Chapter 292: Sister

Living from the teeth of the "dog meat", Jose's lungs of the "committee" were exploding. He looked back at Zhou Qingfeng, who was surrounded by hundreds of Cuban girls, but knew that the other party was not afraid of himself at all.
It is difficult to say whether Zhou Qingfeng's "hundreds of people cut" plan has been realized, but he did play very late that night. In the open-air venue illuminated by the bonfire, in the middle of a large group of girls, in the sight of everyone, he openly pulled one by one pretty girls and kissed, and when he saw the agreement, he opened his underwear and shot in.
This is simply crazy, Haitian Shengzheng can only be regarded as a fart compared to this, this is completely the rhythm of the coverless conference! At least one more minute for each shot, and then I replaced a girl, and hit it with a shot, and I didn't know how many girls did it for a few hours.
A lot of Cuban girls really only came to give kisses. As a result, they were intimidated by this turbulent atmosphere, and they were very confused. Many girls are still underage, and as a result ... This night, Zhou Qingfeng had committed an unforgivable debt!
Waiting for dawn the next day, Zhou Qingfeng opened his eyes and looked around, sleeping around a dozen sleek women. He stood up carefully to release himself from the gentle village, and the dog meat lying on the corner suddenly got up to see his owner raise his forefinger hissing, and he went back obediently.
"How did he 'get back to his residence?" Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head in a puzzled manner. After washing, getting dressed, and walking out of his bedroom, he saw Mirta, who was wearing black veil, already waiting in the living room. He coughed awkwardly immediately, "Uh ... sorry, I was a little too crazy last night and overslept."
The living room of Zhou Qingfeng's residence is a semi-open seascape. To the outside is the blue bay of Guantanamo. The sea breeze came in to blow the horns of Mirta, making her more mysterious when she could not see her face. Listening to Zhou Qingfeng's apology, the woman chuckled, "Not all of you men, what about apologies? Anyway, you won't change it, and you will still be the next time you have a chance."
Seeing Zhou Qingfeng was blushing, Mirta was a little confused. Last night, the boy did a ridiculous thing. Afterwards, a large number of female soldiers came to cry to her, saying that he was violated by that big bad guy, and he should be responsible for Yunyun.
This is really a blatant violation of the will of women. Whatever happens, if the legal age is enough to close Zhou Qingfeng for a lifetime. But now the troubled times only need a little comfort and compensation to solve the problem. It took Mirta one night to clean Zhou Qingfeng's butt, which would ask angrily: "Are you not worried at all about Mr. Jose of the 'Committee' initiating revenge?"
After hearing the word "revenge", Zhou Qingfeng first felt that the "nuclear fusion battery" he had grabbed was still there? Make sure that the baby's battery is not lost, he asked: "The old man didn't pay for me?"
It's only Zhou Qingfeng to do this kind of thing for the sister to ask the enemy to pay. Mirta rolled his eyes angrily again, "What are you thinking in your men's minds? As the leader of the" Aurora Corps ", you don't worry about Jose's stubbornness and let the forces of the" Committee "attack you?"
"It's not that I look down on the old man, he doesn't have that ability yet." Zhou Qingfeng heard that it wasn't a matter of money, but instead became nervous. "Now it's Jose who wants me, not me."
"Aren't you doing a barter?" Mirta was puzzled.
"Yes! But this transaction is not necessary for me. It is extremely important for the 'Committee' who is desperately fighting with Yankees on the North American continent." Zhou Qingfeng found a seat and sat idly to the woman In front of him, "I bet Jose will come to me today."
"Hmm ..." Milta wanted to taunt. But she was frustrated by Zhou Qingfeng's unreasonable and arrogant self-confidence, and she has been trying to maintain her own power. The other party seems to have done nothing, but has done a lot of things. And she racked her brains every day to move between several forces, so that the 'Union' could not be broken down to a minimum.
A contrast is a real difference!
Especially thinking about the that the bad boy did last night, in the case of provoking a strong enemy, he still has a heart full of girls. I don't know if he was born so bold, or if he has other dependencies.
"I'm free today, can you allow me to see what time Mr. Jose is here?" Mirta wanted to pierce Zhou Qingfeng's hide. According to her thought, Jose of the ‘Committee’ was so angry last night that it would be a miracle if he did n’t soar on the spot. How could he run to Zhou Qingfeng the next day?
"Of course you can." Zhou Qingfeng looked at his watch and went crazy all night last night, and now it's almost noon. "We can have lunch together. I have some rare and good ingredients here."
Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's dedication to himself, Mirta felt strange. The boy in front of him is obviously personal scum, fierce and ruthless to the enemy, ruthless, and playing with girls at will. It should be said that he should feel difficult to adapt, but he was flattered by him but had a rare sense of accomplishment, which was not much resisted.
Zhou Qingfeng said that he had good ingredients here. Actually, they were all airlifted from North America by Clooney from ‘Inkley’. Salmon, steak, prawns, fresh fruits and vegetables, and even cellared French wine, and even a special chef for him to cook, are extremely rare.
"The wine of" red face ", I used to think that maybe I won't drink it in my life." Without a special waiter ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Mirta himself poured a small glass of red wine and shake After smelling the light fruity aroma in the wine glass, I was filled with deep satisfaction.
Zhou Qingfeng forkd a piece of foie gras into the entrance and asked, gossip: "Let me take the liberty, I heard people say that you used to be the extremely famous 'Miss Cuba', is it true?"
"Ha ha ..., many years ago. At that time, I was only eighteen years old, about the same age as you stinky boy. Think about it now, and feel like you are already very old." A sip of red wine, let Mill The tower enters a state of trembling, and reminiscing the past makes her feel more relaxed. ⑧ ± 妙 (. ) Pen ⑧ ± 阁 ⑧ ± ， o
"Very old? How old? I can't tell."
Mirta glanced at Zhou Qingfeng and said with a little anger, "Age is the biggest secret of a woman, so I won't tell you."
"There must be many men pursuing you and fascinating you."
"Yes, in the past many people really wanted to see me. There were countless phone calls, countless letters, countless appointments, and they couldn't be too busy." Mirta misses the past, "I was born from a A very ordinary Cuban family never imagined that they would be so compelling one day. When that happened, my first reaction was that God was joking with me. "
Zhou Qingfeng immediately turned on his armband computer. He once ordered the computer to copy all the network data that it could collect. Although the storage space is limited, the database of this super personal computer is still huge.
Searching for 'Miss Cuba' and 'Mirta', Zhou Qingfeng quickly saw an eighteen-year-old girl who was not wearing a black gauze on the virtual projection of the computer. Vigorous laughter and enthusiastic youth make people dazzle.
"Miss, you are so beautiful!"