Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety Second Teasing Girls

Surviving from under the sharp teeth of 'dog meat', Jose's lungs of the 'committee' were about to explode. He looked back at Zhou Qingfeng who was surrounded by hundreds of Cuban girls, but he knew that the other party was not afraid of him at all, and he could only leave in resentment after stomping his feet.

It's hard to say whether Zhou Qingfeng's plan of "killing a hundred people" will be realized, but he did play late that night. In the open-air meeting place lit by bonfires, among a large group of girls, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he openly pulled beautiful girls one by one to kiss, fucked, and when he saw what he liked, he ripped off his panties and shot in.

This is simply crazy, Haitian Shengyan can only be regarded as a fart compared to this, this is completely the rhythm of the Uncovered Conference! Each shot lasts at most one minute, and then it is replaced by another girl, one shot after another, and it is unknown how many girls have been fucked for a few hours.

A lot of Cuban girls really just came to offer kisses, but when they got together, they were frightened by the chaotic atmosphere, and they were taken advantage of in a daze. A lot of girls are still underage, and it turns out…. This night, Zhou Qingfeng committed an unforgivable blood debt!

Waiting for the next day to dawn, Zhou Qingfeng opened his eyes and looked around. There were more than a dozen naked women sleeping around him. He stood up cautiously to escape from the gentle village, the 'dog meat' lying in the corner suddenly got up, saw his master raised his index finger and booed, then it obediently lay back.

"How the hell did I get back to my residence?" Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head in trouble. After he finished washing and getting dressed, he walked out of his bedroom, and saw Mirta wearing a black veil already waiting in the living room. He immediately coughed in embarrassment, "Uh..., sorry! Last night was a little too crazy and overslept."

The living room of Zhou Qingfeng's residence has a semi-open view of the sea, facing out to the blue bay of Guantanamo Bay. The sea breeze blows in and blows Mirta's temples, making her even more mysterious, who can't see her face clearly. Hearing Zhou Qingfeng's apology, the woman chuckled, "Aren't all of you men like this, so what's the point of apologizing? You won't change anyway, and you'll still be like this next time you have a chance."

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng blushing, Mirta really didn't understand. Last night, this kid did a jaw-droppingly absurd thing. Afterwards, a lot of female soldiers came to her crying, saying that she was violated by that big villain, and they wanted him to be responsible.

This is really blatantly forcibly having such a relationship against the wishes of women. If the legal era is enough, Zhou Qingfeng will be locked up for the rest of his life. But now the troubled times only need a little comfort and compensation to solve the problem. It took Mirta all night to wipe Zhou Qingfeng's butt clean, and he asked angrily, "Aren't you worried that Mr. Jose from the 'committee' will retaliate against you?"

Hearing the word 'retaliation', Zhou Qingfeng first checked whether the 'nuclear fusion battery' he had snatched was still there? After making sure that the precious battery was not lost, he asked just now: "The old man didn't pay for me?"

Only Zhou Qingfeng can do this kind of thing to have fun with a girl and ask the enemy to pay for it. Mirta rolled his eyes again angrily, "What are you men thinking about? As the leader of the 'Aurora Legion', don't you worry that Jose will get in the way and let the forces of the 'Committee' attack you?"

"It's not that I look down on that old man, he doesn't have that ability yet." Zhou Qingfeng didn't feel nervous when he heard that it wasn't about money. "Now it's the forces behind Jose who want me, not me who want him."

"Aren't you guys bartering?" Mirta was puzzled.

"That's right! But this deal is not necessary for me. It is extremely important for the 'committee' that is fighting the Yankees on the North American continent." Zhou Qingfeng found a seat and sat lazily until the woman In front of him, "I bet Jose will take the initiative to come to me today."

"Chi..." Mirta wanted to taunt. But for Zhou Qingfeng's unreasonable and arrogant self-confidence, she, who has been trying her best to maintain her own power, is deeply frustrated. The other party didn't seem to do anything, but got a lot of things done. And she racked her brains every day to switch between several forces, so as to keep the 'alliance' from collapsing at least.

A comparison is really different!

Especially when you think about what this bad boy did last night, when he provoked a strong enemy, he still has the heart to mess around with girls. I really don't know if he was born so bold, or if he has other reliance.

"I'm free today, can you allow me to see what time Mr. Jose will come?" Mirta wanted to pierce Zhou Qingfeng's bullshit. According to her thinking, Jose of the 'committee' was so angry last night, it would be a miracle if he didn't lose his temper on the spot, how could he still come to beg Zhou Qingfeng the next day?

"Of course." Zhou Qingfeng looked at his watch, he went crazy last night, and now it's almost noon. "We can have lunch together, I have some rare and good ingredients here."

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng courting him, Mirta felt strange. This kid in front of him is obviously a scumbag, he is fierce and ruthless to the enemy, he is ruthless, and he plays with girls at will. Ordinarily, I should feel that it is difficult to adapt, but being flattered by him has a rare sense of accomplishment, which is not very difficult to resist.

Zhou Qingfeng said that he has good ingredients here, but Clooney of the Enclave airlifted them from North America to him. Salmon, steak, prawns, fresh fruits and vegetables, and even cellared French red wine, and even a dedicated chef to cook for him, which is extremely rare.

"The wine of 'Red Face', I once thought that I might never drink it in this life." Without a dedicated waiter, Mirta poured herself a small glass of red wine, and after shaking it, she smelled the fragrance of the wine. The light and fruity aroma of wine immediately fills my heart with deep satisfaction.

Zhou Qingfeng forked a piece of foie gras into his mouth, and asked gossipingly, "Let me take the liberty, I heard that you were once the very famous 'Miss Cuba', is that true?"

"Hehe... It happened many years ago. I was only eighteen years old at that time, about the same age as you brat. Thinking about it now, I feel very old." With a shallow sip of red wine, Mir Ta entered a slightly drunk state, and recalling the past made her feel more relaxed. ⑧± Miao (.*) pen ⑧± Pavilion ⑧±, o

"Very old? How old? I can't tell."

Mirta shot Zhou Qingfeng a sideways look, and said with a little anger: "Age is the biggest secret of a woman, and I won't tell you."

"There must be many men chasing you and fascinated by you."

"Yeah, there were really many people who wanted to see me in the past. There were countless phone calls, countless letters, and countless appointments every day. It was impossible to keep busy." Mirta missed the old days very much, "I was born in a Very ordinary Cuban family, never imagined that they would be so prominent one day. When that happened, my first reaction was that God was kidding me."

Zhou Qingfeng immediately turned on his armband computer. He once ordered the computer to copy all the network data 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 not wearing a black veil on the computer's virtual projection. The energetic laughter and passionate youth are irresistible.

"Miss, you are so beautiful!"