Yang Xiaonian’s Promotion

In the western suburbs of Luhe City, in an unremarkable-looking hotel, on a large double bed, Ruan Fengling tightly closed her vermilion mouth, and her pink cheeks were flushed red, letting his fingers touch her. Wandering around on his body, the temperature from the fingertips teased him to tremble slightly, but he refrained from saying a word.

  Yang Xiaonian jokingly stirred the pair of soft peaks in front of her chest, "Dare you say no? They're not going to attack themselves..."

   Ruan Fengling's face was hot and her eyes were tightly closed. If possible, she wanted to close her ears too, so as not to listen to Yang Xiaonian's crazy words in her ears. The thin red mist stained the snow-white skin, and the whole body trembled slightly. After Yang Xiaonian babbled nonsense in her ear for a while, her lips slipped towards her neck.

   "Yeah!" With an exclamation, the neck was unexpectedly sensitive, and the sensitive areas between the head, chest, and legs were caressed for a long time. Ruan Fengling couldn't help it and cried out softly. Yang Xiaonian looked at the expression on Ruan Fengling's face, and couldn't help but smile proudly.

   "Ah..." As Yang Xiaonian moved her fingers down, Ruan Fengling's back leaned forward, and she couldn't help but let out a long cry like the sound of heaven. "You bastard, you will bully people when you meet..."

"Come on, Sister Ruan, make your legs bigger." Yang Xiaonian's fingers slid against her pink thighs, and she said with a giggling smile, "If I don't bully you, you will hate it even more. I……"

   Ruan Fengling shyly buried her head in the mattress, refusing to raise her head, she just gasped in a low voice. "You little bastard... hurry up... stop... I can't stand you... ah..." As she spoke, Ruan Fengling's body stiffened, and her thighs began to close tightly to prevent him from playing around.

   "Split your feet." No matter how hard Yang Xiaonian tried, his fingers were tightly clamped and he couldn't move, so he ordered angrily.

  "No" Ruan Fengling blushed, looked up at him pitifully, trying to tell him to give up this shameful trick. Unfortunately, the hazy look in her eyes betrayed her.

  Yang Xiaonian looked at her blushing little face with amusement, kissed her lightly, and gently stroked her towering plumpness again.

   When he felt it, his flexible fingers brushed the pink pearls and traced them carefully with his fingertips, constantly stimulating Ruan Fengling's sensitive parts.

   "Ah...you...still like this... ah ah... don't... uh..." Ruan Fengling shuddered slightly and let out a coquettish pant, twisting her body, trying to avoid his big hand. But her sanity was so cool that she couldn't control her body, and only the slender waist, which was less than a grip, was still twisting in vain. But Yang Xiaonian stubbornly chased Ruan Fengling's chest shaking and continued to harass her that she could not bear.

   "Ah... let go of me... ah bastard!" Ruan Fengling shivered and let out an uncontrollable scream.

Yang Xiaonian leaned down and kissed her on the cheek lightly, then lingered on her slender and silky neck like a chick for a while, and then landed on her beautiful breast, gently tracing the charming beauty with her lips. Curve, I only feel that every inch of skin I touch is so fresh, smooth and full of attractive elasticity.

   Then, Yang Xiaonian's lips extended down, sliding over the snow-white belly. The tongue crawled little by little to Ruan Fengling's legs. Ruan Fengling's legs were widely separated, and she could feel the man's hot and rapid breathing, spraying it between her legs, making her soft skin feel soft and itchy.

   "No, don't..." Ruan Fengling said a suppressed voice, her slender legs trembled slightly. "Well! Still stubborn..." Yang Xiaonian raised his head and looked at her amusingly.

   "Hmm... No, I surrendered, I wanted to..." Ruan Fengling struggled in panic, her delicately carved feet were taut, and her tense fingers clung to the sheets under her.

  This man is such an asshole, because of the joke the two of them made when they entered the door, he actually tortured himself in bed like this. However, this guy seems to have learned a lot of new tricks outside this time. The feeling just now was really unbearable...

   Hearing that Ruan Fengling finally conceded defeat, and seeing that Ruan Fengling's body was ready to accept herself, Yang Xiaonian smiled proudly, straightened up, and pushed the fiery **** it.

Every friction made Ruan Fengling's abdomen contract like an electric shock. Seeing that Ruan Fengling was just closing her eyes and reluctantly endured her toying, Yang Xiaonian was so excited that she didn't want to endure it anymore. Qingrou pressed her body down like a cloud, and began to slowly wiggle her body.

   "Hmm...ah..." Ruan Fengling gasped nervously, her hands tightly clenching the sheets under her body, feeling the strength of a man, the fiery heat of a man.

   The pair of beautiful pink legs that are still tightly covered with black stockings on the shoulders bring people great visual stimulation. "Xiao... Wu Nian..." Like a small boat swaying in the wind and rain, Ruan Fengling's white teeth clenched her soft lips tightly, and she called out the name of her beloved. A steady stream of pleasure came, just like the long drought and the rain, so that she could no longer maintain a sober will, and her consciousness gradually fell into a loss.

   That night, Ruan Fengling's work report made Yang Xiaonian extremely satisfied. At five o'clock in the morning, Ruan Fengling started to get up and get dressed. Before going to work in the morning, she had to rush back to the development zone. Yang Xiaonian naturally followed, running water, washing his face and putting on clothes.

When he came here yesterday, because he was driving a small-brand official car, he threw his car in a hutong five or six hundred meters away from the hotel in order to fear that people would find out that the executive vice mayor came out to open a room. It was only after dawn that I drove over there. No matter how few people there were in that alley, there was still no chance that someone would find out and talk nonsense.

  As a result, after she sent Ruan Fengling away, she drove back to the city center and checked her watch. It was only half past six. I found a breakfast stall on the side of the road and asked for a bowl of porridge and a basket of steamed buns. It was only seven o'clock after eating and drinking.

  Look at this time, although the sky is already bright, there is still an hour to go to work. Thinking that it was really inappropriate to go to work at this time, Yang Xiaonian drove to the Luhe Winery in the south of the city. It was only 7:30 at the gate of the winery, and the guard at the gate did not dare to stop Yang Xiaonian's car when he saw the number. But Yang Xiaonian still stopped at the door and said to the two guards: "Inform you, Director Wang, that Mayor Yang is here."

  Yang Xiaonian put the car in front of the office building, and walked around the factory for half a lap with his hands behind his back, only to see Wang Mingtang clutching two safety helmets in his hands, running after him out of breath.

"Oh, Director Wang is here. I didn't give you time to prepare. I just wanted to come a little earlier to see the real situation of the winery. Director Wang won't blame me, right?" But how could Wang Mingtang dare to doubt what he said?

"Secretary Yang, this is the factory area. You should wear a safety helmet. You can look at the situation of the winery however you want, and look at it whenever you want. If I, Wang Mingtang, say something that is not true, I will I'll let you punish..." After receiving the call from the guard, Wang Mingtang was still a little suspicious, but after seeing the car parked in front of the office building, he believed that Yang Xiaonian had really come.

   But he was still muttering in his heart, why did Mayor Yang come so early? Isn't it time for work?

   After hearing what Yang Xiaonian said just now, Wang Mingtang realized that it turned out that Mayor Yang came to visit unannounced in advance, for fear that what he said when reporting his work would not match the actual situation of the winery.

   Actually, he knew that Mayor Yang went to a hotel last night to listen to the report. He got up early in the morning and came to him because he had nowhere to go.

   While walking, Wang Mingtang introduced Yang Xiaonian about the situation in the factory, but soon Wang Mingtang found that Yang Xiaonian walked so fast that he almost needed to trot all the way to keep up with Yang Xiaonian's pace.

As he walked, Yang Xiaonian couldn't help nodding, turned to look at Wang Mingtang and asked, "I read your report carefully, and now I have checked it on the spot, the situation of your factory is still good. But I don't understand, Since your winery is doing well, why do you still hope that the city can help you solve the problem of development funds? Your report states that it is 70 million yuan, so you don't have any money?"

"Oh, it's like this. Our winery has developed rapidly in recent years, and it has basically occupied the market of middle and low-end liquor in our province. But now liquor companies are profitable, and advertising fees also occupy a large part. Now our The plan is to double the production capacity, and then merge the three small wineries in the following counties and cities, use the brand influence of 'Lujiu' to promote the market with output, and expand the market share. In this case, our current funds I'm a little nervous, so..." Wang Mingtang didn't dare to say that Yang Xiaonian didn't understand anything this time, and didn't want to explain it to him.

After listening to Wang Mingtang's words, Yang Xiaonian said thoughtfully: "Director Wang, I don't think the brand of 'Lujiu' is very popular. This is because the production history of Luhe Distillery is relatively short. For many years, the original Luhe Winery was nothing more than a small handicraft workshop. The Luhe Winery was established after the founding of the People's Republic of China. Wine culture, wine culture, if we have wine without culture, it is not conducive to the promotion of brand influence. One is that your eyes are set on middle and low-grade wine, have you considered producing high-end liquor?"

Wang Mingtang rubbed his scalp, looked at Yang Xiaonian, and said with a little embarrassment: "This... Secretary Yang, this is the shortcoming of our Lujiu, in fact, I know it. However, our Lujiu is related to any historical celebrity, Jiuxian Shisheng can’t even connect with the eight poles, this… Culture can’t be faked, right? Besides, low- and mid-range liquors are selling well in our province, with a large market share, and high-end liquor stuff is usually the provincial capital. , Only those big cities in the Yellow Sea can sell..."

"Oh?" Listening to Wang Mingtang's words, Yang Xiaonian showed a thoughtful look, and said slowly: "Director Wang, do you have anything to say about our Luhe Municipal Party Committee Guest House? I still don’t understand things, I wonder if Director Wang can tell me?”