Mu Sen was investigating the possibility that Rong Luchi's mother was the mastermind behind the incident, but when Song Wanwan saw the news, it was another explosive one.
A few days later.
After taking a shower, my hair was wet. I took out my phone and saw the hot search headlines.
[Lu's president died in drunk driving]
Song Wanwan jumped up from the bed.
President Lu!
yes!!!
Lu Yiming? Died in a drunk driving accident?
Song Wanwan
Song Wanwan looked at the pictures of the scene.
I only saw a luxury car in the suburbs that was smashed to pieces.
The person lying on the ground was blurred.
Song Wanwan was so frightened that he took his cell phone and knocked on the door of the next room.
The door is not closed.
Song Wanwan pushed the door open and walked in.
I happened to run into Rong Luchi coming out of the bathroom.
Rong Luchi was wearing a pair of white home cotton pants, and his upper body was... naked...!
As she walked, she wiped her wet short black hair with a towel.
"Lu Yiming... uh..."
All I saw was his strong and hormonal body, eight abdominal muscles, well-defined skin tones, neither fat nor thin, without a trace of excess fat.
The plaster on his legs had been removed, and there was a bandage on his forehead that had been removed from the Band-Aid. He didn't look as miserable as he had in the past few days.
The well-proportioned muscle texture is filled with the scent of hormones. He is 1.83 meters tall, tall and straight, with a muscular body that shows off his muscular body even when he takes off his clothes. His strong arms and waist, and tight body are simply enough to make people have wild thoughts when they see him.
Song Wanwan is obsessed with abdominal muscles.
When he saw the muscles with healthy skin color and then looked at Rong Luchi's enchanting face, he immediately rolled his cunning eyes and pretended not to see anything.
Don’t look at what is indecent. Don’t look at what is indecent.
Song Wanwan turned around.
But how could such a stunned look and unusual behavior escape Rong Luchi's eyes?
I didn't expect this girl to like me without clothes. That's easy.
Rong Luchi walked towards her while wiping his hair.
As they got closer, Song Wanwan felt something was not right.
"What's wrong?" Rong Luchi's voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of bewitching.
"I just saw Lu Yiming died in a car accident."
"What's all the fuss about?"
"I want to say, what a coincidence, the person who kidnapped us last time also died in a car accident, and his body was mutilated." Song Wanwan turned his head and looked at Rong Luchi in disbelief.
It's so easy to take a person's life.
"Lu Yiming? He's very familiar with you?" Rong Luchi asked calmly.
After hearing this, Song Wanwan seemed to understand.
"Are you sure you're here to ask me something, not to see something else?"
The already evil face now had an even more evil aura after taking a bath.
Rong Luchi was tall and had a great figure. The water at the end of his hair slid down his wheat-colored skin, winding down along his sculpted features, passing his Adam's apple, and going down across his full chest.
The eight abdominal muscles were clearly visible on his flat waist and abdomen, and the hard muscle lines were filled with a strong smell of hormones. Song Wanwan's face was burning.
"It's okay, go ahead and see if you want." His seductive voice and just one sentence touched Song Wanwan's heartstrings.
Look up at his face.
I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out.
No one could hurt him except her.
He knew that he might hurt him and use him, but he was willing to do it... right?
Rong Luchi reached out and pinched her little face.
It feels tender and fleshy, and is especially easy to pinch.
When Song Wanwan slapped his claws away, Rong Luchi took her hand.
"You'll catch a cold if you don't dry your hair." Rong Luchi pulled him into the study and took out the hair dryer from the bathroom.
Song Wanwan sat on Rong Luchi's big chair, and Rong Luchi stood in front of her.
Song Wanwan looked at Rong Luchi warily.
This is quite different from a few days ago.
"Rong Luchi, do you remember something?"
He felt like a different person and returned to his previous state.
He blew her wet hair with extra care.
Song Wanwan blinked as he looked at the abdominal muscles that were so close to him.
Eyes wide open.
Rong Luchi chuckled and slowly dried her hair with a warm medium-speed blower.
Sister Song Wanwan sat there stiffly, her eyes fixed on the scene. Wow, his eight-pack abs were right in front of her. She really wanted to touch them, what should she do?
Oh my god! This beautiful body that I could only see on the computer is now right in front of me. What a great opportunity!
Song Wanwan's brain was hot.
Never mind, let’s touch it first.
She carefully stretched out her hand and then began to touch Rong Luchi's abdominal muscles crazily.
Didn't he say he didn't feel anything?
Maybe if I'm a little gentler he won't feel it.
Never mind, let’s touch it first.
She carefully stretched out her hand and then began to touch Rong Luchi's abdominal muscles crazily.
Didn't he say he didn't feel anything?
Maybe if I'm a little gentler he won't feel it.
Song Wanwan thought so in his heart, trying to cover up his mistake.
Suddenly, warm fingertips moved across my abdomen gently, as if a feather was brushing against my skin.
Fortunately, the sound of the buzzing hair dryer drowned out the noise, and Rong Luchi couldn't help but increase the hot air setting.
Song Wanwan has very long and thick hair.
Rong Luchi pretended to be helping her blow-dry her hair, but his attention had already been attracted by this naughty little woman.
The blood in the whole body flows backwards and gathers in one place.
Seeing that Rong Luchi didn't react, Song Wanwan stretched out her little hand and rubbed it slowly.
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