The 99th Divorce

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

When Mr. Zhao said that, he took off his watch and placed it on the bar. "Thank you, Gao."

Gao smiled and took it. "We are all friends here. No need to be so polite."

The beauty looked at Gao and immediately followed Zhao.

Half an hour after he took the beauty away, a waiter rushed to the side of Gao, shouting hurriedly, "Boss, Guo Xiaomei is in the locker room… She is dead…"

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In the magnificent five-star hotel, Mr. Zhao led the beauty into a room. As soon as they entered the door, he couldn't wait to pin the beauty against the wall, kissing her madly. The enthusiasm of Mr. Zhao was like fire, and he quickly tore the red sequined fishtail skirt apart.

The beauty was also quite eager, peeling off his clothes and getting more and more dizzy.

"Little slut!" Zhao laughed, took off his clothes, and reached out to grab the condom on the nightstand. "So eager. You need a man so bad?"

"Not just any man, a man like you." Tang Mengying grabbed his manhood and couldn't wait to open her legs. "Come in."

Zhao put on the condom and was not in a hurry to do it. Instead, he lifted her chin and said, "Let me look at your face."

"Don't. Let's do it first, then you can look at it." Then she went to kiss the face of Zhao and sensibly gave him a gentle rub.

Taking her hand away, Zhao Gongzi was also happy to play this mysterious game. When they were hot for each other, Zhao held her with one hand and lifted her mask using the other hand.

Under the mask, her right face was covered with a burn the size of half of home, while the left side had two cuts in the shape of X. The red flesh was exposed, part of which had scarred, but there was also a yellow liquid that was flowing down. When Zhao saw this face, he was immediately shuddered and violently pulled out. He turned over and fell to the bed.

Tang Mengying was still not satisfied and only felt a strong need. "I want more. Why are you running? Come over."

Zhao did not have any interest left. He picked up his trousers and quickly put them on, and immediately turned and left.

Tang Mengying did not allow that, went forward, and pulled him.

However, the strength of men and women was destined to be very different. Tang Mengying couldn't move him and stamped her foot helplessly. "Why do you have to push me!"

"Ah!" Zhao screamed and saw the little dagger inserted in his arm. He was shocked. "You… you…"

"Hey, don't be afraid." Tang Mengying took the mask and put it on her again. "That's all right now. Come on."

She pushed Zhao to the bed. He quickly went back and shouted, "You…"

Tang Mengying pointed the blood-stained dagger to him and whispered, "Be obedient. If you don't obey, then you will have this in your throat."

Then she sat on him with the knife in her hand, putting his manhood into her and moaning, "Come on."

Zhao was so scared that he couldn't get it hard. He tried to ask, "Wait, how about I find you a money boy?"

"Money boy?" Tang Mengying was wearing a mask on her face, so her expression was unclear. Her lips were curled into a mocking smile. "You mean, you don't want to do it with me?"