"What's wrong with you? Your face is sweaty, are you sick? Your face is so red." Xiao Ting was startled and asked with concern.
Liu Jing gasped for a while and finally could speak, and smiled: "Xiaoting, I'm not sick, I'm treating a sickness. We still have business, so we won't talk anymore. See you at school in the afternoon."
"Cure that rogue's single organ stiffness, hahahaha." Fan Jiaojiao laughed wildly, stepped on the accelerator, and the Mercedes Benz accelerated away.
"Hey, cure, what are you talking about?" Xiaoting scratched her head, really strange people, what are they doing, what are they treating so strange
But from the black rear window of the Mercedes-Benz, Xiao Ting vaguely saw the postures of Zhang Yuan and Liu Jing, and Zhang Yuan who seemed to be wearing no pants. Xiao Ting suddenly understood, "God! They are in xx !" Xiao Ting's face blushed. Who are these people? They are all hooligans. They actually do that kind of thing in the car and deliberately do it in front of me. It's really annoying and makes me feel enthusiastic. , And, the bicycle seat, why is the front piece so in the way
"Haha, Liu Jing, when will you treat me?" Fan Jiaojiao talked nonsense as she drove.
"Fan Jiaojiao, you fellow, let you do this next time, I'll learn to drive tomorrow!" Liu Jing waved her small fist angrily. It's really shameful. In front of a good friend, how can I see Xiaoting in the future? .
"Haha, what are you afraid of? If it was someone else, I wouldn't be like that, Xiaoting, didn't you say that you want to help her cure myopia." Fan Jiaojiao squeezed her eyes badly at the rearview mirror. "Maybe It won’t be long before you can see her being ecstatic by her husband."
"That can't be the case." Liu Jing's temper became much less after Fan Jiaojiao's explanation, and she said to Zhang Yuan: "How about my husband? Xiaoting is actually pretty."
"I'll talk about it later." Zhang Yuan was busy, turning Liu Jing over, separating the two round legs of silk stockings glowing with crystal black silk, and stepping Liu Jing's two fleshy feet on the back of Fan Jiaojiao's chair. Put another foot on the platform behind the back seat, and the door was opened wide so that she could attack more violently.
"No, I'm already full." Liu Jing blocked the tunnel entrance with her small hand, forbidding trains to pass.
"Hey, I'm not full when you are full." Zhang Yuan was very angry.
"Then you go eat Fan Jiaojiao." The little girl turned out to have revenge.
"No, who is driving?" Fan Jiaojiao immediately countered and threatened, "Should I drive the car back now, pick up Xiaoting, and let her see clearly this time?"
"No!" Liu Jing screamed, and had to let go, and let the big train with red traffic head go into her tight, slippery underpass.
"My Xian Jing, you are getting tighter and tighter, it's like having countless hands holding me, it's so comfortable."
Maybe because Taohua Gong is really beneficial in the way of husband and wife, so even slack women will get closer and closer, not to mention girls like Liu Jing, the more Zhang Yuan gets it, the more attractive there is.
"Oh... I can't do it." Liu Jing shouted wildly, her body swaying rhythmically, her chest Xuefeng swaying back and forth in the cotton T-shirt, it was so tempting that Zhang Yuan couldn't wait to roll up her clothes. Liu Jing's small cover has been loosened, and the little rabbits tremblingly blinked at Zhang Yuan cutely. Zhang Yuan swallowed and spit, tied up the hem of his shirt, and began to sprint vigorously, fiercely. The ground was sent to the innermost part of Liu Jing.
Fan Jiaojiao was also moved by the sullen sound behind and the crackling sound of water hammering. She parked the car in a shaded area, turned around, and admired the two stacked bodies in the back seat. Watching her husband's movements between Liu Jing's legs, her heartbeat speeded up, and a rush of heat rose in vain. She couldn't help her legs, and felt that the heat from under her had slipped out.
But at this very fragrant moment, the hapless cell phone made annoyingly loud noises again, and the music that I usually thought was pretty good, I felt so annoying at this moment.
"Can you come later next time? It will be irritating all the time!" Zhang Yuanyu read easily on his mobile phone: screaming sullenly.
"Ignore it." Fan Jiaojiao looked energetically.
But the thing kept ringing, and Zhang Yuan's interest was lost. He had no choice but to reach out and take out the phone from the ankle-length trouser pocket, and took out his cell phone very hard, with a number he hadn't seen before.
"Hey, who?" Zhang Yuan's tone was not very good when he called and was not there when he interfered with his good deeds.
Probably he was frightened by Zhang Yuan's rough voice, and the other side froze for a while and then asked timidly: "It's Zhang Yuan... the boss?" A little woman's voice.
"Boss Zhang Yuan?" Zhang Yuan chuckles. Although he is really the boss, no one has called him that. Hearing the voice of a nice woman across from him, Zhang Yuan immediately changed his tone and asked softly: "I am Zhang. Yuan, are you?"
"I am Willow Leaf."
"Oh, it's Liu Ye." Zhang Yuan immediately thought of the young and graceful white-collar lady, and quickly asked: "What's the matter?"
"No, oh... It's not nothing, it's a little bit." Liu Ye seemed shy and hesitant.
"Well, you said, it's okay, you helped me, and I can help you too." Zhang Yuan comforted Liu Ye. He was a good student this time, put the phone behind the seat, clipped the Bluetooth headset, and then Pressed on Liu Jing's matte body, calling to do good things without fail.
"I think... I would like to invite you to lunch and meet up." Liu Ye was a little hesitant today. She didn't know what embarrassment she had encountered. It was because of this that she didn't notice the whispering voice from the other side of the phone. .
"Okay, wait for the meeting." Zhang Yuan closed the line and said quickly, "Driver, go to Pudong. Someone from the US Bank invites you to dinner.
"My sister won't be your driver." Fan Jiaojiao chuckled.
"Oh, you said it." Zhang Yuan replied unscrupulously with Fan Jiaojiao's auxiliary words.
However, Fan Jiaojiao did not refuse. Please eat, don’t go to Baidu, but Liu Jing strongly objected, "Don’t go, don’t go!"
"Why?" Zhang Yuan wondered.
"That's my cousin!" Liu Jing roared, and then burst into a frenzy for the first time, Xiaorou Fist patted Zhang Yuan's head, "You big gangster, fuck me in front of my friend. Then fuck me in front of my cousin, how would you let me see them! Oh, it's so ugly!"
"Hahahaha." Fan Jiaojiao smiled miserably.
"No wonder they are all named Liu." Zhang Yuan scratched his head, "Why is this world so small?"
After half an hour, Zhang Yuanshen appeared in front of the US Bank in a refreshing manner. The thing about a man is very strange. If there is less water in the pool, his head will be slumped. There is an idiom called listlessness, which means it, of course. It's boring. However, there is too much water in the pool to be released, which is also an unlucky picture. Just like the newspaper reported not long ago that the national football players opened rooms with women before the game, in fact, as long as it is not excessive, it is still beneficial to the state of the game. As for why not win Ball, that's a technical problem.
Zhang Yuan had just released this meeting. He was naturally happy and sent his woman to the peak several times, which gave the man a sense of heroism in his heart.
However, Fan Jiaojiao and Liu Jing still did not follow. It happened that the road was close to Luyao's house, so Zhang Yuan sent them to his godmother's house for dinner, and he drove to Pudong alone.
"I thought you weren't coming." Willow Ye stood at the door of the bank, probably for a while, with sweat on his forehead.
"The distance is relatively long, and noon is the peak time." Zhang Yuan explained, and then asked: "Why don't you wait in the bank? Why stand in the sun? Is sunbathing popular now?"
"No." Liu Ye laughed at his sunbathing, and then said, "It's okay, but I am a little anxious in my heart, I want to see you as soon as possible."
"Oh? What's the urgent matter?" Zhang Yuan was a little surprised. What's the matter with Liu Ye being so anxious? Is it Rois? Didn't Bai Xiaojie let him be done
"It's not convenient to say here, let's go to the Mediterranean restaurant." Liu Ye said after looking back at the bank.
"Well."
Because the Mediterranean Restaurant and the Smith Barney Bank are not far away, they did not drive, and Liu Ye walked in front, followed by Zhang Yuan. Walking behind the willow leaves, you can see that her back is a little wet. She is wearing a uniform white blouse from the US Bank. Because it is a little wet, it looks very transparent. Zhang Yuan can clearly see the bra strap behind the willow leaves, the straps are on the ground. Tightly, the graceful jade back looks a little plump, and Liu Ye is actually wearing a black one. This reminds Zhang Yuan of Liu Jing just now. Are these cousins all fond of black inner show? Then the small strips of cloth between the willow leaves' legs are also black? Is it also a luxuriant grass like Liu Jing
Zhang Yuan thought, realizing that he was actually hot again, so he stopped quickly. This was the street, and he didn't care about his bottom. Fortunately, the movement was not too big.
It was 200 meters away and arrived soon. The Mediterranean without French girl Sophie disappointed Zhang Yuan, but think about it, isn’t there a white-collar lady around him? Don't be greedy. With such a beautiful woman, I don't know how many men admire it, not to mention that she still has relatives with Liu Jing.
Of course, what makes Zhang Yuan more satisfied is that the service with the discounted gold card is indeed very good. Not only does it allow them to eat in a rare small box in the Mediterranean, but also they are almost surrounded by service staff. The feeling of being rich and powerful is that Okay, it feels good to be served by others.
But Liu Ye was not quite used to it, frowning at Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan knowingly ordered a few dishes, and then let the waiters who hugged them all go out.
In fact, the independent small box is the wedge seat of the building. It is closed and can only seat four people at most. Zhang Yuan thinks that such a small box is very good. Why is it so big? Does such a compact small place make people feel like it? What about the ambiguous feeling, Zhang Yuan felt this way, didn't the young woman on the other side feel it
"Now can you tell me what the hell is going on?" Zhang Yuan handed out a wet wipe wrapped in aluminum foil. It was taken out of the refrigerator. It was very cool. Customers coming in from outside would have their eyes open when they wipe their foreheads. feel.
"Thank you." Liu Ye took it, opened it, and wiped the fine sweat beads on his forehead, and then wiped the white and delicate face with the other side. At that moment, Zhang Yuan was thinking if the wet wipes were his own mouth. , The smooth forehead, the powdery face and peach cheeks that can be broken by blowing, even if there is salty sweat, dust, or foundation wetted by sweat, it doesn’t matter. He also eats into his stomach willingly. .
After Liu Ye wiped her face, she still didn’t speak. As if she didn’t know what to say, Zhang Yuan had already fully guessed the point. Although it would be better for Zhang Yuan to let the requester speak out by himself, it would be better for Zhang Yuan, but Liu Ye’s troubles were caused by himself. After he came out, he couldn't live without a conscience. Zhang Yuan felt that he was very conscientious.
So Zhang Yuan took the initiative to say: "What's wrong? Ha ha, someone wants to ask you to eat a cigar?"