Sharp questioning seems to see the sharp edge of blood. Gu Qianmeng stepped back and heard the sound of high heels coming closer and closer. Somehow he mentioned his voice and trembled wildly, looking at the corridor where he could not hide.

"Sir, what you ordered. (Japanese) "The opposite door opened, the waiter pushed the dining car slowly into the -

eyes jumped, Gu Qianmeng also took the opportunity to rush in!

The slender waist was hit hard by a cold pistol!

After a shock, Gu Qianmeng subconsciously tried to escape, but he was more warned to resist, so he did not move.

The waiter looked at Gu Qianmeng, but...