MTL - I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World-Chapter 51 Aisha's determination

The front line of the war has approached Iraq’s capital, Baghdad. At the moment, the bustling city was covered with a bleak gloom. The sound of gunfire in the distance made it difficult for everyone who lives here to sleep.

Of course, this is for people living here.

For Roberts and Jiang Chen, "foreign friends," they still drink when they drink, and they still enjoy themselves when they are happy. Everything that happens here has nothing to do with them.

The lights in the dance hall of the bar swayed, and the raging heavy metal rap stabbed everyone's eardrum. The beautiful Lebanese women in the middle of the dance floor swayed the water snake's general posture, and they would not know whether it was dyed or the old-fashioned dark gold long hair. Sitting on the side of the dance floor, the men screamed and sprinkled Franklin in their hands in exchange for the more exciting movements of the dancers.

Next to the bar, the black bartender placed the cocktails in front of Roberts and Jiang Chen. It is said that this bar is an English industry. Most of the people who come here are foreign soldiers or overseas workers and journalists.

The people here don't have to worry about the **** war. Even if the battle hits the door, their national troops will come to cover them to retreat.

I have to say that this is really enviable. No matter where you are, the ancestral home will become your strong backing. A sense of security that cannot be brought about by a strong condemnation, expressing concern and starting consultations.

However, in terms of the work of evacuating overseas Chinese, the Tian Dynasty is still doing very well.

"Along the way." Roberts toasted.

"Break the wind." Jiang Chen and he had a cup, then took a sip.

The taste of this cocktail is very strange. Besides alcohol, I don’t know how many strange things are mixed.

"I heard that the wine is forbidden here." Jiang Chen swayed the crystal wine glass and watched the beautiful woman who was writhing on the stage.

"That is for the believers, the boss of this store is very hard and has a franchise. And the patrons here are mostly American soldiers or black water mercenaries who serve in military bases, and occasionally have two extreme points. When the guys come to trouble, they will be quickly smashed out. Even the security guards can't use them." Roberts laughed and poured a drink.

"For those guys who are likely to die at any time, there is only such a high-intensity stimulus that allows them to relax a little and find a sense of being alive." Roberts squinted.

The guys who are likely to die at any time, not only refer to the soldiers who patrol the bombs, but also the merchants who sell arms such as Roberts.

Jiang Chen’s hand holding the glass of wine shivered slightly, and he fell into meditation. He thought of the end of the sore, and thought of the people who struggled there...

It is not to say sympathy.

Just feeling, it seems that he himself is the kind of guy who can die at any time?

Forget it, be careful when doing things later.

Shaking his head, Jiang Chen also looked up and poured a bite.

"Handsome guy, don't you have a cup?" The two Central Asian women wearing a navel dress went to Jiang Chen and Roberts and threw a wink at the two.

"Which do you want?" Roberts blew a whistle to the two beautiful women, and then slammed him. "Lebanese beauty, I treat you."

"No one, I am a little dizzy, I want to go to bed early, I have to catch a plane tomorrow." Jiang Chen did not know why there was nothing to sigh, sighed and threw the glass on the bar.

"Don't be like a middle-aged man, man. Haha, that's all for me." Roberts laughed and took the two beautiful women into his arms and took the oil in a drunken way. A burst of smile.

Gently rubbed some of the cunning temples, Jiang Chen grinned and grinned, then stood up.

Dragging the brain that was paralyzed by alcohol, he walked to the door in a groggy way, and slammed the heavy metal music and the cheers of the desire.

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Pushing open the door of the hotel, with the alcohol in his body, Jiang Chen was planted on a soft bed, and then he went to sleep.

When Aisha, who was curled up, smelled the pungent smell, frowned slightly, but then he sighed.

After all, he is not a believer...

As soon as she arrived at the Babylon Hotel, Jiang Chen brought her to this place. Not only did she take a hot bath, but she also took her for a hot lunch, then let the waitress go to the nearby mall to help her buy some clean clothes. In principle, this is not within the scope of the waiter's work, but in the face of tips, the principle is not a problem.

After Aisha was settled, Jiang Chen left the hotel.

It’s not until the early hours of the morning.

Aisha didn't sleep at the moment. She had already regarded herself as the wife of Jiang Chen. She was very cautiously waiting for the man to go home. This was taught by her mother, but her mother could not see the day her daughter got married.

In fact, it is not known to be married. Aisha has heard about it. Many countries in the world are monogamous. For her "wife" who was detained, she did not expect to have any name. As long as Jiang Chen does not throw her away, she is already satisfied...

At this moment, Aisha has been washed and replaced with clean clothes.

With an exotic face, there is a hint of beauty that needs to be released. However, the expression without expression is to make this beauty a lot of dust. The thin body is slightly malnourished, but the line that is still decent is already outlined by the less loose clothes. I believe that Aisha can become the same beauty as her mother with a little conditioning.

Her ancestor-country beauty is many.

However, in this desert, beauty is a sin...

Unlike Xi Shiyu's pretentious high cold, her pupils are pure indifference, seemingly indifferent to life? Jiang Chen couldn't see it, but he could feel something faintly.

She witnessed the tragic death of her parents. She had already drained the tears of fear and sorrow, and even the hateful emotions have disappeared. She was used to her death along the way, and even let her have a feeling of thinness in her life.

If she is about to suffer more pain than death, she can even calmly make the choice to go to death. This is the logic that the war taught her, a cruel logic.

Fortunately, such a choice did not happen, and the kind-hearted Oriental accepted himself...

Aisha endured the smoke of the smoked day, got Jiang Chen on the bed and lay flat, then took out the wet towel with hot water from the bathroom and put it on Jiang Chen's forehead.

God is here, it is like heaven...

The white bed is decorated with an unspeakable beauty. She has never been so happy, she also cherishes this hard-won happiness.

For Jiang Chen wiped off the sweat on his face, Aisha, like a wolf, the indifferent pupil gradually revealed a gentle look. After touching the fingertips of Jiang Chen’s chest, he suddenly hesitated. Aisha took a deep breath and decided to untie the button on Jiang Chen’s clothes.

Putting the sweat-sucking clothes aside, Aisha looked at the strong figure and blushes slightly. However, she still stretched out some trembling hands, gently wring the towel with hot water, pinched it in her hand, and gently wiped Jiang Chen’s body.

"Well... call..." Jiang Chen vaguely snorted and shocked Aisha, who was holding his breath.

Seeing Jiang Chen just turned over, did not wake up, Aisha that the heart of the wild jump was calmed down.

Obviously, he did not do anything wrong, but he was afraid that he suddenly woke up. With this unknown tension, Aisha gently bit his lower lip.

Watching his breath begin to level up again, Aisha made up his mind, stretched out the twitching little hand, and wiped the sweat from his back.

Although she made up her mind, she is not prepared for it. Perhaps this is the reason for the unrest.

"Sun Jiao... Hey... Yao Yao..." Jiang Chen was a little confused, screaming, and it seemed to be hot, and he caught Aisha's little hand indiscriminately.

Aisha was shocked by Jiang Chen’s action and stabbed there.

Sun Jiao... Yao Yao? It should be the name of the hostess.

Although not Chinese, the so-called woman's intuition is such a terrible and sensitive thing.

However, when I heard two names, Aisha was relieved.

But at the same time, an unnamed feeling is also in the heart.

Hey? jealousy? It seems that I can't say it... is it just a pure unease?

Something complicated to look at Jiang Chen's sleepy face, Aisha made a sneak burying his head. Just as she suddenly came back and realized that she was ashamed, Jiang Chen suddenly turned over and wrapped her under her body.

What to do... Will it be eaten directly? Her face instantly became red, and the original indifferent pupils began to alternately confused and confused. She completely forgot that she had to rely on it first, and the brain was completely disturbed by this sudden situation.

However... it doesn't seem to be bad, it always has to go to this step. Aisha persuaded herself in her heart, biting her lip and obediently twirling the trembling hand around Jiang Chen’s neck.

It is a wonderful ending to be a commodity and a reward in a livestock shed compared to a demon-like mob who is a sex, slave, and human.

At least, my purity is only dedicated to one person. From now on, I only serve one person... Aisha succeeded in persuading myself, pressing the heart of the madness, suppressing the shame of the heart. Put your lips close to the gap that is full of strong alcohol.

Is this an attractive crime?

Or should you say that you are on the fire?

This kind of thing will be squandered after drinking, I believe everyone will understand without too much explanation.

(There is a logical omitting of 10,000 words)

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Between half-dream and half-awake, Jiang Chen only felt that he had come to heaven. The glamorous maid brought the fresh grapes with the rain and dew to his mouth. He did not hesitate to eat it. Not only delicious grapes, but also sweet wines, fragrant juices, and the release of pleasure...

and many more! Why is there a release of pleasure?

Um... Maybe it was because I was sweating.

No matter what, it is quite enjoyable anyway.

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(I have checked it twice, um, it should be no problem.)