urban evil king

Of course, under Song Ziye's passionate catering, the two of them fought until dawn. After sleeping for several hours, Song Ziye finally woke up.

The sheets still had a wet feeling, which was wet from the previous battle between the two. Of course, most of this was contributed by Song Ziye.

Song Ziye raised his head and looked at Wang Zheng. This man's sleeping profile was so peaceful and beautiful. Most of the time, it was better to sleep, so that he could temporarily forget everything.

Song Ziye stroked the scars on Wang Zheng's chest with his fingers, the scars were criss-crossed and shocking, I really don't know what kind of tragic stories he has experienced.

Wang Zheng also woke up at this time. He squeezed Song Ziye's buttocks with his big hands. Somewhere was still muddy. It has to be said that this is the advantage of mature women. At certain times, there is always a lot of water.

"What, are you sneaking up on me?" Wang Zheng kept pinching, his fingers seeming to swipe across the mysterious area inadvertently.

"Ah!" Song Ziye was pinched to a sensitive area by Wang Zheng, and he cried out uncontrollably. The place was already slightly red and swollen. The two of them were really crazy last night, and Song Ziye was already full.

"No, no, I can't take any more." Sensing Wang Zheng's gradually hardening spear, Song Ziye waved his hand quickly and said.

"Do you have the final say now?" Wang Zheng smirked, turned over, and pressed Song Ziye under him.

The latter was wet all the time, unable to stop Wang Zheng's penetration at all. Feeling the fullness of the lower abdomen, Song Ziye said helplessly: "I have an appointment with my dad to go home for lunch, you should hurry up."

"That's hard to say. In some respects, I've never been very fast." After Wang Zheng finished speaking, he started to move.

In the whole room, spring is boundless.

This battle lasted for another hour, and Song Ziye had just recovered some strength. This time, she was exhausted again. She was dripping with sweat, and the sheets were wet. She lay on her side on the bed, not wanting to move.

"How about I hug you to wash your body?" Wang Zheng said with a smile.

"No need, no need." Song Ziye was afraid that Wang Zheng would plot against him again, so he jumped up and rushed into the bathroom.

After sending Song Ziye away, Wang Zheng simply washed it off. In fact, it would be more pleasant if he could take a warm bath after waking up every day.

Let me ask, is there anything more pleasant than this?

Yes, yes, the answer is—beauty washes with you.

Sitting in a taxi, the businesses on the road are decorated with lights, but it is a pity that there are not many customers. Those who have worked hard outside for a whole year can only take advantage of this extremely short vacation to return to their hometown Get together with family, relatives and friends.

The taxi driver in the capital was still as enthusiastic as ever, chatting excitedly with Wang Zheng on the road.

"I said, brother, your accent is not local, right? You are 28 years old, why don't you catch the train and go home for the New Year?"

"Go home?" Wang Zheng was taken aback when the word was heard. For him, he has traveled to so many places in the world and lived in so many rooms, but where can he truly feel at home?

"I didn't get a train ticket this year, so I won't go back. I'll stay here to earn triple overtime pay." Wang Zheng looked out the window and smiled. No one could understand the meaning behind his smile.

"It's not easy for young people. Seeing that we have a good temper, why don't I treat you to dinner tonight." The taxi driver in the capital is very forthright.

Just as Wang Zheng shook his head, his cell phone rang.

"Do you have time tonight? I'll treat you to dinner." It turned out to be a text message from Shangguan Shishi.

The day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve, Ningxia stayed in Peizhou, Sheng Fei had already returned home from other places to celebrate the New Year, Han Xingye returned to Han's small building, and Liu Xuan, who was relatively familiar, should also go home for winter vacation, the old man put Longlin's veterans went to an unknown place for training, but Wang Zheng stayed outside and continued to stir up trouble. His surroundings suddenly became very deserted. What did Shangguan Shishi call her to eat at this time?

"If you have time, you must have it." Wang Zheng directly called back: "There is a free meal, who doesn't want to go?"

"Okay then, come to the company to pick me up. I'll let Zhang Yong go back first. You will be my driver today."

"No problem, I'll be in Jurong soon."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you." After Shangguan Shishi finished speaking, she hung up the phone, threw the phone on the table, sat on the swivel chair, and turned around directly. She has fallen behind a lot, but she is also catching up with small steps. Thinking of this, Shangguan Shishi's mouth showed a slightly smug smile.

After the taxi driver saw Wang Zheng hung up the phone, he said with a smile, "I said brother, your girlfriend works in Jurong? It's a big company, really good."

Wang Zheng couldn't help smiling wryly, touched his nose, and said, "Yes, she does earn quite a lot."

If the taxi driver knew that Wang Zheng's so-called girlfriend was the eldest lady of Jurong International, he would probably stare out his eyes!

In front of the parking lot at the entrance of Jurong International, Feng Zhide, wearing a mask, was standing with a gloomy face.

This young boy who has gradually become famous is very depressed recently because his Lamborghini was hit by a bastard and the front of the car was smashed. It is extremely unlucky to be in a car accident or get damaged. The limited edition Lamborghini I just bought is wasted like this. I have to hold my breath, let alone Feng Zhide, who is very self-inflated recently.

"That's right, it's this car!" Feng Zhide looked at the black LaCrosse, checked the license plate number carefully, and said viciously, "Brother Li, I'm sure! It was this Buick LaCrosse that hit me that day!"

Beside Feng Zhide, stood a man who looked a bit vicious, wearing a black windbreaker, with a light red scar on his face, a bushy beard, and a cruel look in his eyes. The master of the underground society who often eats and drinks.

And beside him, there were five or six young men, all wearing black motorcycle leather jackets, black leather gloves, and carrying black short sticks in their hands, their aura looked quite scary.

"Okay, I'm going to vent my anger on Brother Feng today!" The man called Brother Li glanced at the Buick LaCrosse contemptuously: "There are countless luxury cars in the capital, and the person who drives this Buick must be a Poor guy, let's smash the car first, and then the people!"

However, as the Chinese New Year was approaching, there were few vehicles in the parking lot. Feng Zhide and the others did not realize that this Buick LaCrosse, which looked so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary, was actually parked in a large dedicated parking space.