Perfect Feast

Chapter 67. Important News

The door of the director of the Public Security Bureau's office was closed. There were only two people in the room: Cong Wanqing and his confidant Yao Daoxin.

"Secretary, the news has come out. In addition to Gao Wenjun's thanks, he sent out a set of numbers ..." Yao Daoxin said as he took out a note and gently pushed it to Cong Wanqing before. A strip of leek leaves with a set of numbers "58867786612345678901222333445110987654321" written on it.

What is this stuff? The password doesn't look like a password, but the **** is playing hi-tech for Lao Tzu?

Cong Wanqing thought about it, wondering what it was.

At this time, Yao Daoxin said again, "Secretary, this is what Gao Wenjun gave his wife to his wife ..."

"Huh? Oh, I know ..." A few moments later, Cong Wanqing copied this number on the desk calendar, silently rolled up the note and put it in his pocket.

"Secretary, there is another thing that I think is a bit strange ..." Next, Yao Daoxin reported to Cong Wanqing a situation, which made Cong Wanqing feel a little bit contradictory.

Gao Wenjun's "Yu Linglong" was bought, and now he changed a sign called "Languifang", but he still did business in the entertainment industry.

Yu Linglong's assets were recovered by the government, but were commissioned to the court for auction. But I haven't heard of holding an auction now, how can anyone take over the business?

"Let's check, who is this Lan Kwai Fong to do? If Gao Wenjun's original staff, then ..." While talking, Cong Wanqing took a wave-crossing gesture.

Yao Daoxin looked serious and whispered: "I understand the director, I'll go now."

After Yao Daoxin was gone, Cong Wanqing couldn't sit still anymore, he packed up, stood up, opened the door and went out. When he got home, Sun Yan and Li Xiulan hadn't got up yet. Only Fu Ailing had just got up and was sitting in front of the dresser to dress herself.

She was wearing a black nightdress, half her **** and two arms all exposed. The black short skirt formed a strong color difference with her skin. The white skin did not look like a middle-aged woman over thirty years old.

However, Fu Ailing felt that she was no longer young. After getting up every morning, she always spent a long time on her face. She applied a rouge eyeshadow to fake eyelashes, and used the freshest lipsticks to make two lips thick, bright, and bright. Then she opened the nail polish bottle, carefully dyed her nails, and painted ten nails. Bright red and translucent.

She stretched out her arm in front of the mirror, and looked at her nails for a while, then retracted her arm with satisfaction and gently teased her neck. Then he lifted his feet and drew the toes of one foot carefully ...

At this moment, there was a slight sound of the door lock turning, and Fu Ailing's toes were just half painted, and she was standing on one leg, hopping and opening the bedroom door a gap. She didn't open the door and went out, she just put her eyes in the crack of the door and looked out. After seeing that the person who came in was Cong Wanqing, she retracted her head.

However, before she jumped back to sit down in front of the dresser, Cong Wanqing had heard the movement in this room, opened the door behind her, and walked in.

When Fu Ailing turned her face, Cong Wanqing's sharp, gloomy and cold face caught her eyes. Her legs were soft and she almost fell to the ground. She covered her chest unnaturally and asked: "You ... you Why are you back this time? You do n’t have to go to work? ”

"Isn't it time to get off work at noon right now? Is there enough stuff in the house? If I do n’t have enough, I will buy it when I return in the afternoon ..." The staple, non-staple, and snack foods of the three women in the family all needed him. Bought it back in person.

Cong Wanqing said lightly, but his eyes fixed tightly on Fu Ailing.

The sun projected from the window in a dappled manner, shining on her body, and she could see the body inside her through her light nightdress, as well as the red narrow **** on the plump buttocks.

Fu Ailing's body revealed a glamorous temptation deep in the skirt, which made Cong Wanqing swallow a hard mouthful.

Cong Wanqing came over and hugged her from behind her, Fu Ai-ling exclaimed. The voice was faint, euphemistic and gentle like a meow, and could move people's hearts.

"Don't ... Brother Cong, you can't ... how can you, like how many lives you haven't seen a woman? People have just put on makeup ..." Fu Ailing said incoherently, trying to break free of his arms.

This guy, doesn't he love Li Xiulan the most? Why do he prefer to entangle himself these two days? This big perversion, letting young and beautiful women like Sun Yan and Li Xiulan not go, but entangled himself as a 30-year-old old woman, does he like to be older?

In fact, Fu Ailing is still younger than Cong Wanqing. Even if Cong Wanqing likes to be older, she cannot fall in love with her.

Cong Wanqing likes to haunt her these two days. It is nothing more than her maturity and her skills in that respect that Li Xiulan and Sun Yan cannot compare.

Cong Wanqing's hand climbed around her waist and reached her chest, rubbing her peak violently, pinching Fu Ailing's sharp tip between her thumb and the other finger, and twisting slowly and resolutely Move.

His warm breath spit on her smooth neck, his other hand raised her hair, and his mouth softly kissed her smooth shoulder.

She felt his teeth touching her skin and made her shudder. And just when she thought his mouth would slide down her smooth back, he put down her hair and leaned her face on her shoulder. Holding him gently, no further moves were made.

Since being invaded by him these days, Cong Wanqing is synonymous with shame and fierceness in her heart. This man doesn't care about the feelings of the woman. Whenever he wants, he will be regardless of the occasion, regardless of the time ...

No matter what he thought at this time, he was a little tender and weak, which could not help Fu Ailing's infinite tolerance. At this time, her body reacted instinctively and naturally.

Her waist began to shake slightly, and as Cong Wanqing squeezed, a pleasant sensation quickly spread inside Fu Ailing's body.

She felt a fingertip slip along the side of her waist, peeking into the gap that she slightly opened.

Then his thumb suddenly hooked the elastic band around her waist and began to pull it down. It was very easy to get the uncovered trousers to her knees, and with his own knees, she stretched out her two legs and pulled the small piece of red lace into a stretchy bridge.

At this time, Fu Ailing turned over in his arms, face to face, with a complex mood, gazed at him for a few seconds, and whispered: "Don't ... you still ... Li Xiulan ... "

When saying this, Fu Ailing noticed clearly that her voice was so weak and so soft.

Cong Wanqing said with a smile: "No, I came here specifically to find you ... wait a moment, I have important news to tell you ..."

Fu Ailing looked at him, and then slowly closed her eyes.

This action leaked the shaking heart in her chest and exposed her true thoughts. Cong Wanqing smiled smugly in her heart, and kissed her cherry lips, which she had just applied lipstick. Fu Ai-ling's heart was ups and downs, and Cong Wanqing's tongue was felt on the tip of his tongue, slowly intertwined with him.

The two kissed hungrily and thirsty, panting, while taking a break, Fu Ailing whispered, "Why are you still standing here? Hold me to bed ..."

Cong Wanqing moved with a loud voice, and stood back with a mighty force. Fu Ailing climbed on his body like a swallow, turned sideways, put her lightly on the bed, then took off her clothes and grabbed them Fu Ailing also wrapped her red trousers on her ankles and threw her hands on the nightstand.

At this time, Yu Ling sighed secretly, bending her arms to cover her eyes. She felt that her mood was very contradictory at this time. Shouldn't she refuse and resist this time? How can it look like this?

Feeling Cong Wanqing's hand attached to her body, Fu Ailing made a low noise in her throat, and asked vaguely, "You ... didn't lie to me?"

"Wait a minute and you will know ... how can I lie to you?" Cong Wanqing said as he had been suppressed by Taishan ...

"Uh ..." Yu Ling felt that her body was about to fall apart, and it was about to turn into water ... Sweat flowed from her cheeks and mountains, and finally gathered to the lower abdomen.

"I ... no more ..." she whispered, her voice barely audible, she could only hear intermittent gasping.

Cong Wanqing was not moved at all, but Fu Ailing's begging for mercy ushered in his fiercer shock. Fu Ailing was tilting her head, squinting, looking at him with the light from the corner of her eye, and whispering, "You ... you are a devil ..."

With her arm, she wiped off the tiny tiny beads of sweat that had formed on her forehead. With this movement, her body was extremely twisted.

It seems that this detail makes Cong Wanqing more exciting, so that his emotions seem to have risen several times, and the subsequent movements have become more fierce and fierce.

Feeling that Cong Wanqing was working harder, Fu Ailing was biting her own arm, trying not to let herself shout out.

Cong Wanqing grasped her waist steadily and fixed her frantic body, but he himself was like a drilling team member, and each collision deeply impacted her sensitive nerves.

Fu Ailing felt that her soul was inspiring, and she fluttered lightly, as if flying in the clouds.

At that wonderful moment, shouting no longer seemed to make her feel shameful. She heard Cong Wanqing cry slowly, she knew that the man was also at a critical moment, and she could not help but open her mouth. Regardless, he shouted loudly: "Ah ... I am going to die ..."

"Then you die," said Cong Wanqing, and Yushan fell down. There were no other sounds in the room, only two people were breathing loudly.

"Say, don't you say there is something very important?" Lying in Cong Wanqing's arms, Fu Ailing looked up and asked in a low voice.

She didn't think that this man really had any important things. Perhaps, the so-called important thing in this man's heart was to insult herself in bed.

However, despite Fu Ailing's doubts, she couldn't help asking.

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