Chapter 279 Come on, crush me with power, or I will smash your head

"Sister, good evening, where is Xixi?"

In the luxuriously decorated villa, Han Qiao sat on the sofa and looked around. There was only Liu Xiaoli in the huge villa.

It was dim and there was no headlight on the living room. A candle was burning. Han Qiao looked at Liu Xiaoli through the coffee table.

The candle is jumping.

After taking a hot bath, Liu Xiaoli's skin was pink and firm, and her white loose sweatshirt added a bit of youth. Her wide-leg pants were charming in waistline, which made her legs look long and straight...

My heart was nervous, my back was tense, and my red lips were pursed...

It has the charm of a mature beauty and the shyness of a girl...

"She..." Liu Xiaoli stroked her long wavy hair, revealing her snow-white neck, wearing white cotton slippers on her feet, and sitting on the sofa with her legs. Her tight figure was as charming as a girl, with a cold face without expression, and she said dullly in her throat: "She's out."

"Oh." Han Qiao put down the water cup in his hand and asked knowingly: "So Xixi sent me a message and asked me to have dinner. Actually, it was my sister who sent it."

"It's me."

Liu Xiaoli was in a mess, like rain hitting a banana leaf. She looked at Han Qiao, and her hands were subconsciously placed on her chest, bulging, pursing her lips tightly, thinking for a while: "Xiaoqiao, I didn't pursue the matter last time, and I don't plan to investigate now, but..."

"What happened last time?" Han Qiao stood up and interrupted Liu Xiaoli's words directly. He looked at Liu Xiaoli's eyes with a smile on his lips: "I have always regarded you as my good sister. Do you have other ideas?"

"You are really my good brother."

The candles and candlelight in the living room were faint, Han Qiao was tall, and the shadow on the wall behind him was hideous. Liu Xiaoli looked at Han Qiao's evil face, raised her chin, and the two of them looked anxious. Finally, Liu Xiaoli was holding her long legs under her wide-leg pants, lying on the sofa, and her feet were hooked with slippers: "I'm here, do you dare?"

Liu Xiaoli looked provocative and helpless.

Even with a hint of panic, her snow-white and tight throat twitching, Han Qiao smiled, sat back on the sofa, spread her hands and said simply: "Sister, you know, although I am currently the official 21, but I am actually only 19, and I am just a young man, and I don't understand these meanings..."

"If it's okay, I'll go back."

As he said that, he stood up and prepared to leave.

Putting his hand on the door handle, he was about to go out. Liu Xiaoli's dull voice came: "Stop."

Han Qiao turned around and smiled: "Sister, can't we be more honest?"

The candle went out with a "splash".

I couldn't see my five fingers in the living room.

Han Qiao was about to open the door, and there was a warm ball in the darkness. It was very close to him, and the fragrant body fragrance and body temperature were luring him. Han Qiao was able to reach out and he coughed, impatient: "Sister, turn on the lights, I know there is no power outage."

"You don't have to test me anymore, these are useless to me."

Han Qiao is not a fool.

Liu Xiaoli is old, so it’s not a matter of minutes to control him...

If not unexpected.

This girl is waiting for her.

I remembered the painful experience of a fairy dancing...

Han Qiao is already a qualified red-light assassin...

Liu Xiaoli was revealed her preparation, and subconsciously held the recorder tightly, calmed her mind, and forced herself to: "What do you want?"

"What do you think of is sister?" Han Qiao leaned into the door: "It's not that my sister asked me to come for dinner, I thought I was thinking of me as Xixi."

"I didn't expect my sister to treat me like this..."

"You want to be Sissi?"

"Aren't I the same age as her?"

“That’s all?”

"So what?" Han Qiao asked back.

"Bang"

The living room suddenly lit up. Han Qiao looked over and shivered. Liu Xiaoli was holding a recorder in one hand and a knife in the other. Whenever she said the wrong thing just now, whether it was a recorder or a knife, it was enough to drink a pot.

Liu Xiaoli threw away the recording pen, slammed it into pieces, put the knife on the shoe cabinet, walked straight to the kitchen, and tied her hair with both hands, bare her neck, turned around and smiled: "Come here and have a meal."

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Hearty dishes on the dining table.

Feelings are first and then rituals.

Liu Xiaoli held a bowl of hot soup and handed it to Han Qiao, saying lightly: "What are you going to do if you are going to do with the Tianlong Batu?"

"I invested 10 million." Han Qiao took the soup, opened a bottle of wine, filled a glass, smelled it, and the fragrance filled it, and placed it in front of Liu Xiaoli.

"So it's you." Liu Xiaoli looked at the red wine glass, frowned, then lifted up and stuffed her mouth, dyed her red lips, and laughed at herself: "You are really contemptuous."

Han Qiao pretended to be like: "Sister, you're talking nonsense again."

"Maybe." Liu Xiaoli poured another glass of wine.

"Sister, you're drunk..."

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The cold wind whistles in the winter night in Yanjing, the tall trees in the villa area are bare and the branches are blew.

In the bedroom.

Han Qiao fiddled with the camera, looked into the camera, and sighed: "Sister, if you don't say you are Xixi's mother, you will think you are Xixi's sister."

Liu Xiaoli's big waves were scattered, and a large piece of red wine on her white sweatshirt was wet, and her symmetrical legs barely stood up. Her symmetrical legs looked tall, and she put her hands on the clothes hanger, tightening her neck, looking helpless: "Have you finished patting?"

Han Qiao said seriously: "Sister, I am 21, 22 years old, 23 years old, 24 years old, and 25 years old, and I want a little more. Why don't we change our position?"

"Tell me." Liu Xiaoli was drunk and let Han Qiao fiddled with her posture.

Han Qiao helped Liu Xiaoli to the window again, looking at Liu Xiaoli's slender feet on tiptoe, holding the curtains with both hands, holding the head high, and her blurred eyes were full of charm, but the dancer subconsciously kept his posture in a perfect state, with a very pious expression, like a white swan.

"It's great, keep your posture and it's fine right away."

Han Qiao said, and slowly pressed the camera, and with the sound of "club", it was a beautiful freeze.

"Sister. Look, you are no worse than a professional dancer."

"I was." Liu Xiaoli held the window with both hands, her hair spread out, covering her eyes, and her legs stretched out, and became impatient: "Isn't it okay? Xixi is back later."

"alright."

Han Qiao looked into the camera and had to say that Liu Xiaoli was in such a good condition.

Liu Xiaoli breathed a sigh of relief, didn't care, and emphasized: "You are like Xixi, and you have a photo a year. If I know you are spreading it everywhere, be careful that I will deal with you."

Han Qiao's heart pounds,

He said shamelessly: "Sister, do you always make noise when Xixi celebrates her birthday..."

Liu Xiaoli was drunk and let go of everything, very impatient: "Baji, right..."

"for you."

Han Qiao covered her face and wanted to slap, don't slap her.

Seeing Liu Xiaoli getting drunk and getting crazy, she knew it was almost done, so she slammed for a moment.

At this time.

There was a sound of opening the door outside the door.

As the door rang, Liu Yifei shouted casually: "Mom, I'm back."

Han Qiao staggered, Liu Xiaoli was not drunk at all and pretended to be confused.

Liu Xiaoli pulled her hair with one hand, looked anxious, and pushed Han Qiao away with her palm, tidied up her clothes, and shouted downstairs: "I'm upstairs."

The stairs are coming up and going up.

Before Han Qiao could come back to her senses, Liu Xiaoli stuffed her into the wardrobe. As the wardrobe door was closed, her vision was pitch black.

There was light in the wardrobe.

Han Qiao leaned into the crack in the wardrobe and looked at it, almost biting her tongue.

Liu Xiaoli changed her clothes with her back to her.

"Mom, why did you find this dress?" Liu Yifei looked at the clothes on the bed.

"Oh." Liu Xiaoli remained silent: "Mom is a little cold at night."

"I wear so little cold." Liu Yifei was suspicious, sniffing with a delicate nose, and shouted, "Mom, why are you drinking?"

"You damn girl, you're still in charge of me."

"You don't even look at what time it's now. You'll come back so late, so don't come back."

Liu Yifei had a headache and ran away with his ears covering his body.

The rich fragrance was strong, Han Qiao was so sleepy that he was confused, and his mind became muddy. The wardrobe door was opened. Liu Xiaoli pushed Han Qiao without thinking and said, "Xiqian has gone to take a shower, hurry up and leave."
To be continued...