trousers, Ji Bai walked over slowly, put his hands around her back, rested on the table, lowered his head to her ear: "Is there anything else you want to do?"
Only then did Xu Xu look up at him, stunned.
The yellowish light shone down from the top of his head, his tough and heroic face was close at hand, and his tall body became more slender and flexible under the light, and every inch of muscle seemed to reveal a faint heat, beside her.
Xu Xu's face warmed slightly. After all, the two did not do it a few times during pregnancy. From the late stage of pregnancy to the present, the two of them are self-made and have not taken a step forward.
Of course, it is now possible.
Seeing that she had received the signal, Ji Bai got up satisfied and picked up a towel from the side: "I'll go take a bath first."
As soon as he entered the bathroom, Xu Xu thought about it for a while, then threw away the information at hand, opened the closet, and started looking for pajamas... Well, after a long drought, when the rain comes, and when the dry wood encounters a blazing fire, it's time to choose an interesting set to add to the fun. He was holding a few sets for comparison, when suddenly he heard the sound of water in the bathroom stop, and Ji Bai's voice lingered: "Wife, I forgot to take the bath towel."
"Oh." Just as Xu Xu wanted to get up and look for him, he suddenly realized that he had just brought a bath towel in.
Xu Xu couldn't help laughing—his hint was really obvious. Looking down at the several sets of mature women's pajamas on the bed - which set to wear
—
Since moving in together, Ji Bai specially asked someone to replace it with an oversized bathtub, and there was room to roll around with Xu Xu in his arms. Hearing Xu Xu's reply, he continued to lean in the bathtub, his arms resting on the edge of the bathtub, and he waited leisurely.
After a while, I heard familiar and light footsteps approaching. After all, he had endured for half a year. Ji Bai just stared at the door, his throat and body felt a little tight and hot at the same time.
The door was pushed open and Xu Xu walked in.
When Ji Bai saw her for the first time, the feeling of anxiety and tenseness on his body was suddenly so intense that it was about to explode—
Xu Xu covered his entire body with only a bath towel. The man looked whiter and softer than a bath towel, with a thin red face, he walked up to him: "Here, I'll give you a bath towel."
A deep smile suddenly appeared in Ji Bai's eyes, he got up from the water, picked her up, and closed the bathroom door with his backhand.
A room of infatuation. (Old ink: Hahaha)
When it was over, it was already midnight, Ji Bai pressed Xu Xu down with satisfaction, and continued to kiss her all over her body.
After a while, he remembered something and said to Xu Xu, "Shu Hang has been chasing Yao Meng for almost a month."
Xu Xu was slightly startled: "Doesn't he need to go back to Beijing?"
"His company's most recent project is in Lin City." Ji Bai smiled, "He said that Yao Meng had already rejected him more than ten times."
Xu Xu nodded, "Yes." After thinking about it, he sighed and asked, "Do you think they are suitable?"
Ji Bai didn't answer this question, but said, "Shu Hang's mouth is poor, and his mind is deeper than anyone else's. Whether it's suitable or not is their problem." He paused and said, "Maybe now It's not suitable, but Yao Meng has to move forward."
—
In the end, what happened, Ji Bai just got home from get off work the next day and was about to make out with his wife when he received a call from Shu Hang.
Different from the laughter and laziness of the past, today Shu Hang's tone was a bit solemn: "I know all about Yao Meng's past."
Ji Bai was silent for a moment—he kept refraining from talking about Yao Meng. But he also knew that if Shu Hang had the heart, he would definitely find someone to find out.
"Then are you still chasing?" Ji Bai asked.
Shu Hang didn't answer right away.
It was sunset time when I called Ji Bai. His car was parked in front of a cafe.
The cafe is owned by Yao Meng. Every afternoon, she would come here to sit upstairs for a while. Shu Hang was chasing people in a tight and airtight manner, of course it was clear.
Right now, he was sitting in the car, watching Yao Meng come out of the cafe, still as beautiful and gentle.
"Let's talk about it." He hung up Ji Bai's phone and quietly watched her slender back across the traffic and crowd.
Suddenly, a BMW convertible drove across the street and slowly stopped in front of Yao Meng. Yao Meng showed a sweet smile at the man in the car.
Shu Hang's eyes straightened immediately.
—
It was Feng Ye who was driving. He wore a straight suit, and after shaved off his beard, he regained his former handsomeness and tallness, or perhaps because of the hardships, his brows had a bit of toughness that his peers did not have. He got out of the car, opened the passenger car door for Yao Meng, and watched her get in the car with a smile.
After Lin Qingyan's death, the police thoroughly searched his home, and finally found all the evidence in a locked basement—potassium cyanide, aphrodisiacs, chains, and many photos of the victim's life. There are also photos of the eight victims of the "Angel Case" that year. Coupled with the confessions of Ji Bai and others, Feng Ye was finally cleared of the crime.
It's just that there were several other missing persons that year, and the information and bodies were not found, so it is impossible to determine whether it is related to Lin Qingyan. The police can only infer that it was hidden in other places by Lin Qingyan, and the specific circumstances are no longer known.
According to Lin Qingyan's will, all his huge property was left to Yao Meng. However, according to the estimates of Hong Kong lawyers, about one-third of them are inherited from President Qin, who is Feng Ye's mother. Yao Meng agreed to divide the property and return it to Feng Ye. Some handover procedures are in progress.
And the fact that the two of them were harmed by Lin Qingyan was also spread among the friends they used to know. Everyone was indignant and sad, and they accepted Feng Ye's return again. Today, Feng Ye came to pick up Yao Meng, just to meet some high school classmates at his villa.
Seeing Yao Meng sit down, Feng Ye said softly, "I've prepared a barbecue tonight, and your favorite creme brulee."
Yao Meng: "Thank you."
The evening sun was still a little scorching hot. Feng Ye lowered his head and saw that her slender neck was as crystal clear as jade in the sun. With a little concentration, he put his hand on the back of her chair: "Is it hot? Do you want to close the car cover? "
Yao Meng smiled and shook her head, "It's alright, it's good to be in the sun."
Feng Ye nodded, put his hand on her back and didn't move, turned his eyes slightly, and saw the Cadillac behind him, the tall and handsome man was still staring at them.
Feng Ye recognized him, Ji Bai's friend Shu Hang, who had met at the last full moon banquet.
The eyes of the two of them crossed each other in the air, Feng Ye smiled at him lightly, only to make Shu Hang's heart skip a beat. Feng Ye had already started the car and took Yao Meng away.
—
Feng Ye's newly bought villa is in the suburbs of Lin City, where the trees are lush, quiet and elegant. A few friends sat together in the garden for barbecue, drinking, chatting, and talking about the past, they were all very embarrassed.
Compared to the reckless young man back then, Feng Ye's temperament was much more gentle and restrained. He sat beside Yao Meng the whole time, taking care of her very naturally. At this time, some classmates joked: "The two of you were separated by accident, and now you don't think about continuing the relationship?"
After speaking, everyone laughed, and Feng Ye laughed too, with his hands on the back of Yao Meng's chair, his black eyes looked at her quietly. When everyone saw his expression, they would feel relieved and smiled kindly.
Yao Meng smiled, but said, "It's all in the past, don't mention it again. Are the wings baked?"
Feng Ye was stunned for a moment, and the others immediately agreed: "It's baked, it's done, here it is!"
After eating for a while, Feng Ye went into the house to get other food. Yao Meng chatted with everyone for a while, put her bag in the chair, got up, went into the room, and went to the bathroom.
The villa was brightly lit, and she walked along the corridor. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
The door to the room on the right was slightly closed, but a few pictures could still be seen hanging on the wall. There is a group photo of Feng Ye with two old people—Yao Meng recognizes his deaf and mute parents; there is also a high school graduation photo; there is also a huge art photo of her—that was when the two fell in love, Feng Ye saved For half a month's food, she paid for the photos she took.
She pushed open the door gently.
It looks like a showroom, and in addition to photos, there are many objects - old cameras, books, and some small sculptures.
At this moment, Feng Ye's low and gentle voice sounded behind him: "A lot of things have been lost, and not many can be recovered. Just put some here."
Yao Meng turned her head and smiled at him, "I'll add more things later."
Feng Ye didn't answer, his tall and tall body leaned against the cabinet, looking down at her without saying a word. The atmosphere in the house became a little ambiguous.
Of course Yao Meng understood what he was thinking, but she just pretended not to see it, and looked at the row of dolls on the cupboard with interest. It was a woodcarving of a human face, made of orange-yellow round wood, all round and lovely baby faces, lifelike. The eyes are made of black halite, and the mouth seems to be inlaid with porcelain or jade, revealing some white luster.
She naturally changed the subject: "Where did you buy this? It's very chic. Can you pick it up and take a look?"
Feng Ye picked up one and handed it to her: "Of course. A friend made it by himself and gave it to me."
Yao Meng praised, "Your friend's hands are really good." She put down the doll and said, "Go out." As she walked to the door, her waist tightened and Feng Ye pulled her back again.
Yao Meng was short of breath, and a conditioned reflex reached out and pushed him. Feng Ye's arms were very strong, he held her tightly and only looked down at her. The handsome face was covered with a hazy sheen by the light.
"Xiaomeng, whether it's in the past or now, whether it's working in Hong Kong or fleeing... I haven't stopped loving you for a day. Can you give me a chance to come back to me?"
—
When Yao Meng and a few classmates came out of Feng Ye's villa, it was already dark. Because she didn't want Feng Ye to see her off, she asked the driver to drive over in advance and parked outside Feng Ye's villa.
As soon as the car drove a short distance, at a fork in the road, she parted with the others.
Instead of going home right away, she pulled over to the side of the road. This is a big road with bright lights. There are many small shops next to it, and many people eat snacks on the side of the road. The atmosphere is lively and cheerful. She sat quietly for a while and called Xu Xu.
Xu Xu had just coaxed the child to sleep, and Ji Bai was taking a bath. She picked up a stack of documents that Ji Bai had just brought back from the police station today, and was looking at it. Seeing that the number was Yao Meng, she smiled, "Isn't it because of Shu Hang?"
Yao Meng also smiled: "He's not the problem, I won't accept anyone at this stage." After a pause, she said, "Feng Ye just proposed to get back together, but I refused."
Xu Xu thought for a while: "The right decision."
Yao Meng leaned back in the car seat and looked at the deep blue night sky above her head. "Why? What do you think of him? Say it directly."
Xu Xu replied: "He's not a good match. He was arrogant and arrogant when he was young, and then he lived a life of darkness and darkness in the forest for three years. Of course, this is not an absolute disadvantage, but you both have too many things on your shoulders. , you still have a fresh start in the future, it's better."
Yao Meng was stunned for a moment, and replied softly, "I actually didn't think about it that much. It's just that the past has passed, and I have no feelings for him anymore."
"Oh. Right."
This reaction made Yao Meng laugh, and she felt a little disappointed, but she also became happy: "Okay, come and accompany me to be my son. I'll see you in a few days, and I'm dead."
Both of them hung up. Because of her, Xu Xu thought of Lin Qingyan's case again, put aside the documents Ji Bai had just brought back, took out the previous file from the drawer, and read it again.
—
Yao Meng hung up the phone, put the phone back in her bag, and was about to start the car when she was stunned.
Opening the bag, she flipped through it carefully, only to realize that the key to the house was missing. In retrospect, I got up and went to the toilet in the garden and put my bag in the chair, maybe it fell out at that time.
Yao Meng was a little embarrassed to turn around to find Feng Ye, but she didn't care too much. I looked up and saw that it was a one-way street. It wasn't far from Feng Ye's house anyway, so I locked the car and walked back.
The night is dark and the lights are bright. This is the best villa area in the city. There are security guards on duty every short section, and there are also a row of luxury shops next to it, which are still open. She walked along the tree-lined road to Feng Ye's house step by step, and soon saw the iron gate of his house.
Just as she was about to walk over to ring the doorbell, she saw Feng Ye sitting alone in the reclining chair on the porch, across the hollowed-out carved blue wall, holding a human-faced doll she had just seen in his hand, with a faint smile on his lips.
Yao Meng was stunned for a moment and stood there, watching him not move. I saw him pick up the doll, bring it close to his lips, and kiss him lightly. The moonlight was extremely clear and bright, and the piece of porcelain white like teeth in the doll's mouth shone with a soft shimmer.
Yao Meng's heart suddenly trembled, she stood silently for a moment, then slowly and silently retreated.
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At the same time, when Ji Bai returned to the bedroom after taking a shower, he saw Xu Xu dismantling all the information pages and spreading them all over the table, watching intently.
"Looking at the Lin Qingyan case again?" Ji Bai asked softly.
Xu Xu sighed and said, "Husband, do you remember? I told you that before Lin Qingyan died, he said that he only blamed Tan Liang after Tan Liang killed the third person. Later, when we analyzed the case, we felt that , Potassium cyanide is a very difficult poison to get. Lin Qingyan can buy it from the black market in Hong Kong; Tan Liang is just an ordinary university graduate and an ordinary forest ranger. Where can he buy it? We have not been able to find out.
I just turned over the previous file and compared it. The third case is too similar to the first two. So we can only think that Tan Liang happened to be a forum expert, and he happened to be familiar with everything about the "Angel Case". He happened to encounter Lin Qingyan committing the crime, which triggered his criminal impulse, and then used the same method to imitate Lin Qingyan to commit the crime.
So many coincidences make me feel uneasy, and I always feel that something is not right. The more times I read the files, the stronger this feeling becomes. "
Ji Bai nodded, what she said was also his doubts. Touching her head: "Let's look at the file again."
He sat down beside her and picked up the materials she had put on the table that she had just brought back from the police station today. This was handed to him by Zhao Han when he got off work, saying that it was the follow-up information on the angel case from Hong Kong that he received in the afternoon.
He was originally calm, picked it up and read a few lines, his expression changed, and after reading it quickly, he looked up at Xu Xu, and said solemnly: "Hong Kong, a group of corpses were salvaged from the high seas a week ago. Tests have confirmed that they belong to the other nine victims who disappeared in the 'Angel Case' that year. Judging from the bones, they were all dismembered, some of their organs were taken out, and their teeth were pulled out."
Xu Xu was startled, took the information, and the more he looked at it, the more dignified his expression became, and he muttered: "This can't be done by Lin Qingyan, it doesn't fit his criminal mark at all, and it's far from his criminal psychology. This is only possible. Someone else did it."
She raised her head sharply, looked at Ji Bai and saw the vibration in each other's eyes.
In Hong Kong back then, was there another perverted serial killer
☆、68 When I think of you
The place where Lin Qingyan lived since he was a child is called Daozhen. In the early 1980s, Daozhen was still poor and chaotic, and there were a lot of gangsters on the streets. Even children in their teens enjoy fighting.
Seven-year-old Lin Qingyan was undoubtedly the one who was bullied the most. His family was too poor, and he was thin and silent, shriveled like a bean sprout. Therefore, older children often teach Lin Qingyan a lesson as a way to vent their adolescent hormones and anger.
But to Lin Qingyan, it was nothing at all. What he was most afraid of was when he came home from school every day and saw his father holding a wine bottle, his blue veins burst out and looked at him fiercely. At this time, there is always a beating. Once he was knocked unconscious by his father's bench. When he woke up, it was dark and his father was nowhere to be seen. He wrapped a towel around his head for a long time before the blood stopped. He took a stool in a daze and stood on the stove to cook.
But all this changed when he was ten years old. Because one day, his father finally drank to death. And maybe the corpse was carried by the neighbors and flaunted across the city that day, so that everyone in the town saw his father's face as white as a ghost, and the other children dared not bully him anymore. Fiend."
For the first time, little Lin Qingyan felt that death was a good thing.
He began to live with his grandfather, who only had a few acres of thin fields. In order for him to study, he dragged the old man's body to farm under the scorching sun every day. Lin Qingyan went to help grandpa as soon as school was over. But still very, very poor, Lin Qingyan always wears old clothes that can be washed, and only eats a big steamed bun and a little vegetable tofu at noon.
But there are some people who are very kind to him. A female head teacher in her thirties, her son is about his age, and she often asks him to come home for dinner at noon. This was the time when Lin Qingyan had the most to eat, and he felt that he was as happy as in "paradise" every day. During this period of time, his stature also began to grow rapidly, jumping more than ten centimeters all at once, and finally he looked like a normal child, and his sluggish grades gradually improved. Most of the time, he was still taciturn. Only on the birthday of the head teacher, he carefully ate a birthday cake at her house and handed her a greeting card that he had drawn by himself. There was a sentence on the greeting card: "Teacher, when I grow up, I will definitely repay you. I swear." The head teacher burst into tears.
But the good times didn't last long. In the second year of junior high school, the head teacher was going to be transferred. The newcomer is a 27- or 8-year-old male teacher named Du Tie, who graduated from a teacher's college and is very handsome. The head teacher specially instructed Du Tie to focus on taking care of Lin Qingyan, and secretly left Du Tie a sum of money, although not much, but enough to cover Lin Qingyan's meal expenses for one semester. Du Tie agreed with a full mouth, looking at Lin Qingyan's eyes as kind as a spring breeze and bright moon.
After school at noon, Du Tie asked Lin Qingyan to go to his single dormitory. The teacher's cafeteria can cook a large bowl of meals for only one dollar, so he cooks a little more every day and distributes it to Lin Qingyan. And Qingyan picks fresh vegetables from the vegetable field at home every week. After school, if he went to pick up cans and mineral water bottles with his grandfather, he would get a piece or two and give it to Du Tie for living expenses. Du Tie took it all away, patted his head, and praised him for being sensible.
It happened one afternoon in the summer. He held the lunch box as usual and went to Du Tie's place. The weather was very hot that day. Du Tie was wearing only shorts, revealing his fair and broad back. He sat on the bed watching TV and smoking, and the electric fan clattered.
Lin Qingyan held the lunch box and sat on the small stool to eat. After a while, he suddenly found Du Tie looking at him with a smile: "You are a boy, why don't you sweat at all?"
At that time, Lin Qingyan was thirteen years old, and his face had already grown. His skin followed his mother's, it was a very fine and uniform white color, and his slender eyebrows and eyes were drawn on his face like ink brushes. Hearing the teacher's words, his face was slightly red, but he smiled but did not speak.
After dinner, he wanted to go back to the classroom, and Du Tie patted him on the shoulder: "Nap here, you sleep on the bed, and I have to prepare a lesson plan."
Lin Qingyan was so embarrassed, of course he said no, Du Tie pressed him on the bed, got up and sat in front of the table by himself, and started to work.
Compared with the sun-baked classroom, with mats and fans blowing directly, it is really cool and comfortable. Lin Qingyan fell asleep quickly. He also had a dream, dreaming that he was standing in a paddy field, the sun was just overhead, and it was too hot. Suddenly, a fish jumped up from the field, bit his thigh, and drilled into his crotch, making him itchy and embarrassing...
Lin Qingyan opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was that the curtains were drawn, and the room was very dark. Then he felt a little cold in his thighs, and when he looked down, Du Tie's tall figure was sitting beside the bed. He was wearing grandpa's shorts, which were very large and old, and Du Tie's hand reached through the open trouser legs and was rubbing his ass.
Staring with four eyes, Du Tie's face was a little red, and his eyes were weird and a little scary. It was so quiet in the house, but Lin Qingyan was stunned and scared as if someone had been thrown into the dark and fast water.
"Qingyan, the teacher wants to..." Before Du Tie's words were finished, he had already kicked him in the heart, stumbled out of bed, opened the door and ran out.
For the remaining year and a half of junior high school, Lin Qingyan had a very difficult life.
Du Tie didn't have the guts to force him, but he asked Lin Qingyan to go to his dormitory again, and Lin Qingyan never went. Even called him to the office. If there was only Du Tie in the office, Lin Qingyan would turn around and leave. From that day until he graduated from junior high school, Lin Qingyan didn't say a word to him. Even if he asked questions by name in class, he was stubborn and silent.
Of course Du Tie also gave him back. His seat was moved to the last row, and was blocked by a group of children who were tall and did not study well. Many times, he couldn't hear what the teacher was saying, couldn't see the blackboard content, and his grades plummeted; so he even criticized Du Tie. His excuse was to scold him in front of the whole class for not seeking to improve, but only knowing that his studies were bad, and I was sorry for the training of him and the former head teacher.
And Du Tie's eyes were always cold and sarcastic when he looked at him, like a sinister snake who didn't have the guts to attack directly, but only dared to bite you secretly.
…
One day, the uncle in the school's communication room asked Lin Qingyan to answer the phone.
It was from the former head teacher. Her voice was as gentle as ever, but Lin Qingyan was much more silent than before.
At the end of the conversation, the head teacher choked up: "Qingyan, why did you fail in your studies? I heard that you always hang out with those gangsters, and your mind is not on studying. How could it be like this?"
For the first time in his life, Lin Qingyan felt the pain in his life. How could this happen
A fifteen-year-old boy, how do you speak
After hanging up the phone, Lin Qingyan walked towards the classroom in a confused manner. At that time, he was already tall, thin and fair, usually gloomy and silent, and the classmates all detoured when they saw him. When he passed by the teachers' dormitory, he saw Du Tie putting his hand on the shoulder of another short boy and walking into the dormitory. Lin Qingyan recognized him as the first year of junior high school, with a thin face and big eyes. He was always smiling innocently, and the family conditions were also very poor.
Lin Qingyan stood blankly under the sun-dappled tree, watching the door of the dormitory closed behind Du Tie. After a while, the curtains were drawn.
Lin Qingyan only ate one steamed bun and two big bowls of vegetable soup at noon that day. Suddenly, he felt nauseated in his stomach. He held the tree and vomited out.
After that day, Lin Qingyan began to study hard. Despite the smog around him, and despite Du Tie's cynicism, he insisted on taking the first place in the town and went to a key high school in the county. Later, even the student gangster who was sitting next to him patted him on the shoulder and said to others, "This is my buddy, Te Niu. No one is allowed to bully him in Daozhen from now on."
Of course, Du Tie had no chance to bully him again. In fact, since he was admitted to high school, he has not seen Du Tie for a long, long time.
The last time we met was when he inherited President Qin's property many years later, turned into a wealthy businessman in Hong Kong, and returned to Daozhen to invest. At that time, he was already familiar with the art of killing, and he was consummately at ease.
He deliberately stayed in Daozhen for a month, and Du Tie disappeared for a whole month. During that time, Lin Qingyan went to participate in various activities of the town government during the day, and returned to the basement of the villa at night, watching Du Tie wailing bitterly. He was also the only person who was slowly tortured to death by Lin Qingyan. The body was finally cut into small pieces and burned, and the ashes were scattered under the big tree in the school.
—
These are all things later, and Lin Qingyan's entire high school period was silent and hard. There were also many girls who sent him love letters, but he never responded.
Lin Qingyan entered the university alone.
The so-called loneliness means that the grandfather sold the two dilapidated houses in the family and paid him the tuition for the first school year. From then on, the grandfather and grandson were completely poor. When he went to work in the county town during the summer vacation, his grandfather also died of illness in the grass hut by the field. By the time he came back, the body had been smelly for several days and was left unattended in the fields.
The most important thing in the countryside is land. He walked all day with the body on his back, and when he got to the deep mountains, he dug a hole and buried his grandfather.
He didn't feel sad. Grandpa is going to die one day, and an early death is an early release.
Lin Qingyan studied mathematics at the university. It was the second happiest period of his life.
He loved math in high school, and now he is finally able to devote himself to it. He thinks mathematics is really beautiful, concise, clean, and mysterious. This kind of mystery cannot be understood by a layman, and he is the only one who indulges in it peacefully and intoxicated.
But there are also unhappy times. Because when he was a junior, he fell in love with a girl.
The male dormitory of the university is full of hormones. Seeing other people coming in and out, and even tossing in the boys' dormitory with the curtains hanging, Lin Qingyan was not as calm as he seemed. He would also hold his lust under the quilt, bury his face in the pillow, suppress his sweat and gasp, he was a shady snoop.
College girls are not as simple as high school girls. Everyone knows that Lin Qingyan is poor. He works three jobs every day to support himself, and he has to apply for student loans every year. There were also one or two girls pursuing him, and Lin Qingyan was indifferent.
What he likes is the purest girl in the whole department. She is not necessarily the prettiest, but she has a soft oval face, black eyes, a beautiful bohemian dress, and a smile that is bright and clear like a spring.
On the eve of the graduation party, the girl left the stage early and no one noticed. Lin Qingyan followed her quietly and kept walking, he wanted to confess to her.
As soon as she arrived outside the east gate of the school, she watched her get into a luxury car. The man in the car was about forty years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, wrapped his arms around her waist, and lowered his head to kiss her honey-colored lips.
Lin Qingyan stood under the shadow of a dark tree, watching the car vanish. For the second time in his life, he felt uncontrollable nausea. On that summer afternoon a few years ago, the sound of the electric fan rushing, the room was cool and dark, and the feeling of Mr. Du Tie's soft and powerful hand touching his buttocks became fresh and clear again. Lin Qingyan squatted in the tree hole outside the school gate, vomited in a mess.
This world is so dirty, how can there be a clean sky and land
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Lin Qingyan's university is not bad, but it is not the top in the country. The employment situation for mathematics graduates is not very good. But he didn't want to go to graduate school, and he didn't want to be poor in school for the rest of his life.
Years of hard study were not in vain. He passed five obstacles and defeated six generals, and finally got his wish and entered the best investment company in China as an assistant analyst. Although the position is low, the income is already very good. Be the envy of your classmates.
It was also in this year that he met Qin Shuhua.
It was one day in mid-September. The city branch received news that the chairman of the group would come from Hong Kong to inspect the business. The entire investment department went to the splendid lobby on the first floor to greet him. Lin Qingyan had the lowest qualifications and stayed on duty in the department.
When Qin Shuhua walked in, Nuoda's office was so quiet that Lin Qingyan didn't hear her footsteps. As soon as I looked up, I saw a middle-aged woman with light makeup standing at the door, looking at herself.
Lin Qingyan can see the three, six, nine, etc. of people at a glance. Seeing her well-dressed and wearing diamond earrings on her earlobes, she smiles politely: "Who are you looking for?"
Qin Shuhua laughed immediately - it turns out that there are people in the company who don't know the chairman.
A large group of people quickly followed. The department manager saw that President Qin was standing aside with a faint smile, while Lin Qingyan was still sitting still, and immediately supported his forehead: "Xiao Lin, hurry up and pour tea for the chairman."
Lin Qingyan just joined the company last month, and it is true that the company's leaders did not recognize the face. His fair face was a little red, and he immediately got up to pour tea.
Qin Shuhua waved his hand: "No need." Without looking at Lin Qingyan's little character again, a large group of people left in a mighty manner.
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There are many kinds of good-looking men. Twenty-two-year-old Lin Qingyan is not a handsome guy who is amazing at first glance. At first glance, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, he is just handsome, tall and fair, quiet and gentle, and looks comfortable.
But Qin Shuhua thought until his death that Lin Qingyan was the most handsome boy she had ever seen. She has seen so many men that she can distinguish Lin Qingyan from ordinary people at a glance. The boy's delicate and clean eyebrows and eyes will definitely give people a very bright feeling after looking at it for a long time. There was so much in those slender black eyes. Not only is it quieter than his peers, but he is also immature and childish; he writes unabashed ambition, but also seems to reveal indifference and disgust to reality.
Qin Shuhua looked at him as if he had seen himself from scratch back then. And after being single for many years, for the first time, she felt that if she wanted a man, she wanted to occupy this extremely beautiful and eerie beauty.
Everything that happened after that was simply a game of cat and mouse with disparities in strength.
One month after Qin Shuhua inspected the branch, Lin Qingyan was informed by his superiors that he was transferred to Hong Kong to participate in a project at the headquarters.
"This is an excellent opportunity for promotion." The manager said, "Xiao Lin, you must seize it."
Lin Qingyan was not flattered, he was already excellent, and if he had the opportunity, he felt that he deserved it.
This project is said to be a strategic project of the group and is directly in charge of Mr. Qin's assistant. Sometimes when it's too late, the chief assistant will directly instruct Lin Qingyan to do some things - for example, to send documents to Mr. Qin, for example, to make coffee for Mr. Qin, for example, to drive Mr. Qin to the mall for shopping. After going back and forth, Lin Qingyan and President Qin also got to know each other well. He saw her decisive killing in the mall, and she also saw her exhaustion and loneliness after socializing with officials late at night. Gradually, he was full of admiration for this strong woman in his heart.
It turned out that it was two months later. The assistant was driving that day, and he accompanied President Qin to a cocktail party in the Ministry of Commerce. This was also an opportunity for him to get in touch with people in the mall, which he cherished. It was very late when it was over. President Qin drank some wine and became groggy after getting in the car. He was going to take the co-pilot, but the assistant said, "You take care of President Qin in the back."
Lin Qingyan didn't suspect him, and sat beside Qin Shuhua, poured water for her, handed her a towel, and covered her with a thin blanket. Qin Shuhua seemed to be half-drunk, raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile on his lips.
When turning a corner, Qin Shuhua's body slanted, Lin Qingyan hurriedly reached out to help her, and she fell on his shoulders.
She closed her eyes, breathed evenly, and remained motionless. Lin Qingyan's body was a little stiff, but whether it was reason or etiquette, he couldn't push her away at the moment, so he could only sit up straight with his hands on the back of the chair to avoid touching her body.
The forty-year-old woman's body is still soft, with a faint fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose, her face is leaning on his shoulder, and she seems uncomfortable through the thin shirt, so she rubbed gently. .
The car was silent for a few minutes, and the assistant in the front row didn't seem to see anything. Lin Qingyan was sitting on pins and needles, but he still spoke up: "President Qin? President Qin?"
Qin Shuhua slowly raised his face, brushed his forehead, cheeks and lips lightly over his young and warm neck and chin, looking at him quietly.
Lin Qingyan's heart was like a snow-white lightning, instantly illuminating everything.
At this time, Qin Shuhua had closed his eyes and waited, his lips were less than one centimeter away from him. And at the same time, a strong sense of stagnation and drowsiness came to his mind, and it turned out to be a clear idea - he couldn't refuse, he could only kiss.
It was so quiet inside the car, but Lin Qingyan felt like a stormy sea in his heart, almost trembling slightly, and lowered his head. Aware of his movement, Qin Shuhua put her arms around his neck and brought her lips up.
It was the first time that Lin Qingyan kissed someone, and he didn't feel the slightest bit, only the wet and slippery tongues were entangled together, and Qin Shuhua's mouth still had a faint smell of alcohol. At the same time, he also felt that somewhere in his body began to swell and harden. This reaction made him agitated, and the humiliation of being ignored and suppressed was instantly overwhelming. He wanted to push Qin Shuhua away, but he actually moved his head and moved his lips away. Staring with four eyes, he looked at the fine lines at the corner of Qin Shuhua's eyes, and the nausea finally rose up in bursts.
He endured, endured not to vomit. Qin Shuhua didn't notice it, thought he was shy and nervous, and continued to put his head on his shoulder and said softly, "Qingyan, I'm very happy."
Finally arrived at Mr. Qin's villa, he and his assistant helped Mr. Qin get out of the car. The assistant said, "Xiao Lin, send Mr. Qin up."
He let go of her almost like an electric shock, and took a step back: "I have something to do tomorrow morning, I'll go back with you."
Qin Shuhua didn't speak, but just as the assistant was about to speak again, he heard him say, "Good night, Mr. Qin, good night, Mr. Assistant, I'll go first." He turned to