Female president's private killer

Sometimes complaining is just a show. Although he complained in front of Lang Dongsheng for a long time, Duan Tiandao had a beautiful dream at night. There was no one in the dream. There was only a beautiful photographer named Mao Lan and a pair of beautiful eyes that could not be described.

Although the little girl is more careful and thoughtful, she is still in good shape, has a beautiful face and smells good.

So Duan Tiandao woke up a little early the next day. He had to practice soft Gymnastics in his living room for more than 20 times before calming his surging mood. Then he washed clean, changed into simple sportswear, went out of the door in high spirits and drove straight to bright color photography.

Today's nanchun weather is particularly good, just like Duan Tiandao's mood.

If you have the feeling of dating a beautiful woman in deep mountains and forests, it must be sunny and cloudless.

Especially when Mao Lan came out of the door of bright photography, Duan Tiandao felt a little uneven.

Being beautiful is really a great advantage. Although Mao Lan doesn't even wear light makeup today, he just wears a ponytail and a pair of big sunglasses, but he also has outstanding temperament.

Behind him was a huge mountaineering backpack. It seemed that because of the hot weather, the beautiful photographer took off the purple sportswear jacket, tied it at the waist and wore only the black T-shirt inside. The rare pair of beautiful protrusions tightly wrapped by the tight T-shirt showed her figure incisively and vividly.

The convex place is convex and the concave place is concave. The curve is exquisite and attractive.

To tell the truth, it was just a moment of amazement. Duan Tiandao suddenly wanted to go straight to the presidential suite of Haizhong Haoke Hotel, not a mountain forest.

"Hello, chairman." Mao Lan quickly got into the co pilot's seat, put his backpack in the back seat, smiled and hugged Duan Tiandao.

Huh? Another hug?

Duan Tiandao accepted without hesitation. It's a pity that there is a baffle between them. It's difficult to hug closely, but it doesn't affect his satisfaction. He stuck to the bright and clean face of the beautiful photographer and enjoyed the wonderful fragrance of her.

Mao Lan, who was held by a man, couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Today's Duan Tiandao tastes much better than yesterday, and her strength is much smaller. Inexplicably, it makes her feel some strange tenderness. Even when a man shaves his very clean cheek and pastes it on her cheek, it doesn't seem so difficult to be accepted.

"Let's go!"

Duan Tiandao didn't crave longer physical contact. He really just stepped on the accelerator after a polite hug. Although he was ordinary, his shining cheeks made people feel in a good mood.

Mao Lan took a deep breath and pressed down the messy mood in her heart. She took the initiative to chat with the man.

She couldn't help sneaking a look at the mountaineering backpack behind her. The black button on the backpack was the sneak shooting device she installed. As long as she pressed the ring shaped remote control in her hand, she could shoot at any time.

She didn't take a candid picture of this hug. After thinking about it all night yesterday, she still felt that the first thing to do was to let the man get used to his intimate contact and gradually put down his guard. In this way, the opportunity to shoot himself will appear at any time without being so deliberate.

Now it seems that this method is very effective.

I'm sure I can finish the task today!

Along the way, they both chatted happily for their different purposes. They were happy and harmonious.

"It's almost there." Duan Tiandao pointed to the corner of the earth slope in front of him. He glanced at Mao Lan, whose side face radian was also perfect. No matter what purpose this beautiful woman approached her for, how can a man not take the bait?

As for the result, whether the fish was caught or the fish swallowed the bait and slipped away... Hey hey.

The old forest in the southern suburb of nanchun is actually the edge of a primeval forest. It is a very famous hunting area in nanchun. It is early summer and the season of frequent small animal activities is coming. It is also a time for hunting lovers to come one after another.

Just as Duan Tiandao was about to enter the corner, suddenly there was an arrogant horn coming from the back of the car. From the inverted mirror, we can see that a convoy with a strong arrogance came up from behind his car.

All three are off-road vehicles, one Hummer and two Wranglers. Just looking at the domineering power of this group to cross the corner before Duan Tiandao, we know that these people are usually unscrupulous masters.

Duan Tiandao smiled.

This can't be regarded as a sneer, because he has never had the habit of bowing his head to anyone. It's just a habit, which has nothing to do with being cruel.

So he just slightly deviated the steering wheel, got stuck at the narrow slope, put on the brake, stopped the car at the intersection, and forcibly blocked all three cars behind him.

The three off-road vehicles had to brake hard together and nearly flew out of the cockpit. They became angry and scolded together.

Without saying a word, a burly young man jumped off the Humvee headed by him. He looks a little simple and honest. It's easy to give people a feeling of developed limbs and simple mind, but if you see the light in his eyes, you will know it's just an illusion.

The young man rushed to the cockpit of the black SUV. As soon as he got to the rear of the car, the black SUV suddenly started again. The engine sent out a huge roar, and the wheels whirled wildly on the ground, stirring the dust and gravel on the dirt road all over the sky and immediately pasting the young man's head and face!

"Cough! I'm x your mother! Die! " The young man coughed desperately twice. He was ready to rush forward without worrying about his eyes being lost!

Before halfway through, I saw the black SUV swaggering with its hips pouted and driving away triumphantly.

Youth: "

Two young people dressed in standard cross-country clothes jumped from the driver's seat of the two horse herders behind. They were tall and short. They were quite symmetrical. Their skills seemed very vigorous. They could see how much they had under their hands. They went to the burly young man together and politely photographed the dust for him: "Tang Shao, are you all right?"

"That's interesting." The young man called Tang Shao narrowed his eyes and looked at the slowly disappearing black SUV: "I haven't met anyone who dared to challenge Tang Handong for a long time."

"Wouldn't that be interesting?" A tired looking girl nestled in the co driver's seat of the Hummer. Only one face is enough to make her become the beauty of all kinds of men's dreams. Unfortunately, the slightly thick makeup brings a bit of fat and powder, and puts a coquettish label on her. At the moment, there is a charming smile: "anyway, I'm here to hunt. Isn't it more interesting to hunt people than animals?"

"Hey, hey." Tang Shao sneered: "it's a good idea. It's not in vain that I hurt you so much."

The girl smiled, as if her tired spirit had been swept away.

One tall and one short, the two young people sneered together: "it's really interesting."

The three had a tacit understanding. They unloaded their license plates and threw them into the trunk. They jumped on the bus again and chased the black SUV in front.

Duan Tiandao didn't know that he had been watched. His main focus was on the beauty around him. The beauty was looking at him curiously: "there are a lot of them. Aren't you afraid of losing?"

"Nothing." Duan Tiandao nodded solemnly: "if they want to trouble me, I will reason with them."

Mao Lan: "

Before long, they finally saw a small mountain village.

It is hard to imagine that a place where city people often come and go can still maintain this simple to almost pale style. A rag of "old forest hunting area" is flying on a shabby wooden pile at the entrance of the village. The handwriting is almost half off, and the dust gathered on it has not been changed for many years.

This scene brightened the eyes of the beautiful photographer. She habitually took out the camera from her backpack and began to take pictures.

The big purple lanterns, the half yellow fence, the old tractor that had long disappeared in the city, and even an innocent child standing in the distance grinning at her immediately became her collection.

Mao Lan hasn't traveled, but it's the first time she's met in such a remote place.

The small mountain village can be seen at a glance. Those shabby huts can't compare with those pure and beautiful ancient towns in the south of the Yangtze River, but they have a natural feeling of freedom that makes people forget to breathe.

Shabby and dirty, the wild child sprawled behind the fence or wall and stared at Mao Lan who had unknowingly got off the car. Seeing her approaching, he was scared to fly and ran to the back of the small earth slope 100 meters away. Then he leaned out his head carefully.

It's like this beautiful fairy who doesn't look like a human being is even more frightening than a flood.

Mao Lan: "

Duan Tiandao was more experienced. He didn't know where to find a big lollipop. When he got off the car, he shook at the wild child from a distance and said loudly, "tell me where the shop selling hunting gear here is. This is yours!"

The wild child jumped out from behind the earth slope, grabbed a lollipop from Duan Tiandao's hand, then stretched out a dirty little hand and whispered in a dialect: "I'll give another ten yuan."

Duan Tiandao: "

At last, the ten yuan was not wronged. Without the guidance of the wild child, no one would have thought that the shop would hide behind a dark wall on the outer edge of the village. There was a shocking slogan on the wall: "if you are not afraid of death, come to our seventy-seven Mile Shop to commit a crime!"

Mao Lan: "

Duan Tiandao: "

The two got out of the car, bypassed the wall and saw three tall iron holly. There was only a bare store under the iron holly. The full name of the store could hardly be seen on the gray sign at the door.

When I walked into the shop, I didn't see anyone.

In the middle of the main hall came a large and amazing ox horn bow, which stood a little higher than Mao Lan. Such a large bow and arrow was really unprecedented. The size of chopsticks was wrapped around the tip of the ox horn. With this domineering shape, anyone could see that the powerful power without the unstoppable courage of thousands of men could not be pulled away.

"Don't look, this bow is not for sale."

A rude voice sounded faintly from behind them. Then a bald man walked into the store door. The man was almost two meters away from his eyes. His cold expression brought out a rare sense of dignity and oppression. He didn't look like a native in a poor mountain valley, but like an expert living in seclusion, Or where he committed a big case and the bandits who came here.

Although Mao Lan's beauty can't be measured, the bandit didn't even look at her from the corners of his eyes. He just sat down on the master's chair with wild boar skin tied in the middle of the house: "say it, it's his own point, or I'll introduce it."