National male god A exploded

Chapter 908 Think I Don't Recognize You?
The upstairs box of the hotel.

After entering the door, Qiao Qinghai slammed the door shut.

Qiao Qing's voice at the customs gate was too loud, and Shen Yun's heart also trembled.

After the door of the box was closed, Qiao Qinghai specially locked the door.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the box is very low.

There were only Shen Yun and Qiao Qinghai in the box.

Shen Yun was dressed thinly, and goose bumps soon appeared on his bare arms, half of which were from the cold, and half of which were from Qiao Qinghai's nausea.

"Mr. Qiao, you...why did you lock the door?" Shen Yun asked cautiously.

"Why, of course it is convenient to do bad things."

The smile on Qiao Qinghai's face became more and more presumptuous.

"Mr. Qiao, I...I want to go out to the bathroom."

"You don't need to go out, there is a toilet in the box, and I just want to use it, so let's go together?"

Without outsiders, Qiao Qinghai's words became more and more explicit, and the expression on his face became more and more obscene. There was no gentleman in front of Shen Qiusheng at all.

"Come on, have a few drinks with me first."

Qiao Qinghai picked up the wine glass, as if to feed Shen Yun a drink himself.

"Mr. Qiao, I don't know how to drink."

Shen Yun naturally knew that there was something in the wine and he couldn't drink it.

"It's okay, this is red wine, you won't get drunk, women can still beautify their skin if they drink too much."

While speaking, Qiao Qinghai's fat hands slid from Shen Yun's shoulders to her slender waist.

"Come and have a drink with Mr. Joe, just one."

Qiao Qinghai's hand on Shen Yun's waist was still down.

The place further down was only touched by Sun Zhinan, and Shen Yun became more and more uncomfortable.

When Qiao Qinghai's hand was about to touch his buttocks, Shen Yun pushed Qiao Qinghai away with a scream, and accidentally knocked over the wine glass in Qiao Qinghai's hand, spilling red wine all over Qiao Qinghai.

"Little sister, do you not give Mr. Qiao face like this?"

The smile on Qiao Qinghai's face faded away little by little, his fleshy face quickly darkened, and there was even a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.

Shen Yun felt that something was wrong and wanted to run away.

Of course, it was too late.

Before Shen Yun could take two steps, Qiao Qinghai grabbed Shen Yun's hair with his fat hands.

Although Qiao Qinghai looked fat, his strength was surprisingly strong.

Qiao Qinghai made money from dead people, so he was extremely sensitive to danger.

Qiao Qinghai recognized Shen Yun as early as when Shen Yun approached him.

"Bitch, I've wronged you for letting you drink, huh?"

Qiao Qinghai grabbed Shen Yun's hair with one hand, and Shen Yun's head was forced back.

Holding the wine glass, Qiao Qinghai choked her chin with his thick muzzle, and forcibly poured red wine into Shen Yun's mouth.

Shen Yun clenched his teeth, preferring to die.

"Okay, you have a lot of backbone!"

"I gave you backbone!"

"Slap!" Qiao Qinghai slapped Shen Yun's face hard with his fat palm.

Shen Yun was slapped and flew upside down, and his body hit the coffee table hard.

The tea set on the coffee table clanged and fell to the ground.

Ignoring the pain in his head, Shen Yun quickly wanted to pick up the fork on the ground.

"Bitch, do you still want to kill me? Think I don't recognize you? You're as cheap as your mother, slut!"

As soon as Shen Yun's hand touched the fork, the back of his hand was stepped on by Qiao Qinghai's heavy foot.

The burning pain from the back of the hand being stepped on by the man's foot.

Shen Yun ignored the pain in his hand, opened his mouth and bit Qiao Qinghai's calf.

Qiao Qinghai couldn't dodge in time and was bitten.

His calf hurt, Qiao Qinghai was furious, he raised his hand and slapped Shen Yun's face again.

Shen Yun was slapped aside by Qiao Qinghai, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

(End of this chapter)