Excellent beauty's personal security guard

Yang Xueying in the car said anxiously, "why, I'm waiting for you here. I'm afraid I'll miss it. I haven't even dared to eat up to now. I really miss you, can't you be nice to me? For so many years, I've always been honest for you. Are you a little unkind to me? "

"Bullshit, I can't verify what you say about this kind of thing. Besides, what does it have to do with me if you are willing to find a car of men?... " Before Zhao Jianhui finished his words, Yang Xueying stared: "put your shit, who do you think of me? Since I'm with you, no matter how you're not a thing, I have to accept my life. What do you mean by that? Do you want to deny it? Did you say I was still an original virgin when I gave it to you? "

The woman's voice was still so sharp, and the more she spoke, the higher her voice was. Zhao Jianhui smiled helplessly, opened the door of the car, sat in, took a breath and said, "is that all right? If you have anything to say... "

Yang Xueying ignited and started the car.

Zhao Jianhui knew what she wanted to do, but it was very strange how this woman found herself at this time. Yang Xueying is also very particular about her dress tonight. She wears a dress that can't see whether it's black or purple. She also wears a pair of big sunglasses at night. It looks like a spy joint.

Seeing that she had a meeting on Wenyuan street along the road she came to just now, Zhao Jianhui asked strangely, "where are you going to pull me?"

Yang Xueying said angrily, "what are you doing? When did you become so timid? Do I dare to kidnap you or sell you? "

Zhao Jianhui stopped talking. When she drove forward and drove into the community, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help smiling bitterly. Looking at the four big characters of "Wenyuan community" displayed in the gold carved flashing font at the door of the community, Zhao Jianhui finally couldn't help saying, "you live here, too?"

"Do you have a lover who lives here besides me?" As soon as she heard Zhao Jianhui's words with the word "Ye", Yang Xueying immediately turned her head and asked.

Zhao Jianhui snorted and ignored him. Yang Xueying didn't care. She just giggled and said, "some people say Wenyuan community is a famous high-end community. In fact, more people think it should be Erni village. Basically, most of the women who live here are mistresses, mistresses and concubines or little honey maintained by rich people. You've only come to Jiangnan province for a few days. You won't also buy a house. You can hide your beauty in a golden house here? "

"You're talking nonsense. Get down..." Zhao Jianhui frowned and looked out of the window. Yang Xueying nodded and said, "it's located in the center of the city and not far from the provincial Party committee. Living in such a place is not eye-catching, but it is a good place. "

"Do you think I can't clean it up in a moment without provoking my fire? If I should ask you, you haven't answered yet. Aren't you in Shanghai? How can you run to Jiangnan province? " Zhao Jianhui took back his eyes from the window and watched Yang Xueying drive the car directly into the underground garage of a building.

"Alas, I dare not listen to you. You told me to go away. As a result, I went to Shanghai for more than two years. This is not because the company focused on developing the market in Jiangnan province. President Zhao sent me back? Now I take people's jobs and dare not listen to them? "

There was no one else in the lift, and Yang Xueying was close to Zhao Jianhui. Her faint French perfume was elegant and refreshing, stimulating Zhao Jianhui's nose.

"The company has sent you back to explore the market in Jiangnan province. What do you do now?" Zhao Jianhui hid behind and asked softly.

Yang Xueying smiled charmingly, gently raised a small snow-white hand and held it on her pointed chin: "I am now the executive director and general manager of Dongfang Rongguang Vehicle Marketing Corporation. Please take more care of secretary Zhao..."

As she spoke, she winked at Zhao Jianhui mischievously.

Zhao Jianhui opened his mouth and asked in amazement, "executive director and general manager of Dongfang Rongguang Vehicle Marketing Corporation... What and what? Is this a new company created by Zhao Xiaoting and Dongfang Wenjing? Why have I never heard of it before? "

When Yang Xueying saw that her performance had not received the due effect, she humed and said, "sorry, this is the top secret of the company. Outsiders are not allowed to tell, even if you are a secretary."

Zhao Jianhui was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help laughing and said, "it seems that your secret resentment is very deep." When the elevator door opened, Yang Xueying stopped talking and took out the key to open the door.

Changing shoes in the doorway aisle, Yang Xueying bent down and left Zhao Jianhui a plump and elastic hip. When she felt a hand on the hip hill, Yang Xueying suddenly froze. She slowly turned around with a shoe in her hand. She saw that Zhao Jianhui's smiling face was almost close to her face, and the right hand that slipped up slowly along her hip.

Yang Xueying didn't flinch, but turned around, grabbed Zhao Jianhui's hand and gently pressed it on her chest. The elasticity is very good, not the feeling of sponge cushion and steel wire“ Don't you mean that if you stir up a fire, you will punish others severely? I've been looking forward to it for three years. Are you angry now... "

With her seductive words, Zhao Jianhui's mind seemed to appear again that night of that year. In a car, the woman lied to herself that a bomb was installed in the car... In her ear, it seemed that her words said at that time: "you're still not a fucking man. I'm a yellow flower girl. Can you suffer a loss?

Zhao Jianhui suddenly showed a strange smile on his face. He held one hand on the fullness and looked at Yang Xueying's eyes. He didn't lean up, so he stood steadily without the meaning of the next move.

As a result, Yang Xueying felt a burst of inexplicable uneasiness, avoided Zhao Jianhui's eyes, bowed her head and asked softly, "what's the matter? I have dirt on my face? "

Without a direct answer, Zhao Jianhui slowly reached out and held Yang Xueying's chin up: "I remember someone said that even if she did this thing, she took the initiative...",

Although she had made all the ideological preparations in her heart, Yang Xueying still felt a strong sense of shyness in this situation. Yang Xueying closed her eyes, tears spilled out of her eyes uncontrollably: "you... For three years, do you still remember what I said?"

This feeling of surprise infected Zhao Jianhui's mood. Although it was clear that it was only a transaction between the two people, Zhao Jianhui was moved by the tears overflowing from the corners of Yang Xueying's eyes, and then gave birth to a feeling of interest.

Take back his hand. Zhao Jianhui didn't speak any more. He turned and walked slowly through the living room. Yang Xueying behind him opened her eyes and didn't care to wear that shoe. He trotted into the bedroom with a small snow-white foot. It was not until he tightly hugged Zhao Jianhui's waist from the back that he said eagerly: "don't... I, I, I don't know what to say. I've really kept myself in line in recent years. I know you've never taken me as your woman in your heart, but I've been waiting foolishly..."

On the whole, this woman is a top beauty

Yang Xueying grabbed Zhao Jianhui's hand again, firmly put it on her chest and said, "from today on, no matter what you think of me, I belong to you. Don't worry, I don't need any commitment from you. "

As she spoke, she leaned over and slowly stretched out her hand and turned on the button of a stereo on the bedside cabinet.

After the soothing music passed the door, Yang Tingting's sweet voice: "send you to Nanpu. Yes, smoke willows and green strands. More eyes, residual red blowing, yellow Oriole whispering at the bottom of the leaf Very moving, how many departures, the water at the head of the building is broad, and there are countless mountains. Write poems in bamboo, carry wine with lace, and break the river in spring and evening Don't ask, fame, white hair, stars Let the chickens sing and dance, where is the countryside? Go alone with high eyes Stay here. Take advantage of the fragrance and warmth of the seconds, hold your arms and get drunk with the Yaotai dew. Acacia remember, worry about the rain at night in the west window. "

"Hehe. This is Han Yuanji's poem of Bo Xing sending an bodi. It seems that it doesn't agree with the current scene... Oh... "

Zhao Qijun is still lying in the hospital. Qi Yan doesn't mean to ask for anything about the Zhao brothers and sisters. The Zhao brothers and sisters can't take care of other actions now. If it hadn't been for the words of the new director Li, it is said that Zhao Shuying would have been detained for the explicit torture that night.