauty with whom he had a one-night relationship, even though she kept screaming fiercely to kill herself, But how could Zhao Jianhui take her seriously?Who knew that one of his arms was being held by himself, and he actually came up with such a trick of "iron head skill"?

Being hit on the heart by Michiko Ikeda, Zhao Jianhui's body couldn't help but fell on the tatami behind him.And Michiko Ikeda, who was grabbed by one arm by him, was leaning forward, but under his belt, she also fell down suddenly, and just pressed on Zhao Jianhui's body.

In the room, a very strange scene appeared.The woman who wanted to kill just now actually rode on the body of the person she assassinated. The chests of the two were close to each other, face to face. Michiko Ikeda sat on Zhao Jianhui with her legs apart. Wearing only a pair of baggy shorts, the scene was as embarrassing as it could be, as creepy as it could be.

At the same time, from Michiko Ikeda's body, the mouth and nose could not stop exhaling a stream of elegant fragrance.

"Uh... I seem to remember that you said that you don't put any powder, perfume or other things on your body..." Zhao Jianhui sniffed his nose vigorously twice while talking.

"Ah!...Stop!!...How dare you...you pervert!! Big bastard!!!" Sitting on the man's waist, feeling the bulging lump in his place, Michiko Ikeda couldn't help but Feeling flustered for a while, she shouted angrily, although she twisted her body desperately, she still couldn't break free from the man's clutches.

With a beautiful woman in her arms, soft and fragrant, the anger aroused by Liu Qian in the morning was revived.In addition, the woman riding on him had already had that kind of relationship with him. Facing Michiko Ikeda, Zhao Jianhui didn't feel any guilt at all. He only felt that this woman could be violated by him...

Thinking of this, Zhao Jianhui's lower body was already extremely hard, and Xiao Xiaohui was vigorously kicking her buttocks in a daze.If it weren't for the two layers of barriers, it would be eager to find a gap and enter.

Zhao Jianhui put one arm around her slender waist and the other around her neck. He turned over and turned into a man and woman. As soon as Zhao Jianhui lowered his head, he kissed Michiko Ikeda's fragrant and soft cherry lips.

With one hand, Michiko Ikeda pushed Zhao Jianhui's body that was constantly being pressed down, and with the other, he grabbed his neck.Unexpectedly, Zhao Jianhui didn't care that his neck was getting tighter and tighter, his fiery lips pressed tightly against her cherry lips, and he freed one hand to grab her high part.

"Uh, you bastard... let go... woo..." Michiko Ikeda struggled, but felt the strong movement of the man on her body more and more.

Listening to the ### sound from her mouth, Zhao Jianhui felt very comfortable and excited all over his body. His hands quickly unbuttoned Michiko Ikeda's upper body, and then slid down the skin exposed to the moonlight. With a very slight click sound around her waist, Zhao Jianhui untied the belt around her waist with only one hand.Immediately afterwards, that restless hand still went downstream...

"Ah!!!...Ah!...There...don't..." Ikeda Michiko suddenly arched her body and trembled, feeling that her most important part had been lost, she blushed and remained motionless in a daze, Letting the man on her press on her, he raised one foot and kicked off her tight pants.

Zhao Jianhui's hand was gently stroking her beautiful legs. The feeling of ### felt surprisingly good through the stockings, and Zhao Jianhui couldn't help shaking his heart.

"Hmm... ah..." Although Michiko Ikeda had already given birth to a child, she obviously hadn't gotten used to the feeling of being crushed by a man like this. She twisted her body vigorously, but who knew that this twisting was more serious Let a man can't stand it.

Zhao Jianhui raised his upper body, revealing all his muscles, and his legs were spread left and right, which just separated Michiko Ikeda's two thighs.Michiko Ikeda looked at him with fearful and resentful eyes, gasped with her mouth open, but couldn't say a word.Now, she already knew clearly that with her own strength, she had very little hope of escaping from this man's body.She looked at Zhao Jianhui's excited face, and slowly closed her eyes...

In her mind, she imagined the vague scene of this man riding on her on that day of that year.Since you can't hide, then accept the humiliation...

However, after waiting for five or six minutes, the scene I imagined did not come.She slowly opened her eyes, and saw that the man had been standing in front of her all this time, but he didn't make any further moves.

Michiko Ikeda lay limply on the tatami, looking at Zhao Jianhui with a pair of beautiful eyes indifferently and with doubts. She didn't know what this man was trying to do just standing there.Her chest was heaving violently, and her whole body was dripping with sweat, ### constantly. ——Could it be that this person is thinking of tricks to torture himself?

"Huh... let's go, from now on, don't appear in front of me..." Zhao Jianhui let out a sigh of relief, reached out and grabbed the thin quilt on the tatami mat and put it on his body, and walked to the short table outside for a while. Sitting down, he reached out to touch the cigarette case, took out a cigarette and lit it.

Michiko Ikeda put on her clothes very quickly. In less than two or three minutes, she put all the clothes that Zhao Jianhui had taken off on her body again.Even the dagger that fell on the ground was picked up and held in his hand, walked to the opposite of Zhao Jianhui, looked down at him and asked, "Why?"

Zhao Jianhui was almost fainted by a puff of cigarettes, and he said to himself, did you ask that?Seeing the anger on your face just now, why are you still not happy about letting you go?Michiko Ikeda also seemed to feel that there was a big language problem in her words, so she couldn't help but blush, gave Zhao Jianhui a hard look, and said in a low voice, "You won't kill me? Even if you let me go today, I still want to kill you!" your..."

Zhao Jianhui raised his face to look at her, shook his head and said, "It's up to you. I have already said that I am not to blame for everything last time, but since you believe that I am sorry for you, I have nothing to say Yes. It’s best if we don’t meet each other. If we meet again next time, I may not be merciful..."

"Hmph, as long as you don't regret it, who wants you to show any kindness?" Michiko Ikeda looked at Zhao Jianhui carefully, and turned around while talking: "You really don't want to kill me? Let me go?"

"What are you talking about, be careful, I changed my mind soon..." Zhao Jianhui said impatiently.As soon as Ikeda Michiko heard what he said, she immediately took a step back, and then walked towards the window from where she came...

"Wait a minute..." Just as one of her feet was on the window sill, Zhao Jianhui called out from behind. "What are you doing? Have you changed your mind now? You can do whatever you want, I know I can't run away." Michiko Ikeda slowly put down the beautiful foot that was on the window sill, turned around, and He looked at Zhao Jianhui indifferently and said.

"I... I just want to ask you. Your sister said that you have given birth to a child, and that child..." Before Zhao Jianhui finished speaking, Michiko Ikeda's body shook suddenly, followed by a cold voice: "That child is mine, it has nothing to do with you, don't... don't think about it, there is only hatred between us, nothing else..."