Chapter 67: Team Leader Jin's Heaven and Hell
Cui Bingzhen's mind went blank.
He doesn't want to die.
If a Korean came here, he might not know who this young man is.
But he knows.
As long as the other party is not happy, I am afraid that even my soul will not have a good life after I die.
"I really didn't know he was Master Fang's man. I was already grateful to have met Master Fang once. If I had known he was Master Fang's man, I wouldn't have dared to be so presumptuous even if my soul had been taken away."
Cui Bingzhen kowtowed like pounding garlic.
But the floor was covered with thick, luxurious carpet.
There is no sound when you knock on it.
In order to show his sincerity, Cui Bingzhen hurriedly knelt down and took a few steps back.
Bang your head against the wall.
Boom boom boom.
The walls made loud noises when they hit each other.
Fang Zuo touched his chin.
"Hit me hard enough to make me change my mind, and I'll spare your life."
It’s not that I’m soft-hearted.
Since the people in the Taoist sect have a big plan, we don’t know who it is or for what purpose.
Then if we keep him alive, we can continue watching this show.
Fang Zuo stood up and walked next door.
Fang Zuo came to the door and pushed it gently.
The door was ajar.
There was no light on inside.
From the door, you can see the floor-to-ceiling glass in the inner hall, and all the curtains are drawn.
The moonlight shines in, the light is indescribably ambiguous.
Fang Zuo walked in and closed the door behind him.
"So fast, have you washed it clean? I have a mysophobia."
The woman inside heard the door close and let out a sweet voice.
Fang Zuo walked in slowly.
Jin Meiting was standing in front of the glass window holding a hair dryer, blowing her light purple hair.
An eye patch is worn on the eyes to protect the eyelashes and eye circles.
Even if she had just taken a shower, she still put on some delicate makeup.
Wearing a pair of diamond stud earrings that sparkle in the dark.
The bright red lips are very eye-catching in the moonlight.
The upper body is a strapless black mesh bra.
A pair of huge objects were wrapped in a mesh of silk as thin as a cicada's wing.
The fine fishing net-like texture was stretched out of shape.
Below was a black fabric thong that was only the size of the palm of your hand.
Very low position.
Revealing the round belly button and snow-white belly.
It was barely covered by a small piece of fabric.
The black silk thong was tied into bows on both sides of the hips.
A pair of black fishnet stockings extended from the toes to just above the knees.
The top of the stockings is embroidered with a circle of exquisite lace, which binds the snow-white thighs.
Even during maintenance.
Kim Mi-jeong was still wearing a pair of red high-heeled shoes with stilettos.
Stand with your legs straight, one in front of the other.
Lengthen the legs.
The posture is extremely elegant.
"Why don't you speak?"
Jin Meiting felt something was wrong.
According to that person's character, he would have rushed over long ago. How could he be so silent?
She put down the hair dryer and took off her eye mask.
"Is it you?"
Jin Meiting opened her red lips slightly, her little face showing extreme shock.
"As the president of a hotel, you actually checked the room numbers of customers?"
"Don't think that just because it's your hotel, you can just go in and out of guests' rooms as you please."
"I tell you, you are committing a crime. Not only has it violated your country's laws, but it will also affect the diplomatic relations between South Korea and Japan."
"Get out right now, or else."
"Otherwise, believe it or not, if I shout, someone will come in and catch you right away."
Fang Zuo walked to Jin Meiting's side and looked at the gorgeous night view of Tokyo city outside the window.
A faint scent of perfume and hair wafts into the nose.
"Are you talking about Cui Bingzhen next door?" Fang Zuo turned his head and laughed, "I'm afraid he might kill himself and ruin the reputation of my hotel."
"Let me ask you a question. Do you have any other mission here?"
Jin Meiting was a little wary: "What do you mean?"
"The so-called mission of coming here to exchange Korean culture and form a Japanese-Korean girl group, are there any other tasks?"
Fang Zuo took a step forward and approached Jin Meiting, smiling playfully.
Jin Meiting's heart was in turmoil.
It seems that Cui Bingzhen was really subdued by him.
She knew Choi Byung-jin's abilities.
Over the years, almost all presidential candidates in South Korea have gone to Taizhen Temple for advice.
Not to mention the Korean politicians, even many businessmen, including the one behind him, are like this.
In South Korea, the status of business tycoons exceeds that of the president.
How many presidents have been deposed by another hostile business group before their term was even completed?
Went to prison.
What is the origin of this person? Jin Meiting thought about what Fang Zuo had just said.
She certainly knew that the South Korean government had other purposes.
But I was not told what it was specifically.
Jin Meiting suddenly stood up and kicked Fang Zuo.
But the next moment, she found that she was just thinking about it.
The legs and body were motionless.
It was as if I had lost control.
Jin Meiting tried to take a half step back and was unexpectedly successful.
My heart feels cold.
Tried again and it was still the same.
In other words, I am in control of my body and everything is normal.
But the only thing her body wouldn't obey was the thought of disobeying this man.
Fang Zuo extended his hand expressionlessly.
Gently stroke the outline of Jin Meiting's red lips.
Jin Meiting's whole body trembled.
Clamp your legs together.
Every part of the body is rejoicing.
She didn't understand why. Shouldn't she avoid him out of disgust? Fang Zuo's hand slowly moved down to Jin Meiting's straight chin and collarbone.
Then he pinched it hard with his five fingers.
"I heard you have mysophobia?"
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Jin Meiting wakes up from a coma.
It's more than just sweating profusely.
My whole body feels like it has been fished out of water.
She lay limply on the carpet.
I never knew I could be so satisfied.
Satisfied as if hollowed out.
Wait until Fang Zuo opens his eyes and regulates his breathing.
It was already the afternoon of the second day.
This large-scale harvest helped the broken Nascent Soul to recover a lot.
Jin Meiting in front of him looked pale.
Without the lipstick, the plump lips were devoid of any color.
Her originally round cheeks looked a little thinner.
Overnight.
There are even a few white hairs.
There is a kind of morbid beauty mixed in with the purple hair and the still charming and voluptuous body.
Her eyes were blurry, but she still kept pestering Fang Zuo.
Tiny beads of sweat covered the entire body.
Fang Zuo waved his hand and Jin Meiting fell down.
Soundly sleeping.
This woman is still useful.
When we arrived at Cui Bingzhen's room next door, we saw his head was covered in blood.
He was also knocked unconscious.
Fortunately, some of the Taoists did not die.
Fang Zuo cast a Qi and blood spell on Cui Bingzhen to wake him up.
"Master Fang." Cui Bingzhen opened his eyes and saw Fang Zuo, and quickly returned to his kneeling position.
"That's the end of it." Fang Zuo said calmly, "You haven't seen me, understand?"
Cui Bingzhen was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly, knowing that he had finally escaped danger and was about to thank Fang Zuo.
"Tell me your mission here." Fang Zuo said.
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