What amazing information is this?
She dared not ask any more questions, and the closer she got to the truth, the more frightened she became.
My own brother stayed with me to take care of her for half a year, but he was afraid to tell her his true identity.
Ling Yicheng knew all her news but never appeared.
What are they trying to hide?
Ann restarted the Hummer and drove all the way.
Ling Yicheng’s hand kept covering her leg, and he could feel Ann’s body shaking constantly.
……
Ji Yanqing sat in a slightly spacious little room, or rather, a low shack, with uneven mud on the walls around it, and some hay on his head. There was a brandnew chair in the room, which was donated by the Ling consortium yesterday. The old tribal chief sat in the chair.
The old chief’s face was painted with gaudy paint, and his neck was covered with a circle of animal bones to make a necklace. In his hand, he was holding a bloody piece of raw beef and shoveling it into his mouth.
After eating a piece, don’t forget to politely greet Ji Yanqing and let him have a taste, saying it’s delicious.
Ji Yanqing can see a big bison hanging with his head tilted. It is estimated that scarlet blood is dripping on the ground shortly after his death.
Section 197
People here advocate blood. The bloodier they are, the more they can inspire their fighting spirit.
Ji Yanqing resisted the surge of stomach and carefully cut a piece of beef the size of a fingernail from the cow’s body and stuffed it into his mouth. The rich rust smell made him vomit and swallowed a pair of eyes without daring to chew, which was driven to tears.
The old chief laughed and called him frank.
Jiyanqing reckon with two people chat for a while and finally get to the point.
Ji Yanqing means that they want to take Ou Yue away and hope that the old chief can agree.
Although the Ling consortium generously presented a large number of materials to the tribe, it could not exchange information. It was better to be cautious whether it was somebody else’s territory.
The old chief continued to tear at the beef, and the corners of his mouth were full of blood, so Ji Yanqing had an impulse to help him wipe it before.
You mean that woman? I bought her.
When it comes to Ou Yue, the wrinkles on the forehead of the old chief are even deeper.
Six months ago, the old chief went to Luanda where he met Ou Yue.
At that time, Ou Yue was controlled by a gang of snakeheads for street prostitution. She was fair and fair with a bunch of black people, and her skin was particularly outstanding. Plus, she was small and exquisite, and the old chief took a fancy to her at a glance.
Ou Yue is really beautiful. She has the unique charm and amorous feelings of oriental women. She is eyecatching and captivating.
The old chief bought her and took her back to the tribe. Because she was rare for him, she ate her clothes, but Ou Yue didn’t appreciate it and disliked them for being too barbaric and vulgar. One night, she almost bit off the old chief Sun Gen.
The old chief was angry before she was imprisoned.
When Ji Yanqing and them came here, Ou Yue happened to be chained for a month.
Ou Yue is also a sex digger. She would rather be raped by other men in the village than bow to the old chief. Things are so deadlocked.
Now Jiyanqing asked Ou Yue to take the old chief away, and he was a little reluctant.
That’s his plaything. He can ignore it for a month, but he can’t allow her eyelids to disappear.
The meaning of the old chief is obvious. He doesn’t agree.
Ji Yanqing’s socalled result is that he came here for a trip. Did Ou Yue finish his life anyway?
If Ling Yicheng hadn’t asked him, he wouldn’t even know the name Ou Yue
When Ling Yicheng entered the room, Ji Yanqing and the old chief were having a good time.
The wine was presented by Ling’s consortium. The old chief had never drunk such mellow cellar wine in his generation, and he was very happy.
Ling Yicheng asked Ji Yanqing Ou Yue in a low voice. Ji Yanqing shook her head. Never mind the day. You just need to take the small porcelain away. That woman deserves it.
Ling Yicheng frowned. Ou Yue must give Ou Porcelain an explanation for this matter.
The attitude of the old chief towards Ling Yicheng, a rich man, is much more respectful than that of Ji Yanqing.
I came over trembling with respect and said in Chinese, I am borrowing flowers to offer Buddha.
Ling Yicheng gulped it down with a light smile and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
Ling Yicheng once again went to Ou Yue.