The door to the office of the Director of the Public Security Bureau was closed, and there were only two people in the room, Cong Wanqing and his confidant Yao Daoxin.
"Director, the news has come out. In addition to expressing gratitude, Gao Wenjun also came out with this set of numbers..." Yao Daoxin said as he took out a piece of paper and gently pushed it in front of Cong Wanqing. . A piece of paper written by Li Yekuan said a set of numbers "58867786612345678901222333445110987654321".
What is this stuff? The password doesn't look like a password, but you're using high technology for me
Cong Wanqing thought while wondering what this was.
At this time, Yao Daoxin spoke again: "Director, Gao Wenjun asked this to be given to his wife..."
"Huh? Oh, I see..." After a moment of confusion, Cong Wanqing copied the numbers on the desk calendar, silently rolled up the note and put it in his pocket.
"Director, there is another thing that I think is a bit strange..." Next, Yao Daoxin reported a situation to Cong Wanqing, which made Cong Wanqing feel that something was wrong.
Gao Wenjun's "Yu Linglong" was bought by someone, and now it has a new sign called "Lan Kwai Fong", but it is still in the entertainment industry.
Yu Linglong's assets were recovered by the government, but they were entrusted to the court for auction. But now I haven’t heard of holding an auction, so how come someone has already taken over and started the business
"Go and check, who is this person from Lan Kwai Fong doing? If he is Gao Wenjun's former subordinate, then..." As he said this, Cong Wanqing made a waving gesture.
Yao Daoxin looked serious and whispered: "I understand, Director, I'll go right away."
After Yao Daoxin left, Cong Wanqing couldn't sit still anymore. He tidied up, stood up, opened the door and walked out. When he got home, Sun Yan and Li Xiulan had not gotten up yet. Only Fu Ailing had just gotten up and was sitting in front of the dressing table to dress herself up.
She was wearing a black nightgown, with half of her breasts and both arms exposed. The black skirt formed a strong color difference with her skin. Her snow-white skin did not look like a middle-aged woman over thirty.
However, Fu Ailing felt that she was no longer young. After getting up every morning, she always spent a long time thinking about her face. She applied rouge and eye shadow to install false eyelashes, and used the brightest lipstick to smear her lips to make them big, thick, bright, and gorgeous. Then she unscrewed the bottle of nail polish and dyed her nails carefully, painting all ten nails. Bright red and translucent.
She stretched out her arm in front of the mirror and looked at her nails for a long time. Then she retracted her arm with satisfaction and gently teased her neck. Then he raised his feet and carefully traced the toes of one foot...
At this time, there was a slight sound of the door lock turning. Fu Ailing's toes were just halfway painted, and she stood on one leg independently, jumping on tiptoe to open the bedroom door a crack. She didn't open the door and go out. She just put her eyes on the crack of the door and looked out. After seeing clearly 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 dressing table, Cong Wanqing heard the movement in the room, opened the door from behind and walked in.
When Fu Ailing turned her face, what caught her eyes was Cong Wanqing's angular, gloomy and cold face. Her legs softened and she almost fell to the ground. She unnaturally covered her chest and asked, "You...what are you doing?" Are you back at this time? You don’t have to go to work?”
"Isn't it going to be time to get off work at noon soon? Do you still have enough things at home? If not, I will buy them back when I come back in the afternoon..." The staple food, non-staple food, and snacks for the three women in the family need to be purchased by him personally. Bought back.
Cong Wanqing spoke lightly, but his eyes were fixed on Fu Ailing.
Dappled sunlight came in from the window and shone on her body. Through her thin nightgown, she could vaguely see her inner body, as well as the narrow red panties on her plump butt.
Fu Ailing's body revealed a coquettish temptation deep in her skirt, which made Cong Wanqing swallow with difficulty.
Cong Wanqing came over and hugged her from behind, and Fu Ailing let out an exclamation. The voice was weak, as high-pitched and melodious as a cat's meow, and it could touch people's heartstrings.
"No... Brother Cong, you can't... Why do you look like you haven't seen a woman in your life? She just put on makeup..." Fu Ailing said incoherently, trying to break away from his arms.
Doesn't this guy love Li Xiulan the most? Why has he been pestering him these past two days? This big pervert would leave young and beautiful women like Sun Yan and Li Xiulan alone instead of looking for them, but he would bother him, an old woman in his thirties. Could it be that he likes older people
In fact, Fu Ailing is not as old as Cong Wanqing. Even if Cong Wanqing likes someone older, he can't fall in love with her.
Cong Wanqing likes to pester her in the past two days. It is simply because of her maturity and her skills in that area that Li Xiulan and Sun Yan cannot compare.
Cong Wanqing's hand went around her waist and climbed to her chest, roughly squeezing her peak, pinching Fu Ailing's pointed peak between his thumb and another finger, and twisting it slowly but resolutely. Moving.
His warm breath blew on the smooth back of her neck, his other hand lifted her hair, and his mouth kissed her smooth shoulder softly.
She felt his teeth touch her skin, making her shiver. And just when she thought his mouth would slide down her smooth back, he let down her hair and leaned his face on her shoulder. She hugged him gently and made no further moves.
Since being violated by him in the past few days, Cong Wanqing has been synonymous with shamelessness and fierceness in her heart. This man doesn't care about a woman's feelings at all. As long as he wants it, he will do it regardless of the occasion or time...
Unexpectedly, he was a little tender and weak at this time, which made Fu Ailing feel infinitely tolerant. But at this time, her body reacted to it instinctively and naturally.
Her waist began to sway slightly, and as Cong Wanqing squeezed, a pleasant feeling quickly spread throughout Fu Ailing's body.
She felt a fingertip slipping along the side of her waist and exploring between her slightly open slit.
Then his thumbs suddenly hooked the elastic band around her waist and began to pull it down. He easily got the unobstructed panties between her knees, spread her legs with his own knees, and stretched the small piece of red lace into a stretchy bridge.
Fu Ailing turned around in his arms at this time, face to face, staring at him with a complicated mood for a few seconds, and whispered: "No... you should... go find Li Xiulan." …”
When she said this, Fu Ailing clearly found that her voice was so weak and soft.
Cong Wanqing smiled and said: "No, I came here specifically to find you today... Wait a moment, I have very important news to tell you..."
Fu Ailing looked at him blankly, and then slowly closed her eyes.
This action revealed the shaking heartbeat in her chest and exposed her true inner thoughts. Cong Wanqing smiled proudly in his heart and kissed her lips that had just been painted with lipstick. Fu Ailing's heart was up and down, and her tongue felt Cong Wanqing's tongue, slowly intertwining with his.
The two of them kissed hungrily and panted. Taking advantage of a gap, Fu Ailing whispered delicately: "Why are you still standing here? Hold me to my chest..."
Cong Wanqing moved when he heard the sound, and hugged Fu Ailing with great strength. Fu Ailing was as light as a swallow and clung to him. He turned sideways and put her gently on his chest. Then he took off his clothes and grabbed her. Ailing's red panties were still wrapped around her ankles, and she threw them on the bedside table.
At this time, Yu Ling sighed secretly in her heart and bent her arms to cover her eyes. She felt that her mood at this time was very contradictory. At this time, shouldn't she refuse and resist? How could it be like this
Feeling Cong Wanqing's hand clinging to her body, Fu Ailing made a low sound in her throat and asked vaguely: "You... didn't lie to me?"
"You'll know in a minute... How could I lie to you?" Cong Wanqing said, already pressed down like a mountain...
"Uh..." Yu Ling felt as if her body was falling apart and turning into water... Sweat flowed from her cheeks and mountains, and finally gathered in her lower abdomen.
"I... can't do it anymore..." She whispered, her voice almost inaudible, only intermittent breathing could be heard.
Cong Wanqing was unmoved at all, but Fu Ailing's begging for mercy was met with a more ferocious impact from him. Fu Ailing tilted her head, squinted her eyes, looked at him from the corner of her eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "You... you are a devil..."
She wiped away the fine beads of sweat on her forehead with her arms. With this movement, her body became extremely twisted.
It seemed that this detail made Cong Wanqing even more irritated, so much so that his emotions seemed to surge several times, and his subsequent movements became even more swift and fierce.
Feeling Cong Wanqing exert more force, Fu Ailing bit her arm and tried her best not to scream.
Cong Wanqing firmly grasped her waist to stabilize her restless body, but he himself was like a drill team member, each bump deeply impacting her sensitive nerves.
Fu Ailing felt that her soul was invigorated, and her body was light and airy, as if she was flying in the clouds.
In that wonderful moment, it seemed that shouting was no longer something she was ashamed of. She heard Cong Wanqing let out a soothing cry. She knew that the man had reached a critical moment at this time. She couldn't help but open her mouth, regardless, and screamed loudly: "Ah... I'm going to die..."
"Then you go die." As he said this, Cong Wanqing's body fell down like a jade mountain. There was no other sound in the room, only two people breathing loudly.
"Tell me, don't you tell me that there is something very important?" Lying in Cong Wanqing's arms, Fu Ailing raised her head and asked in a low voice.
She didn't think that this man really had anything important to do. Maybe the so-called important things in this man's heart were just an insult to herself.
However, even though Fu Ailing had doubts, she still couldn't help but ask.