Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

As if he remembered something, he lowered his head to tie the buttons of his shirt.

"Speaking of which, he came to see me today."

Ji Chuchu's pace of leaving immediately stopped.

Turn around suddenly and look at him.

"He knows I'm here?"

Benson raised his eyes to look at her, as if acquiescing.

Ji Chuchu's face turned pale.

He took a step back directly.

Benson added, "He didn't say anything, he just said he wanted to see the child."

"..." Ji Chuchu clenched his fists instantly, "You agreed?"

Benson shrugged, "Why don't you agree?"

It's just a meeting. If he doesn't agree, it will appear that he is too unkind.

Of course, that's if he can't hold a gun against him.

Benson stepped forward and held Ji Chuchu's shoulders.

Seeing that all the blood on her face was gone and her lips were trembling, he patted her shoulder to express relief.

"Believe me, he won't do anything to your child."

"I promise you, after this meeting, I will bring your child back safely and unharmed."

"You fart!"

She pushed him away, trembling with anger, "You and I both know that he is a lunatic. If you give him the child, how can you bring him back?!"

Benson was speechless, "But - he pointed a gun at me, what can I do?"

Is it possible for him to sacrifice his life for an insignificant child?

"Chuchu, you know, I am also in a dilemma."

He explained, "Today, his people directly surrounded me, smashed my company, and beat my people."

"If I persist, I'm afraid you won't be able to see me now."

"..." Ji Chuchu was completely in no mood to listen to his explanation anymore.

She waved her hand and turned to leave.

But Benson grabbed her.

A direct blow to the back of her neck.

"you--"

The man who was struggling suddenly lost consciousness.

Fainted and fell to the ground.

Benson looked at Ji Chuchu who fainted on the ground and sighed.

He knelt down on one knee and helped her up.

"Sorry, Chu Chu, forgive me this time, I really can't help it."

That man's methods were too cruel, and he didn't want to meet him face to face at all now.

There was no choice but to sacrifice the child.

He raised his head and looked towards the second floor.

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Azazel took a shower, put on a towel, and walked out.

Wet hair, clear jawline and cold lips, bright red lips.

He doesn't hide even under bright lights.

The muscular chest, the delicate and straight collarbones, and the abdominal muscles that were vaguely visible under the towel.

After taking off his sacred mass clothes, his body was full of lust, like a blood-red and red beast, full of strong hormones.

It almost makes people feel weak in their legs and warm in their cheeks.

The door was locked. He picked up the angel doll on the bed, kissed the doll's face gently.

It's like doing some sort of summoning ritual.

Soon, the beautiful fairy-like person appeared behind him.

There was no sound, except for the subtle sound of flapping wings.

Azazel almost instantly grabbed her wrist with his backhand and accurately.

Like a fast-moving wolf, he pinned the prey he was targeting on the bed, his gaze glaring.

"Ceccia."

When he wanted to kiss her, his voice would always become extra hoarse.

Like a wild beast, extremely mute.

Calling people, my heart feels hot.