Rebirth in the 90s: Flirting with a Male God

Special Forces Officer Lu Beixiao has always subdued people with his fists. After getting together with Ye Qiao, he uses "dog food" (public displays of affection) to torment others!!! White...

Chapter 50 The girl suddenly pounced on him

Five people beat dozens of people to a pulp. Finally, the sounds of sirens and ambulances were heard in the distance.

"Retreat!" After all, this was not their territory. Ye Cheng gave an order and four people jumped into the car.

"Xiao Lu! Why don't you get in the car!" Dasha asked loudly.

"Don't worry about me, retreat!" Lu Beixiao said, and walked into the dark.

"Brother Xiao!" Ye Qiao shouted excitedly as her hero approached her. Under the light, tears sparkled in her eyes, glittering like stars. Regardless, she threw her arms around him. He reeked of sweat and blood, his T-shirt soaking through. But she loved the smell of blood!

Lu Beixiao didn't say a word. He clasped his iron arms around her slender waist, lifted her up slightly, and carried her out of the crowd.

There were several motorcycles parked on the roadside. He put her down, stretched out his long legs and sat on them. He started the motorcycle, and Ye Qiao immediately climbed onto the back seat, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.

With a step on the accelerator, the motorcycle rushed out of the noisy and chaotic scene like an arrow!

Forget everything else. At this moment, he just wanted to take her to a quiet place where no one would disturb her!

"Fuck, can anyone tell me why Xiao Lu got into a fight tonight?"

"Where's that guy?"

Several people in the off-road vehicle were discussing, and they seemed to have no idea that Lu Beixiao came out tonight for a woman!

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Heading east, there were fewer and fewer vehicles on the road, and the area became more and more spacious. The motorcycle was still moving forward at a speed of 120 miles per hour. The wind was so strong that it dried the sweat on his body, and it was finally not so hot!

The girl in the back seat hugged his waist tightly, her face pressed against his back.

The girl hasn't said anything. Could she have fallen asleep?

He slowed down the car.

Ye Qiao closed her eyes, buried her face in his broad, hard back, and greedily inhaled the scent of sweat, blood, and masculinity from his body...

After several shrill honks of the horn, she finally moved in the back seat.

"Brother Xiao, why did you come to N City? You didn't tell me on the phone because you wanted to give me a surprise, right? It turns out that the soldier who helped the old lady carry her luggage at the train station that day was you!" She said loudly with a smile.

“…” She actually saw it!

"Our brother Xiao is not only mighty and domineering, but also a warm-hearted and warm-hearted man!" she said loudly again, praising him from the heart.

Lu Beixiao said nothing.

The locomotive finally stopped by a river. There was a large area of ​​ruins on the river bank, and it was deserted.

Ye Qiao got out of the car.

"Brother Xiao, are you hurt? Let me check for you!" She asked loudly as she watched him get off the motorcycle. The motorcycle headlights were still on, and bloodstains were clearly visible on his face and arms. She wondered if he had injured himself.

Just as she was about to look at his arm, he dodged her hand without saying a word. She wanted to look at the other one, but he did the same thing.

Ye Qiao frowned and looked at him leaning against the motorcycle, not saying a word. He was wearing a baseball cap with a low brim, so his expression could not be seen clearly.

"What's wrong? Speak..." she asked a little nervously.

"Girl, think about what you said that night in the compound!" He finally spoke lazily.

That night in the compound...

Ye Qiao immediately tried to recall: Lu Beixiao was leaning against the motorcycle, taking off his hat, crossing his arms over his chest, waiting.

Girl, you'd better remember this!

otherwise……

Just when Lu Beixiao thought she had forgotten, the little girl suddenly pounced on him, her soft lips gripping his, her nimble, pink, tender tongue darting in...

He finally raised his lips in satisfaction, and clasped her waist with his backhand, hooking his fiery tongue around hers.