Qin Lang was easily influenced. After hearing what Wen Ling said, he agreed, "It's really not difficult for my brother-in-law to find a position for me in Yanjing. It's just that my work in Hanzhou is just getting started, and I'm ready to do a great job!"
Wen Ling rolled her eyes at Qin Lang and said unhappily, "You've been in the official career for so many years, haven't you seen through it yet? Political achievements are important, but not important. The key is to follow the right people and stand on the right side. You have long been branded by your brother-in-law, but if you don't follow your brother-in-law closely, I'm afraid you will be marginalized in the future."
Qin Lang seems to be flexible, but he is still a bit short-sighted in strategy. Perhaps it is because he is afraid of Fang Zhicheng, so he has never thought about clinging to Fang Zhicheng and using him to move up a few steps.
Qin Lang and Fang Zhicheng have a close relationship through Qin Yuming, but in Fang Zhicheng's camp, Qin Lang is just a peripheral member. He relies on Fang Zhicheng's influence to gain a foothold in Hanzhou, but if he does not continue to get closer to Fang Zhicheng, his future prospects may still face bottlenecks.
The best way is to follow Fang Zhicheng's footsteps. Qin Lang should follow wherever he goes. Don't feel embarrassed. This is the true meaning of learning to curry favor with others when being an official.
Qin Lang nodded. He had to admit that Wen Ling saw things more clearly than Qin Lang in some aspects. He said with emotion, "A word awakens a person from his dream. Wife, how come you are so amazing?"
Wen Ling stood up and twisted her waist. After the breastfeeding period, Wen Ling lost 20 kilograms in a month and returned to a girlish figure. She rolled her eyes at Qin Lang and said, "If I were a man, I would definitely be better off than you. It's a pity that I'm a woman. The two years of pregnancy were basically wasted. If I want to catch up, I can't catch up with you."
Qin Lang's face showed a moving expression. He walked to Wen Ling, gently put his arms around her waist, kissed her temples, and said, "Wife, I will definitely treat you well and let Qiuqiu live a happy life."
Wen Ling nodded and sighed, "Why should I go to the Beijing Office? If I work in a government office, you and I will both get a fixed salary, so how can we improve our living standards? You can't just ask your sister for money when you are short of money, right? The Beijing Office is a lucrative department, and if I go there, I can also increase the family's financial income."
Qin Lang's face turned red and white, and he said, "Sis is so rich, it's only natural for her to help us. As for making money, you'd better not take risks. If something goes wrong, it will be bad."
Wen Ling had her own plans in mind. She knew that Qin Lang was timid. Although he was already the director of the Commerce Bureau, he was a responsible person and always returned the gifts sent to him. Wen Ling didn't care about those small gifts. If he went to the Beijing Office and did well enough, it would not be such a small amount of money.
Wen Ling knew that if she continued to pursue a career in politics, she would probably not be able to match her husband, so she thought about taking the path of being both an official and a businessman. Using power to gain some wealth would be another kind of success.
After Qin Lang was gentle with her, Wen Ling found an excuse and hid in the bathroom. Sitting on the white porcelain toilet, Wen Ling suddenly felt itchy in her lower body. She opened her mobile phone and found the recording of her conversation with Fang Zhicheng just now. She put it to her ear and listened to it. She reached out and touched the red and tender part, gently rubbed it twice, and liquid gushed out.
Women's desires are relatively low during the lactation period. Wen Ling and Qin Lang's married life over the past year or so has been extremely dull. Now Fang Zhicheng's gentle and magnetic voice, like an electric shock, suddenly hits the depths of her soul, and the trickles converge into a torrent. Wen Ling covers her mouth with the phone with one hand, shaking the phone at the same time, venting from the heart, colliding back and forth in the closed space...
Knock, knock, knock! Qin Lang knocked on the door and said, "My stomach hurts a little!"
Wen Ling was like mud, slowly propping herself up and glancing at her cell phone. The screen was covered with sticky saliva. She had been in the bathroom for half an hour, and a puddle of greasy saliva had formed on the floor. She took a tissue and wiped it first, then wiped it roughly on the floor, threw it in the basket, and walked out of the bathroom in a panic.
Chapter 1072 One hundred million is the minimum consumption
After Wen Ling walked out of the room, she sat on the bed and felt suffocated. She knew how obscene what she had just done in the bathroom was, but she was an ordinary mortal with seven emotions and six desires. Since they first met many years ago, she had been deeply impressed and attracted by Fang Zhicheng's handsome appearance, elegant demeanor, and wise conversation.
Wen Ling has read books and has a good education, but facing this desire, she can't help but touch the bottom line step by step. This is the biggest secret of her life. If she tells others, they will probably laugh at her self-conceit. Wen Ling has no choice. Countless times, Fang Zhicheng has entered her dreams. Even when Qin Lang was lying on her, she closed her eyes more than once and mistook Qin Lang for Fang Zhicheng.
Is Wen Ling wrong
How unfair fate was to her. In terms of appearance and age, Wen Ling thought she was not much worse than Qin Yuming, but fate was so unfair that Qin Yuming could become Fang Zhicheng's lover, but she could not.
Fang Zhicheng rejected Wen Ling many times, but she never resented him. In her opinion, this was also the charm of Fang Zhicheng. He kept a certain distance from her because he had a bottom line and perseverance in his heart. The occasional contacts gave Wen Ling a lot of courage, because she knew that Fang Zhicheng was not completely rejecting her.
Going to the Beijing Office was, on the one hand, for Qin Lang's better future, and on the other hand, to get closer to Fang Zhicheng.
There was a gurgling sound coming from the toilet. Qin Lang let out a long sigh, walked in with a smile, rubbed his stomach and said, "It feels so good!"
Wen Ling was lying on her side with her back to the bed. Qin Lang scratched his hips, sighed helplessly, lay down quietly, and turned on the bedside lamp.
Qin Lang's love for Wen Ling came from the bottom of his heart. Over the years, Qin Lang's career had been smooth sailing. He had had opportunities to hunt for beauties, but he held back every time and did not cross that line, relying on his love for Wen Ling.
His parents often told him that men need to be tough sometimes, but Qin Lang didn't think so. He always felt that Wen Ling was outstanding and that marrying such a wife was a gift from God, so Qin Lang had no reservations about Wen Ling and obeyed her every word.
Qin Lang embarked on a career path, entered the officialdom, and constantly strived for promotion opportunities. On the one hand, he did it for himself, and on the other hand, he wanted to satisfy Wen Ling. Because Qin Lang knew that Wen Ling's dream was to make progress in her career. But because she married him and delayed having children for a few years, Wen Ling's dream was destroyed, so Qin Lang put the responsibility on himself.
In the eyes of others, Qin Lang is a workaholic. Although everyone knows that the reason why he climbed up like a rocket is because he had a good brother-in-law to help him, Qin Lang's business ability and risk-taking spirit still successfully conquered his superiors and colleagues.
Qin Lang felt a heat on his shoulder in a daze. He reached out and touched it, and found that Wen Ling's body was leaning towards him, as hot as a fire. Before he could react, the sensitive part of his lower body was pinched by a cold little hand, and after slowly doing it twice, Qin Lang felt his breathing become heavy.
"Wife, you finally want it?" Qin Lang lowered his voice and asked happily.
Wen Ling blocked his mouth, leaned close to his ear, and said, "Don't talk! Come on, I can't bear it anymore."
Qin Lang reached out to grab Wen Ling's pajamas. As soon as he took them off, he found his hands were warm and wet. He smiled and said, "It's really wet!"
Qin Lang was about to change his position and adjust himself to be above Wen Ling, but he felt something light on his right side. Wen Ling flew to the upper side of Qin Lang like a nimble swallow.
Wen Ling could no longer suppress the desire in her heart. She couldn't wait to block the outlet for her desire, so she took the initiative to sit on Qin Lang. A feeling of fullness soon spread throughout her body. Wen Ling reached down with her hands, covered half of Qin Lang's face, and kissed Qin Lang's lips, chin, and chest frantically.
Qin Lang pinched the bed sheet with both hands. He felt a feeling he had never experienced before, as if he was struck by lightning, sweeping through his whole body. He felt his legs were all stretched straight, and a stream of water was drawn out of his soul by a huge suction force.
Wen Ling could sense Qin Lang's condition, but she still couldn't feel fulfilled, so even though she felt weak, she kept shaking her hips until Qin Lang became like a puppet without any reaction. She let out a light sigh and fell onto the bed.
"Honey, I'm sorry. I've been too tired these days, so I didn't perform very well. Give me some time, and I will definitely give you a surprise tomorrow, how about it?" Qin Lang knew that Wen Ling was not completely satisfied, so he reached out and touched her shoulders.
"Go to sleep, I'm so tired!" Wen Ling closed her eyes and ignored Qin Lang.
Only five or six minutes later, Qin Lang began to breathe evenly, but Wen Ling opened her eyes, savoring the madness just now. Her heart was filled with regret, shame, apology, and satisfaction.
Lying on her husband's body, but fantasizing that the man underneath her is another man, what a selfish and dirty thought it is. However, Wen Ling immediately gave a reasonable reason. There are countless couples in the world who sleep in the same bed but have different dreams, and she is definitely not the only one.
Countless men fantasize about their wives being other women, and countless women hope that their husbands are as heroic as other men. This is a common evil thought in the human heart, and even saints cannot escape it.
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At ten o'clock in the evening, the Dragon Group base exuded a layer of tranquility. Except for a few houses emitting dim lights, the rest of the houses were all plunged into a dim world. The base activated the orange alert. Since its establishment, except for exercises, such a high level of alert has not exceeded three times.
Deep underground in a certain building, countless huge machines were roaring, the entire ground was moving rhythmically, and a large amount of firepower equipment emerged from the ground, forming a complete defensive firepower circle. If a military expert saw all this, he would probably be shocked, because it is hard to imagine that a situation that would only be played in a science fiction movie would exist in reality.