urban fascination

Chapter 617: Sister Love Is Deep Rooted

The once tender waist was now slightly jerky, Hu Baiqiang was stunned for a moment, and slowly hugged her.

Yanhong didn't refuse, nor catered to, she was silently indifferent, Hu Baiqiang had experienced so many women, so she was naturally sensitive.

Hu Baiqiang's wish should be Yanhong's sour refusal, and then half-push, half-push, leaning softly in her arms, questioning tenderly and resentfully, and maybe crying in the end.

No, nothing, Yanhong's unimaginable calm made Hu Baiqiang dazed for a moment.

Hu Baiqiang accosted him with a smile, but didn't say a word.

In the middle of the night,.

Yanhong still had that expressionless expression, but Hu Baiqiang was not interested and reluctantly.

Hu Baiqiang fell asleep and slept until dawn the next day.

When Hu Baiqiang got up, the woman was still sleeping soundly with her back to Hu Baiqiang, not sexy at all.

The woman's hair was disheveled, and because of its curlyness, after being shaken on the pillow, it looked even more messy like a thatched chicken coop.

Hu Baiqiang put on his clothes, and when he got out of bed, the woman sat up.

Hu Baiqiang put down two wads of money, "Buy yourself something."

Yan Hong didn't respond, just looked at Hu Baiqiang silently, and Hu Baiqiang left without even washing his face.

Two wads of money were beside the bed, tender red, and they looked so tempting, Yan Hong didn't even look at it, and lay lazily on the bed, her eyes blurred, and she fell asleep again until the sun was shining.

When Yan Hong woke up again, she still didn't want to get up, she felt very good when she slept lazily, as if it could eliminate all the fatigue in her body in softness, now, even the bones are sore and limp, and strange fatigue lingers in Yan Hong's body, Yan Hong A vivid figure appeared in front of his eyes.

Tall and handsome, but his face has undergone earth-shaking changes in just two days, Yanhong naturally knows that Zhihao was injured when he went to save a woman. Will Zhihao risk his life to save him like this?Yan Hong secretly gave a wry smile and shook her head.

Yan Hong sat up, brushed her disheveled hair back, and picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table.Yanhong wants to make a phone call.

These days, Yanhong has been waiting for a call from someone. When Zhihao returns, he should give himself a call, even though he is still in extreme grief.

Many days passed, Yanhong did not wait for this call, the most common and usual greeting call, Yanhong did not wait, Yanhong decided to take the initiative to call Zhihao.

Yan Hong only hesitated, and dialed the phone.

After a few words, Yanhong hung up the phone and sighed sadly, men don't have a good thing, they only know how to vent on women, and nothing else, like a glass of water that gradually fills up, pours it out, and then stops.

But Yanhong can still understand this special type of emotion, which comes suddenly and disappears just as suddenly.Between himself and Zhang Zhihao, there shouldn't be any emotion. If we force it to exist, it can only be called playing with fire. The direct consequence of playing with fire is self-immolation.

An idea flashed in Yanhong's head, and this idea made Yanhong gradually excited, as if the feelings that had been suppressed in her inner world since she was a child were about to be released. On Yanhong's face, there appeared something that Hu Baiqiang didn't notice when she came and left. Glossy, exciting moisture.

travel abroad.

With blue sky and white clouds, high mountains and rivers, Yan Hong will be immersed in the embrace of nature.

Yanhong made a phone call, ordered a travel ticket, and when she was taking a hot shower, Yanhong hummed a rare song from her hometown. It was originally a sad melody, but Yanhong hummed very cheerfully, in the rhythm of singing. changes, including mood.

His gaze fell back to Zhihao.

When Zhihao hung up the phone, he thought for a long time.

Zhihao felt a special kind of sadness, although compared with Yuting's departure, the sadness of leaving Yanhong was not at all a sadness, but Zhihao still felt a little bit sentimental.

Beautiful encounters, revengeful venting, Zhihao forced himself to make such a conclusion, with a little cruelty that did not match his personality, Zhihao sat on the sofa and began to concentrate and study hard.

The phone rang again, and Zhihao picked it up.

Besides, Zhihao has a unique popularity as a beauty, and the caller is a beautiful woman. The care of the beautiful woman made Zhihao feel happy and refreshed.

Fan Juan, Zhihao's big sister Fan Juan called.

This eldest sister has an extraordinary bearing. She has become the boss of the imperial capital in her early 30s. She is an all-powerful woman with an infinite and mysterious charm, which makes many men dream of. For Zhihao's care, Zhihao certainly feels the great honor of being a man.

"Why don't you call eldest sister when you come back?" Fan Juan complained on the phone.

"I'm not feeling well." Zhihao smiled slightly, as an apology.

"My subordinates told me that you have been back for many days." Fan Juan said with a smile, "I also know that you were injured, and my subordinates found out about it."

For Fan Juan's inquiry, Zhihao somewhat disliked it, even though Fan Juan was a beautiful woman.But having said that, as the boss of a powerful force, having such a news network is also a necessary institution. Zhihao can understand it, but he can't say it outright, and it will lose the original artistic conception.

Zhihao smiled slightly, "Is it a spy?"

"That is to inquire." Fan Juan smiled more calmly on the phone, "Inquiring is to care for my brother, is the injury almost healed?"

"It's okay, just a slight injury." Zhihao said lightly, not like Rouyu, who thought the sky was going to fall.

"Big sister has something to do right now, so I'll see you at noon." Before Zhihao could respond, either warmly invite, or tactfully refuse, Fan Juan had already hung up the phone.

Anyway, when sister Rouyu came back at noon, Zhihao felt a little relieved. As for why he was so sensitive, Zhihao didn't think about it, put down the phone, and concentrated on his own cultivation.

At noon, Fanjuan and Rouyu entered the door one after the other, giving Zhihao the same feeling, is there really such a tacit understanding between women? .

One sister and one sister, as in the past, Zhihao felt warmth and happiness, and at the same time suddenly imagined the shadow of Yu Ting from Fan Juan, because in Zhihao's eyes, Fan Juan is also a sister, and the love for sisters is in Zhihao's heart ingrained in the world.

Sadness only passed through Zhihao's heart in an instant. Rou Yu and Fan Juan hugged Zhihao from left to right and went downstairs. When sitting in the car, Rou Yu saw from the rearview mirror that Fan Juan pulled Zhihao up hands, and focused on Zhihao's face, full of concern.

"Why are you injured again?" Fan Juan asked.

Zhihao's answer was also a question, "Why did you two come back together?"

"Yu'er picked me up." Fan Juan smiled, "I called you, and I called Yu'er again."

Rouyu turned her head and smiled, "Heitan has the same head, and is also favored by beautiful sisters."

When Zhihao heard the word favor, he couldn't help thinking about it, and heard Rouyu say, "Sister Fanjuan wants to wash you off."

The car started and left the complex.

A luxury hotel in the north of the city.

When going upstairs, Fan Juan quietly told Rouyu, "This is a newly opened hotel, which does not belong to any sphere of influence. It is said that it was opened by an out-of-town merchant. It is a national chain. It has not been open for a long time, and it is already quite popular. "

Zhihao smiled and said, "It was your subordinate who inquired again."

"Naturally, I'm very well-informed." Fan Juan smiled contentedly.

Sitting down in the private room, Zhihao completely ignored the strange eyes of others when he went upstairs, chatting happily with the two beauties and sisters, Fan Juan saw that Zhihao was in good spirits, and she was slightly less concerned about the injury.

Taking turns ordering a few good dishes, naturally ordering a few glasses of red wine, Fanjuan introduced to her younger siblings the gratifying development of the imperial capital during this period, as if seeing a long-lost relative, and new plans are also in the making, Zhihao listened Feeling happy, Rouyu is also happy for Fanjuan.

The dishes were all served, and the young and lively waitress had a smiling face, "You guys take it easy."

Rouyu nodded and said, "Thank you."

The waiter closed the door of the private room and exited.

The atmosphere of the lunch was harmonious and friendly, the relationship between siblings, sisters, brothers and sisters was naturally harmonious, with a lot of care and love, the wine was sipped slowly, and the amber color in the goblet added a bit of festive auspiciousness. Remember, in a few days, it will be the annual Mid-Autumn Festival.

I don't know how this Mid-Autumn Festival will be spent this year.

The small alcohol stove under the Maoxuewang hot pot went out, Rouyu called the waiter to change the alcohol stove, and a male waiter came in.Standing timidly in front of the three of them, his fair face was a bit naive, when Rouyu gave him orders, his eyes were fixed on Zhihao's face without taking his eyes off.

The waiter turned and left, came back quickly, changed the alcohol stove, still staring at Zhihao's face, muttering something in his mouth, Rouyu stood up with a look of anger.

In this city, there are always people who don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, just like the ignorant young man in front of Rouyu, who is naive and honest, but lacks the vision he should have.

Some people can be offended, and some people may be killed even if you show a little disrespect, not to mention the three hottest people in this city today.

One is the beautiful boss of the imperial capital, and the other two are the two powerful figures who made Daewoo bigger quietly.If there is such a tyrannical temperament among these three people, even if there is only one of them, thinking about the life of this kid, disappearing like an ant, it will not cause any sensation.

Rou Yu's anger was written all over her face, disrespect towards Zhihao made Rou Yu more angry than disrespect towards herself.

The bald man protected his shortcomings, his face was dark and he was afraid of looking, he stared wantonly at Zhihao's face, looking back and forth, with a certain degree of contempt and insult in himself, maybe he still had a little bit of gloating in his heart to watch the excitement.

Rouyu's arm was raised, before Zhihao could stop it, it was crisp and loud...