Seducing a little girl, the arms tycoon is addicted to his pet

Turkey spans Europe and Asia, and its biggest feature is its long days.

It gets light at five in the morning and dark at around eight in the evening.

It was not yet eight o'clock when Xu Nuonuo finished her meal and went out. The last trace of sunset in the sky faded away, and the whole farm was gently embraced by the twilight.

Before it got completely dark, she went out with her drawing board and a small stool and sat in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers.

Chen Songwen followed her quietly, standing five meters away from her.

Xu Nuonuo carefully sketched a soft and elegant Rococo-style skirt with intricate and delicate decorations and a pink and white color combination.

She was wearing a light-colored floral dress and sitting in the sea of ​​flowers, like a princess in a fairy tale world.

When the transport plane that Mu Ningchi was on landed, Xu Nuonuo had only finished half of her drawing.

A huge helicopter roared and landed less than ten meters away from them, and the strong hurricane it brought swept the surrounding cosmos flowers towards them.

Xu Nuonuo raised one hand above her head to block the wind, and held the drawing board with the other hand, with her skirt lifted up.

She saw seven mercenaries jump out of the cabin.

He was fully armed, wearing a black helmet, his face hidden behind goggles. He was wearing a black combat uniform, with a bulletproof vest filled with various equipment on the outside. He was wearing black tactical gloves on his hands, with pads protecting his elbows and knees.

The leader, Mu Ningchi, lazily held his corset with one hand, and walked forward alternately with his sturdy black combat boots and long legs in camouflage pants, exuding an aura of calm and menace.

The man walked against the light, step by step, straight to Xu Nuonuo. Before Xu Nuonuo turned around to escape, he put his arm around Xu Nuonuo's waist and held her in his arms.

A deep voice came from above.

"Miss me?"

"..."

Before Xu Nuonuo could say anything, the mercenaries behind Mu Ningchi started to make loud noises, and some brave ones even whistled.

Xu Nuonuo's little face instantly turned red, and she subconsciously buried her whole face in Mu Ningchi's chest, her two little hands tightly grasping the clothes on his waist.

Then the whistles around became louder.

Mu Ningchi raised his chin slightly towards Chen Songwen. Chen Songwen understood, took a few steps forward and whispered an order.

"21 minutes, five kilometers, run."

"No way, Boss..."

The mercenary who led the commotion looked at Mu Ningchi. Before he finished speaking, Chen Songwen clasped his fists together, and with a "click", six mercenaries had already rushed out before he could make a move.

Chen Songwen shrugged, "Promising."

Then he turned around and saw Mu Ningchi holding Xu Nuonuo in his arms with his chin resting on the top of her head.

The hem of the girl's skirt rose and fell with the night wind, and behind them was an endless sea of ​​pink and white cosmos flowers. In the distant sky, a huge moon was hanging, and silver light poured down on them, creating a faint halo.

What a beautiful and romantic picture.

Chen Songwen withdrew his gaze, straightened his clothes, and ran away behind the group of mercenaries.

"Uncle Chi," Xu Nuonuo said, "I left some food for you, why don't you... go in first?"

"I'm going in, what are you doing?"

The man's tone was not very friendly, and Xu Nuonuo subconsciously lowered her voice, "I, I've only finished half of the draft, I want to finish it here..."

Mu Ningchi glanced sideways at the drawing board that was blown to the ground by the wind at his feet. The lines and colors of the clothes on it were obviously chosen because of the scenery in front of him.

He glanced at Xu Nuonuo's rosy little face. The wound had faded a lot. She was so beautiful...Mu Ningchi chuckled and spoke.

"Want to finish the painting?"

Xu Nuonuo nodded, "Yeah."

Mu Ningchi let go of Xu Nuonuo and bent down to help her pick up the drawing board.

"One hour, is that enough?"

"That's enough. Thank you, Uncle Chi."

Xu Nuonuo sat back on the small stool. She found that Mu Ningchi seemed to be getting easier to talk to. She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart and gestured back and forth with the paintbrush in her hand.

Just after she finished a few strokes, the man behind her suddenly approached, grabbed her waist and lifted her up, then sat on the small stool with her in this position.

"Holding the painting."

While speaking, Mu Ningchi rested his chin on Xu Nuonuo's shoulder, turned his head to smell her fragrance, and threw his helmet mask at his feet.

Xu Nuonuo was so frightened that her expression froze and the paintbrush in her hand didn't move for a long time. Mu Ningchi tightened his hold on her waist.

"Put pen to paper, Xu Nuonuo, what are you thinking about?"

Xu Nuonuo turned her face to the side uncomfortably, "Uncle Chi, could you... stop breathing against my neck?"

"No."

Mu Ningchi smiled wickedly and buried his entire face deep in Xu Nuonuo's neck. His nose tip brushed against the tender white neck flesh intentionally or unintentionally, and his lips kissed along the soft neck line inch by inch.

"I need to breathe, Xu Nuonuo." Mu Ningchi's voice became deeper and his breathing became heavier.

But the man's hooligan behavior as soon as they met seriously affected Xu Nuonuo's creative mood. She put away the drawing board in annoyance and patted Mu Ningchi's arm around her waist.

"I don't want to paint anymore. I have no inspiration..."

"Then let's do something else?" Mu Ningchi moved his lips up along Xu Nuonuo's neck and gently kissed her jaw.

Being so intimate in the wild, Xu Nuonuo's sense of shame suddenly reached its peak, and she kept dodging in panic.

"No, don't...draw, I want to draw."

"You have no chance."

Mu Ningchi held Xu Nuonuo's left cheek, forcing her to turn her head and raise her head. His lips moved from her chin to the corner of her lips, licking and kissing her sweet lip beads. His heavy, hot breathing was filled with a breath of fascination.

He really likes the soft kitten more and more.

The slender and sharp finger bones caressed Xu Nuonuo's fair cheeks, then moved to her ears, gently pinching the soft flesh of her earlobes.

Sensing that Xu Nuonuo was trembling and wanted to give in, the malice in Mu Ningchi's eyes turned into flames.

As if as a punishment, he gently bit Xu Nuonuo's lips. A muffled whimper escaped from Xu Nuonuo's lips, and his tongue was about to take the opportunity to go deeper.

But Xu Nuonuo had experience, so as soon as she let out a fragile moan, she hurriedly closed her little mouth, preventing the man from succeeding.

Not listening again...

Mu Ningchi glanced at Xu Nuonuo's stubborn little face, curled the corners of his delicate lips, and said lightly:

"Xu Nuonuo, mouth, open."

Xu Nuonuo: ...

Halfway through the kiss, I heard a "whoosh" sound in my ears, and a bullet whizzed through the air like a sharp blade.

Mu Ningchi quickly stopped the kiss that he had forced upon her, and held Xu Nuonuo's waist and rolled around on the grass.

"Uh……"

But it was still a step too late. The bullet penetrated Mu Ningchi's calf muscle. The man groaned, and the wound suddenly burst into a burning pain and blood gushed out.

"Uncle Chi..."

Xu Nuonuo looked up at Mu Ningchi's painful expression and spoke in a panic, then lay on the ground with Mu Ningchi protecting her head.

"There are snipers. Don't stick your head out and don't move."

Xu Nuonuo was shocked and said, "Okay."