Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

She touched the cup on the bedside table, put her hand behind Hu Dingkun's head, and slammed it down.

With a bang, the cup was not broken, Hu Dingkun's head was broken, and blood flowed from the back of his head to his neck. He shook his body, touched his head, and smiled.

"Do you know how my three ex-wifes died?"

Hu Dingkun squeezed her wrist.

咣——

The cup fell to the ground and broke.

With blood in his hands, he grabbed her neck, his eyes were cracked: "I'm not obedient."

The elevator is under maintenance, and there are footsteps and voices in the stairwell, echoing in the empty, gloomy space.

"Don't mess with me, do you hear me!"

Ms. Tan told her face on the phone.

Chen Debao didn't take it seriously: "That old thing Hu Dingkun is so cheap?" He was not reconciled. He had been thinking about that little girl for several years.

Ms. Tan still doesn’t know his careful thoughts: “That’s for you too. Don’t do anything to me. Hu Dingkun agreed. If he succeeds, he will give us two million, which is exactly the amount that can be paid for you. Make up the money."

There were footsteps behind, and Chen Debao didn't care: "The Lu family is now the head of the four major families in the imperial capital, and Chen Xiangtai is worth more than two million."

According to Lu Xinglan's worth, Chen Xiangtai is worth two hundred million.

Speaking of Ms. Lu Jia Tan, he was angry: "The Lu family is unrefined. No matter how rich it is, it is not as good as Hu Dingkun. He can say that when Xiangtai gets married, he will give us a few more apartments."

Chen Debao was still unwilling: "I knew that someone else would be cheaper, I should have done her first."

The footsteps behind him suddenly stopped.

Chen Debao turned his head, before he could see the person clearly, he was kicked on the ground. He landed on his buttocks, and the mobile phone left his hand. He made a few noises and fell downstairs.

He hugged his stomach and took a breath of pain: "You fucking—"

Now I see people clearly.

Lu Xinglan.

He wore a black suit, no tie, a black shirt with buttons on top, and black leather shoes under his feet. He walked over without any haste and stepped on Chen Debao's hand.

"Ahhhhh-"

The screams turned on the voice control lights in the entire corridor.

Lu Xinglan looked down: "Don't call it."

Too noisy.

He stepped on Chen Debao's hand to pass by, walked to door 604, and rang the doorbell.

But no one came to open the door.

He looked at Chen Debao: "The key."

Chen Debao roared blushingly: "Why should I give it to you!"

Why?

Lu Xinglan slammed his head on the door, making comparisons heavier: "Will you give it?"

Uncle Tan at the back was shocked.

After seven or eight hits, Chen Debao felt that he was going to have a concussion, and he was almost vomiting. He twitched his limbs and rolled his eyes and said, "Hey, here."

He shivered and took out the key.

Lu Xinglan took the key, opened the door, and found that there was a chain behind the door. At this moment, he heard the man's crazy laugh.

"What's the use of being upright? It's not about being **** by me."

At that time, Lao Tan had only one idea: it's over.

Lu Xinglan kicked the door open, took a chair and rushed into the room, and hit the man's back severely.

The man fell to the ground, fell on the broken glass, and immediately saw blood.

The girl's coat on the bed was torn, and the white sweater was stained with blood, still shaking: "Lu Xinglan..."

She bit her lip and didn't cry, but her red eyes burst into tears after seeing him.

Lu Xinglan covered her with a quilt: "It won't be anymore." He kissed the pinch on her neck, and heard his voice trembling, "I won't be late in the future."

He has lived for twenty-eight years, and for the first time he has tasted the taste of walking on the tip of a knife. Just those few steps, he walked like this, thrilling, terrified, painful... Since his birth, he has been different from ordinary people. When others were tasting the tastes of the world, he was slumbering. He rarely felt great compassion and joy, and he had never experienced the great ups and downs from heaven to hell.

But he just tasted it, his world, his **** and heaven.

"not late."

She said it was not too late.

But it's not too late, did she cry?

Lu Xinglan kissed her eyes: "Hey, close your eyes." He was about to lose control.

She was behaved and closed her eyes.

Lu Xinglan stood up, stepped on the shards of glass all over the floor, looking at the man on the ground who was still wailing.

Lao Tan had a bad feeling, and quickly stepped forward to stop him: "Shao Lu."

"Step aside."

Old Tan refused: "Please think twice."

As long as Lu Xinglan still has some sense, he should know that he can't fight. Once he fights, the opponent will definitely bite back.

But Lu Xinglan was irrational.

He pushed Lao Tan away, picked up the chair, and hit Hu Dingkun.

"what!"

"what!"

"..."

Lu Xinglan hit harder than ever.

Hu Dingkun screamed weaker than ever. He was rolling on the ground with pain, and the ground was full of glass, and it was a puddle of blood.

Old Tan looked startled.

"Can't fight anymore." Old Tan advised, "It will kill people."

Lu Xinglan unbuttoned the suit, his pupils were red: "This kind of animal deserves to die."

He raised the chair in his hand and continued to smash to death.

Hu Dingkun still barked at first, but stopped barking later.