See You Tonight, Master Su

The area was small and the target was in the residential building near the river they were waiting for. Liao Chang had personally brought someone over to step on it before, and he was quite familiar with the environment here. Soon, with the cooperation of the scouts, he found the home where the "Dragon handle" lived.

It was not difficult for Liao Chang to open the door and unlock it. Even the tightest lock was less than ten seconds.

Click - it's locked.

A large foot kicked the door open and the few of them rushed straight into the bedroom. In the bedroom, a naked man was shuffling his woman until the cold gun hit his head. Only then did he recover from his trance and hold the frightened woman in his arms, huddle under the blanket, and look at the sudden intruder.

"What do you do? Why break into a house?!"

"Fuck you!" A gunshot camel hit him on the head. Liao chang glanced at the woman and thought that this kind of person was working so hard too, but he said in a businesslike manner, "Who is your grandfather? Don't you know? Stop pretending. Put on your pants and follow me."

With that, he turned his body and tilted his head.

"Take it away."

Although it was easy to say, Liao Chang was a little conflicted. Because, this person is not the gang's escaping dragon handle. However, since he had an affair with his woman, there was no doubt that he could get something out of it.

The man's lips trembled with fear. Seeing that they were holding guns, he thought that long ba zi had sent someone to deal with him. He got up and put on his clothes, trembling and chattering. He obediently shrank his shoulders and followed behind. Before he left, he looked at the woman on the bed again.

The night rain in m country is a little urgent today.

Under the cover of night, no one noticed anything unusual about the few figures coming out of the residential building. More quickly than expected, liao chang took five or six people, a total of less than ten minutes before and after that, long ba that old lover, and her old lover were found out together.

After putting away the gun, he walked to Su Minglang's window and reported the arrest to him regretfully.

"Boss, both of them are here. What should we do?"

Su Minglang's brows were slightly furrowed, and there was an indistinguishable gloom on the outline of his face.

"Bring it back to london first."

Now the gang's henchmen had been cut clean. But long took that man as the leader of the gang and had been rooted in the m country for more than a year or two. According to the investigation, his network was deeply intertwined and should have been connected to Suzie many years ago.

Now, to find him in this place where m country is hiding, it will not be easy in a short time.

However, no matter what, he had to be found.

Only when these advantageous figures were in Su Minglang's hands one by one, could he make a better deal with the person in the dark, make things easier, and not be passive every time.

By the time they got back, it was already dark.

It was still raining outside, but the room was a little stuffy without air conditioning.

He did not hear the woman's voice, but the closer he got to the room, the more Su Minglang's heart throbbed. Speaking of which, he was no longer a young man, but ever since he had been so out of control last night and destroyed the world and killed her, he felt that the resentment he had been complaining about for years had faded a lot.

Turn the door, there's no one in the bedroom...

Where is it? He frowned and soon heard the sound of water running in the bathroom.

His mind moved a little and he slowly paced over. Because in his bedroom, the bathroom door was unlocked, and with a hiss, he easily pulled it open.

Under the misty light, the woman squatted down in obvious discomfort, leaning against the wall, her arched body covered in a thin porcelain film that was particularly eye-catching.

She was washing her hair, and some white foam slowly dripped down between her fingers, winding down along the dents of her smooth body, with a different style.

Su Minglang looked at her boldly, his eyes gliding across the white beauty of her body. Thinking of the soft and delicate touch, his adam's apple was stuck, and he could not help but think of how captivating it was when he entered her.

On the thought of it, a rush of blood rushed through his heart and he immediately reacted.

"Honey..."

With such a big living man standing there, Tong Hua had already found him. But apart from the shock in his heart, he did not show any greater reaction, nor did he show any fear like an injured little girl.

Without looking at him, she should have washed her hair, washed her hair, and washed her hair. Her voice was neither salty nor light.

"I don't need anyone to wash with me, Minglang. Go out."

When she said that, Su Minglang was shocked.

Why is your throat so mute? His heart ached for a moment, and his eyes fell on the little woman's white porcelain skin once again. Those deep and shallow marks were almost all over his body, one after another, almost in full bloom as if they were talking about his atrocities.

Therefore, even if she was so beautiful that she stole his heart and soul, he did not dare to act presumptuously.

For the first time, Su Minglang was a little upset and didn't dare to walk over.

"Are you feeling better?"

"...

Tong Hua didn't say a word. Could she be better? However, even if she was holding herself up, she had to come over and wash the sticky ointment off her body. Moreover, when she thought about his behavior, she wanted to wash it from head to toe. Standing or sitting, there was no place in her body that didn't hurt.

Suddenly, she thought of Ai Mu's words.

One day, he would have to get those marks on him and let him have a taste of it.

Cucumber? Banana? Or eggplant?

Evil thoughts flashed in her mind, and more light shone in her bright eyes.

When Su Minglang saw her bright eyes, he was overjoyed. The awkwardness was gone.

How would he know that his woman was thinking about how to explode his chrysanthemum? Thinking that she was really not angry with herself, she stepped over in two or three steps, ignoring the fact that the water would wet her clothes, carefully circled her waist, and happily pecked her cheek, pretending to be a lamb.

"Come on, baby, let me wash your hair."

"Get lost..."

The word "Roar" was originally a word of annoyance. However, tong tian's voice was broken, and his strength was not enough. When he fell into the man's ear, he naturally lost a lot of deterrence and treated it as sweet talk between husband and wife. Shamelessly, he pulled her over and found a soft bath spot to cushion her. He helped her sit down and rubbed her white foam scalp with ten fingers.

"Don't be stubborn. I know you're not well. My husband is here to serve you."

He was clearly a wolf, but he had to pretend to be a sheep.

Tong Hua scolded in his heart. Although he didn't want to follow him, his body was not very agile, and his hands and feet were a few beats slower. Since he wanted to serve, he had to wash it.

Of course, the other reason why she was obedient was that she didn't want to provoke him to become a beast again. The terrible experience of last night was still in front of her. If she had to do it again now, she would have to head over and die.

Fortunately, apart from washing her hair and bathing her, Su Minglang did not only behave like a hooligan, but also did every move carefully, afraid that it would hurt her. After washing, he took out a large bath towel and carried her out to put her away. He wiped her hair and blew dry her hair. He served her very carefully. That guy was simply a typical example of "Holding her in his palm for fear of falling off, holding her in his mouth for fear of melting."

But even so, Tong Hua did not say a word.

He didn't refuse, didn't object, didn't pander, didn't look at him, and treated him like a free worker.

Su Minglang looked at her for a long time and was surprised.

This woman, is she sick?

Thinking about the rain last night and the fact that she was tired again, it was entirely possible. He carefully poked her forehead, and when he saw no sign of fever, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Honey, are you okay?"

"Yes."

The lukewarm answer made Su Minglang feel even more uncomfortable.

"Wait a minute, I'll get you some medicine."

"Yes." It was just a word. Tong Hua didn't like to talk to him.

The corner of her lips twitched violently, and Su Minglang became a little anxious when he saw that she was about to die. He took out a tube of Shiguang's special ointment from the medicine cabinet, went back to the inner room to wash his hands, and then carefully squatted beside her.

"Baby, come on, my husband will give you medicine."

He came to apply the medicine? Tong Hua almost choked on his saliva. Although he was the one who took the medicine last night, she passed out at that time after all. And now, she had to split her legs and let him do it. How would she want to?

She snatched the ointment from his hand. Her ears were burning, but her voice was cold.

"I'll do it myself. You can go out."

Frowning unhappily, Su Minglang stared at her and said, "Why should I go out? If my husband makes a mistake, he can change it. If he's hurt, he can cure it, right?"

"...

Scoundrel!

Tong Hua looked at him with heavy eyes.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth. Su Minglang saw that she was silent and quickly wrapped his hands around her shoulders. He pressed her down and laid her down. Then he took the ointment from her hand again.

"Good girl, I can't see that. It's not convenient to apply the medicine. I'll do it."

"Su Minglang, are you going to die if you don't bully me?"

Silly daughter-in-law, your heart will ache when your husband dies. Besides, where haven't I seen you before? Why are you twisting?!"

Tong Hua glanced at him and felt suffocated, but he did not have the strength or courage to fight with him. With no choice but to shut up and pretend to be calm, he squeezed the ointment on his index finger and slowly leaned over.

"Hiss -"

It hurts when you touch it.

She glared at him, trying to shut up, but she could not help but gasp.

Su Minglang's heart ached when he saw her frowning so tightly that his hands could not be any lighter. How could he dare to flirt with her? Slowly, she put the ointment on in circles and applied it evenly. She fainted inside and outside, not leaving a single spot behind, but still coaxed her in a low voice.

"Hold it in. It'll be all right after the medicine is applied. It'll be all right soon."

Damn it!

Tong Hua cursed in his heart, biting his lower lip and not calling out.

In fact, Su Minglang didn't feel well either. He looked at the two red and swollen pieces of the little woman that he had made. It was remorse, heartache, and frustration. Why couldn't he control it? What was more annoying was that even though he didn't have any dirty thoughts, how could his body not warm up when the beautiful scenery was right in front of him?

His little woman is really good-looking. Like a little pink flower, it was small, soft, and gently wriggling... The feeling from his fingertips made his heart tingle. After a wild beat in his chest, it was still incredibly hard!

Sensing his gaze, Tong Hua was startled.

His deep eyes were filled with simple and straightforward desires, and she knew what that meant.

Her face turned pale, and she hurriedly put her hands around her arms, her legs closed, and reflexively raised her body to a defensive state, speaking hoarsely.

"You, stop thinking about it?! If you come again, I will die to show you."

Su Minglang could not help but smile bitterly when she was stung by the guard in her eyes. She had suffered for the past few days, and now it was not easy for her husband and wife to recover. But what happened? How could she lose control of herself and hurt her wife like this? He stood up, put down the ointment, washed his hands and came out, carefully hugging her, sighing, comforting and comforting.

Don't be afraid of me. Honey, last night..."

"Stop talking." Tong Hua frowned and interrupted him.

Gently pinching her shoulder, Su Minglang saw how pitiful she was, and he couldn't help but laugh and cry. He pecked her forehead. "What the hell are you afraid of? My husband is a beast, and I can't touch you right now."

The nervous mind was comforted, but Tong Hua was at a loss.

I don't want to do that. Why are you hugging and kissing me?

Forget it, forget it!

Her eyelids quivered and she slowly closed them.

"Then get some rest. I'm going to bed."

"You haven't slept enough after a whole day?"

Su Minglang did not let go of his hand that was holding her. He gently brushed her face with his fingers, forcing her to open her eyes again and look at herself. Then, as if declaring sovereignty, he held her head firmly, stared into her eyes, and said it word by word.

"Honey, remember, you've been my woman all your life."

Tong Hua was a little uncomfortable with the burning light in the bottom of his eyes.

She let out a soft hum, but she didn't say yes or no.

Su Minglang hooked the corners of her wicked lips and pointed her forehead, nose, lips, bit by bit down, counting them one by one, with a domineering and flamboyant air. "Here, here, and here... All of them belong to her husband alone. Understand?"

His fingertips were a little hot, and Tong Hua stared at him, speechless.

Both of them are like this. Isn't she already his? Does he need to announce his presence to himself so seriously?

From a psychological point of view, people who repeatedly emphasize the ownership of something have a strong sense of unease and loss about the thing itself. If this object was a person, then he had an emotional experience of suffering from gain and loss, which made him feel afraid involuntarily, afraid that he could not control it, afraid that something belonging to him would be forcibly taken away by other forces.

Obviously, she was very important to him.

But with such a rational analysis, it seems that Su Minglang is really guilty now, or else he wouldn't have such a look.

Su Minglang felt more and more guilty as she stared at mao with an angry and displeased gaze. He lowered his head and looked at her with a twinkle in his eyes. His expression was focused and his tone was sincere.

"Baby, be good, don't be angry with your husband, huh?"

When she regained her composure, Tong Hua moistened the dry corners of her mouth.

"No, because - it's not worth it."

Su Minglang was even more irritated by the fact that he was not worthy of the title. Grinding his teeth, he couldn't do anything about her.

He held her languid body in his arms, his chin against the top of her hair, for a long time -

The two of them did not say a word, and the room was silent.

After a while, he suddenly thought of something, reached out to lift her chin, and looked at her in all directions, his eyes complicated and deep.

"When you get better, I'll take you somewhere."

"Hmm?!"

Tong Hua's voice was light, not sure if he had answered or not.

His fingers caressed the corners of her pink lips, and his eyes flashed strangely, as if waiting to open a sleeping magic box, his voice filled with an incredible tenderness.

"There is a temple held by an eminent monk in china. There is something I wrote a few years ago. Would you be interested to see it?"

Written a few years ago?

A few years ago, she wasn't with him. What was there to see? Seeing his inexplicable and uncomfortable expression, Tong Hua could guess that it must have been written after leaving her.

Hmph, what happened last night made Tong Hua a little angry. Naturally, she couldn't let Su Minglang succeed. Of course, she had to act indifferent and uninterested.

Tugging at the corner of her lips, she pulled away his large hand that was rubbing his lips, shook her head feebly, yawned, pushed him away and fell onto the bed.

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

Su Minglang's eyes darkened, and the corner of his lips curled up a little.

Tong Hua had suffered so much this time that she didn't even think about it. She had been unable to move for three whole days. She had to walk against the wall and her legs were trembling. It was not as if she had been attacked by a man, but rather as if she had been beaten up.

After resting in the room for three days, his body began to get better. The pain in his lower head finally subsided and he was able to move freely, but the marks on his body did not disappear.

She was too embarrassed to go out and meet people, especially a group of wolves.

Until the fifth day, the red, red and purple slowly faded, and the body was completely clean. At this point, Su Minglang's affair was over. The vacation that she and Zuo Ai had invited had arrived, and her poor honeymoon was almost over. Although the boss was Su Minglang, Tong Hua had told her long ago that she would not make such a relationship. It was impossible.

The only consolation was that the bird and beast had discovered their conscience. For the past five days, she had been serving her like an aunt. Whatever she said, she hugged her to sleep at night, and did not force her to do it again except for a nudge.

However, the good food and drink to provide for, daily medication and bathing, for what?

In her opinion, in the end, she just wanted to raise her well and then act like a beast.

Thinking so, but women are women, especially married women, married women, one day hate, two days resentment, three days and four days later, some emotions, slowly faded. After all, she was his wife, and even if she was a little over the top, no one would be able to take it out to avenge her.

Slowly, in his goodness, she gradually felt much relieved...

Of course, being relieved doesn't mean that she just likes to talk to him, at least give him some color to see, otherwise the next time she does it again, she will really die.