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Chapter 1021. Who is Secretary-General Wang?

While saying this, Zhao Xiaoting hurriedly sat up from Zhao Jianhui's arms, rolled her eyes at him and said, "Look at how sticky you are, go take a shower!"

Looking at her cute and slightly angry look, Zhao Jianhui shook his head, but there was nothing he could do. [.Com text] After Zhao Xiaoting got up and went back to the room, he ran to the bathroom on the second floor to take a shower. Lying in the bathtub and taking a bath, Zhao Jianhui's mind flashed from time to time, the alluring image of Zhao Xiaoting's snow-white body also tossing and turning in the bathtub.

Zhao Jianhui was distracted for a while and hurriedly picked up the nozzle and poured cold water on his head. Only then did Zhao Jianhui wake up a little.

After coming out of the bathroom, Zhao Jianhui came to Zhao Xiaoting's bedroom door and knocked lightly, but no one answered. "This girl didn't coax me to take a shower, then locked the door and went to sleep, right?" While thinking, Zhao Jianhui reached out and turned the doorknob, and with a click, the door opened gently.

When I stuck my head in through the crack in the door, I saw Zhao Xiaoting lying on the bed, with her pink legs crossed and her naughty and cute little feet dangling. That little girl was really moving. Zhao Jianhui was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled. He entered the house and closed the door gently. Zhao Xiaoting didn't notice it at all. It wasn't until Zhao Jianhui walked to Simmons' bed and took off her shoes to get on the bed that Zhao Xiaoting screamed and turned around and hummed: "Why didn't you knock on the door?"

Zhao Jianhui smiled and said: "In my own home, what door should I knock on?"

Zhao Xiaoting rolled her eyes at Zhao Jianhui and said angrily: "Oh my god, you have your own home, I have a share in it too!" The Simmons bed shook a few times, and when Zhao Xiaoting realized what was happening, Zhao Jianhui was already lying down next to her. Leaning on the head of the bed, he put his hands behind his head and said comfortably: "This bed is still comfortable! It's fragrant and soft!"

Zhao Xiaoting gave him a funny look and said, "Oh, of course, I bought the big beds in these rooms from Italy..."

Zhao Jianhui put his arms around her and asked, "Is the moon in foreign countries round every day?"

Zhao Xiaoting snorted and turned around, no longer paying attention to him, and her snow-white feet started to swing again. Right next to Zhao Jianhui's face. Zhao Jianhui accidentally reached out and grabbed her feet. Zhao Xiaoting turned her head and rolled her eyes at Zhao Jianhui, then shrank back. However, Zhao Jianhui's big and warm hands held her tightly, and Zhao Xiaoting stopped moving.

Holding Zhao Xiaoting's weak and boneless feet, Zhao Jianhui felt excited. Playing with it gently, his left hand gradually slipped into Zhao Xiaoting's pants and gently stroked Zhao Xiaoting's smooth calf. Zhao Xiaoting was silent at first, but after a while, she saw that Zhao Jianhui's hands were becoming more and more dishonest and had already touched the crook of her knee. Zhao Xiaoting said helplessly: "Hey, haven't you touched enough yet?"

Zhao Jianhui nodded and looked at the unique and charming light purple toenail polish on her crystal-clear little feet. Zhao Jianhui inserted five fingers into Zhao Xiaoting's onion-like toes, feeling the smooth squeezing. He couldn't put it down and played with them. He couldn't help but kiss the snow-white insteps gently.

Zhao Xiaoting giggled and couldn't help it any longer. She quickly retracted her feet and said coquettishly: "Brother, you are so perverted!"

Looking at Zhao Xiaoting who was smiling wildly on the pink Simmons bed, the thin satin clung to her sexy plump body, revealing her seductive curves. Zhao Jianhui's heart was beating so hard that he wanted to pounce on her, but he held back and looked at her with a sly look. Zhao Xiaoting chuckled charmingly: "Brother! Do you want it again?"

Zhao Jianhui shook his head: "It's not just once. Do you look down on me so much?"

Zhao Xiaoting blushed with embarrassment, lowered her head, and reached down with her white hands. As he slowly rubbed it through his clothes, Zhao Jianhui's blood immediately surged up and it swelled uncontrollably. Immediately afterwards, the belt that tied the meeting was loosened, and as soon as Zhao Xiaoting's soft and slightly cold hands came into contact, Zhao Jianhui felt that the blood in his body was boiling and rushing.

Zhao Xiaoting, however, shyly looked down at the object that she could not hold with her two little hands, and said in a low voice: "Brother, promise to give me a child, and I will promise you that I will give you as much as you want tonight." Second-rate……"

Zhao Jianhui felt his head buzzing, and he hugged Zhao Xiaoting's soft waist with force. Zhao Xiaoting is not wearing a bra. The two soft and tall balls were squeezed on Zhao Jianhui's chest, and the red lips were bitten by Zhao Jianhui, and then Zhao Jianhui pressed heavily on Simmons.

The big bed jumped a few times with their bodies. Zhao Xiaoting retracted her hand, but was held by Zhao Jianhui again. Zhao Xiaoting whispered: "It's so ugly!" She pinched it lightly, but it made Zhao Jianhui's movements even more crazy.

When Zhao Xiaoting's snow-white body was completely exposed under Zhao Jianhui, Zhao Jianhui slowly admired this delicate body that made him dream, and gently advanced.

"Oh" Zhao Xiaoting bit her lip hard, and a low moan that sounded like pain and relief sounded in Zhao Jianhui's ears, like fairy music, pleasing all the nerves in Zhao Jianhui's body.

Seeing Zhao Jianhui raising his head, closing his eyes slightly, looking like he was enjoying himself, Zhao Xiaoting suddenly raised her head and kissed Zhao Jianhui on the mouth with her delicate red lips: "Brother, hurry up... I want a child... "

"Xiaoting, I love you, I will give it to you..." Following Zhao Jianhui's words, the Simmons bed creaked, like a violent storm, and the rhythm was surprisingly fast.

Seeing Zhao Xiaoting's charming look with her starry eyes slightly closed, her red lips biting lightly, and her voice squeaking softly, Zhao Jianhui was filled with a huge sense of satisfaction. His face was gently pressed against Zhao Xiaoting's, feeling the warmth that connected with her soul.

At some point, Zhao Xiaoting's hands, which were hugging her knees, slowly dropped down. The beautiful little feet, which were raised on the side of Zhao Jianhui's face and had an attractive curve that made people's blood boil, slowly dropped down on Zhao Jianhui's shoulders. As Zhao Jianhui moved, the soft and smooth heels slid gently on Zhao Jianhui's shoulders, giving Zhao Jianhui an incomparable wonderful feeling.

That night, Zhao Jianhui himself couldn't remember how many times he went crazy while hugging Zhao Xiaoting. In the end, Zhao Xiaoting begged for mercy, and Zhao Jianhui hugged her and fell asleep.

Early in the morning, the sound of firecrackers outside the window was deafening. Zhao Jianhui rubbed his eyes and woke up. He looked at Zhao Xiaoting who was still curled up in bed like a kitten. He couldn't help but smile. He got up and walked to the window. Looking out from the window, he found that there was a magnificent red rainbow arch in front of the door of the small building behind his villa. On both sides of the huge balloons, long red couplets were hung. Through the gaps in the smoke of firecrackers, you can see the words on it: "Wish Wang Meng and Sang Rounong Zhang Zhixi; Congratulations to Secretary Wang for another promotion." It seems that someone is congratulating the young couple for having a boy, but this congratulatory couplet is quite peculiar.

Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but wonder who this Secretary Wang was, and secretly praised the person who wrote this couplet. After his daughter-in-law got married and had a child, the old man who was the secretary must have been promoted from the father generation to the grandfather generation.

As for whether this is what he understood, or the person who wrote this couplet is flattering, hoping that Secretary Wang will be promoted to a higher level in his career, it is unknown. Maybe it has both meanings?

Luxury vehicles are coming in and out on the road in front of the door. From time to time, people get off the car and walk into the building. It seems that they are all guests invited by the host, and the security guards are also helping to maintain order. When Zhao Jianhui saw that most of the vehicles were government license plates, he frowned. Which cadre is so ostentatious and doesn't care about the impact at all?

Looking at the flowers and people coming and going in front of the villa, Zhao Jianhui stared at the guests coming in and out, but unfortunately, he didn't see any acquaintances he knew.

At this time, Zhao Xiaoting didn't know when she had walked behind Zhao Jianhui, gently hugged his waist, noticed Zhao Jianhui frowning, and smiled softly: "You, I can't manage it."

Zhao Jianhui nodded and turned slowly. Zhao Xiaoting jumped up with a cry: "It's all your fault. It's past nine o'clock. Hurry up and get dressed to send me to the airport. Sister Qiuyu said yesterday that they would go directly from the hotel and not come here anymore... Hey, hurry up, my flight is at 10:30..."

"Hehe, did they hide away on purpose? Ye Qiuyu is so cunning." In her heart, she knew what Ye Qiuyu was thinking. When Zhao Xiaoting was with him, she always didn't dare to get close to him whenever there were outsiders. Maybe it was because she felt embarrassed that the original siblings did this? So whenever there were other people around, she always didn't dare to take the initiative.

It was hard for Ye Qiuyu to observe so carefully, so he took Erfeng and Yuan Yiyi to live in Yurun Xinghui Hotel and gave the whole villa to himself and Zhao Xiaoting.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up, I'm going to be late..." Zhao Xiaoting said as she rushed into the bedroom again. In less than 20 minutes, she had already dressed up, holding a makeup box and a small mirror in her hand, and walked out while drawing her eyebrows, urging Zhao Jianhui repeatedly: "Brother, are you ready? Hurry up..."

It seems that she is going to put on makeup in the car.

Zhao Jianhui agreed and walked out. The suitcase had been packed and placed in the living room yesterday. Zhao Jianhui moved it to the car for her, started the car and drove out. As expected, Zhao Xiaoting was sitting in the back seat of the car and was busy dressing herself up.

"Xiaoting, you are beautiful enough without dressing up. If you dress up again, those stewardesses will be embarrassed in a while..." Zhao Jianhui said half complimenting and half jokingly.

Hearing Zhao Jianhui praising herself, Zhao Xiaoting curled her cherry lips that were applying lipstick and giggled: "Brother, you are learning to be poor now..."

When they went there, Zhao Jianhui drove the car very fast and didn't pay attention to the scenery on the street at all. After sending Zhao Xiaoting back, when he passed by Jincheng Hotel, he saw dozens of government cars parked in front of the door. Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but stop and look. He realized that it was the family behind his villa, entertaining relatives and friends for sugar tea.

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