Chapter 1129 It’s Fate

Chapter 1129 What a fate

When sending Masao Oda away, Zhao Jianhui always felt that the old boy's smile was a bit strange, but even if he broke his head, he didn't know what he could do to make him laugh. However, twenty minutes later, Zhao Jianhui received a very strange phone call: "I'm here. I've booked a room in a place called Cuiliu Garden. I'm here to fulfill my promise. Do you have time?"

Michiko Ikeda? She came to fulfill his promise? When it became clear that it was Michiko Ikeda's voice, Zhao Jianhui was almost confused. It was agreed between the two that Michiko Ikeda would not follow him back home, but promised to meet him once a month.

But why did she come when Masao Oda came? Why did she call less than half an hour after Masao Oda left his office? Look at the time displayed on the watch. It's now four o'clock in the afternoon. It seems that there are no flights from Nishikawa Province on the Toyo National Highway at this time, right?

There is only one possibility. Michiko Ikeda didn't get off the plane just now.

When it was still dark, the lights were not turned on in the room, and the obscure light was already dim. Under Zhao Jianhui's crazy impact, Michiko struggled feebly. Her face was covered with sweat, her hair was disheveled, and she struggled desperately, and her slender thighs kept trembling and trembling...

"Ah... uh... you are very rude and don't know how to be gentle at all..."

"Really? This is your punishment for cheating on me..." Zhao Jianhui's voice sounded in the darkness, and the other person's face could hardly be seen clearly.

"Ah, ah...I didn't..." Michiko shook her head and struggled.

"You dare to say no? Turn around and raise it a little higher!" The Toyo country woman was obedient. Even though she was sweating profusely, Michiko's hands were still obediently supported on the bed, with her head lowered and her head held high. own hips. Michiko's snow-white skin was as smooth as a shelled egg. Zhao Jianhui held her slender waist. Whether it was anticipation or fear, her body kept shaking.

Zhao Jianhui slowly squatted down on his waist.

"Uh!..." Michiko cried out, her muscles all over her body tense up, and her waist also bent. Zhao Jianhui's ### was completely pressed against Michiko's back, feeling her round and elastic skin, and he began to slowly move his waist back and forth.

"Ah...oh..." Michiko gritted her teeth and pursed her lips tightly. Finally she couldn't bear it anymore. In line with Zhao Jianhui's rhythmic movements, she began to murmur regularly. The sound of "Bida Bida" began to sound in the room.

Star-rated hotels have this advantage. The rooms are big enough and the sound insulation is good enough. You are not afraid of women making harsh screams at this time.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Michiko was out of breath. She shrank her feet and struggled desperately. The two are so tightly integrated that there isn't even a gap in the middle. This close contact was an unparalleled joy and ecstasy for Zhao Jianhui. Michiko's body and limbs gradually took on a mature and attractive blush, as if attracting others to come and pick, making her body more and more beautiful. It looks breathtaking.

Zhao Jianhui continued to guide Michiko. Michiko's body twitched slightly, and she completely surrendered under Zhao Jianhui's continuous attacks. Unknowingly, Michiko herself actively swayed her waist in tandem and began to coordinate with Zhao Jianhui's sprint.

The two of them were turning over and over, and she was blushing with embarrassment, and she was crying and humming involuntarily. That melodious and sultry cry came from the room with boundless spring scenery. Michiko's snow-white and delicate body was tightly wrapped around Zhao Jianhui's body. There was a suffocating spasm and trembling. Sakura's mouth opened, and her silver teeth bit into the muscles of Zhao Jianhui's shoulder. Michiko once again experienced the sensation People faint with ecstasy.

Perhaps the beginning of the first meeting between two people has already determined the way they will be together. Every time they are together, it will be a storm...

"I heard Masao Oda say, this time you..." After taking a breath, Michiko Ikeda curled up in Zhao Jianhui's arms. Before she could express what she wanted to say clearly, she felt a pain in her buttocks, and then she heard " There was a crisp sound, and Zhao Jianhui said dissatisfied: "Don't talk about those things, that's not what you should think about."

"You are a chauvinist..." Michiko retorted in a low voice.

"Pah!" She received another slap on the butt: "I am a grown man..."

"Chichi..." Michiko Ikeda chuckled in a low voice, and slowly stretched out her little hand: "I could still call you a grown man just now, but now...ah, why are you still like this..."

"I have always been a grown man, do you understand now? Be obedient and I will give you another son..." As Zhao Jianhui chuckled, the woman's suppressed gasps resounded in the room.

At the meeting on October 22, in order to avoid the harassment of Masao Oda, Zhao Jianhui and Zhang Huaiqiang talked, and left Nishikawa on the 18th. They went to the airport with Michiko Ikeda, one flew to the capital, and the other flew back to Japan. Although they brought Big sunglasses, but when they broke up at the airport, Michiko's lingering feelings still made Dafeng a little discolored. This Oriental woman simply treats me like air. Judging from her virtue, she still doesn’t know how to be wild in bed...

The weather in Xichuan is still dry even if you wear a short-sleeved skirt. It is so hot that you are covered in sweat, but October in Beijing already has the smell of early winter. When I got off the plane, it was drizzling in the sky, and the wind blowing in my face was already slightly chilly. Although Dafeng listened to the weather forecast on the plane, he was already prepared and took out the coats of the two of them from the carry-on suitcase. However, standing on the ramp with only 13 or 13 degrees Celsius, Gale couldn't help but shrink back. .

The gray sky seemed low and depressing compared with the blue sky and white clouds in the south. The green mountains in the distance were already blurred in the drizzle. Long Lingyun went to pick up the plane in person, but Erfeng, whose belly was slightly bulging, stood at the door of the living room with a happy face and reached out to take Zhao Jianhui's handbag, and then bent down to get Zhao Jianhui's slippers.

Zhao Jianhui quickly stopped him: "Don't... I'll do it by myself. With your body, don't bend over and get up..." Erfeng laughed in a low voice: "It's okay, it's only more than four months..."

In the kitchen, it was Xu Manli who took charge of the dishes herself, with You Xiaoran and Mei Lin helping out. Zhao Jianhui felt a little incredible at how harmonious the meeting was. Turning around, he saw Long Lingyun squinting his eyes and looking at him sideways.

Zhao Jianhui said nothing and went up to the second floor to take a shower. When he came down, a group of warblers were already waiting for him to eat in the restaurant. The son was not at home and was picked up by his grandmother after kindergarten. The little guy is very popular now. Either the grandma sends someone to pick him up, or the grandparents pick him up for dinner. Even Long Lingyun hardly sees him every day.

Xu Manli’s craftsmanship is indeed good, more qualified than the specially trained chefs at home. The potato patties are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a full yellow-orange aroma. The crab meat braised mushrooms are delicious, the kung pao chicken is full of heat, and several other dishes. It is also delicious and delicate, which makes people appetite.

It is not that Zhao Jianhui has never experienced this kind of scene in front of his wife and his other women, but today he is at his own home. Thinking about the meaning of home, Zhao Jianhui feels a little "strained" and finishes the meal. He didn't say much. After eating, he ducked into the study to take some time off. You Xiaoran and others cleaned up the dishes, washed them, and chatted with Long Lingyun in the living room for a while. They made excuses and left one by one without saying goodbye to Zhao Jianhui.

That night, Zhao Jianhui naturally spent time in bed with Long Lingyun. Only then did he remember that the mother-in-law taking her son over seemed to have another meaning.

Zhao Jianhui went to see his grandma the next morning, and had lunch with her there at noon. The old man's body is still strong, but the waiter said that the old man's usual words were obviously reduced. Only when he saw his precious grandson, he said a few more words with a smile on his face.

After coming out of grandma's house, Zhao Jianhui felt a little depressed. Since his grandfather passed away, although grandma's body is still strong, her spirit has become depressed. For people in their seventies or eighties, this is indeed not a good thing.

Looking at the time, I also knew that Long Lingyun was at work now. There were two sisters, Dafeng and Erfeng, at home. Even if they went back, they would not be clean. Because he was not in a good mood, Zhao Jianhui drove his Geely car to Cuihu Jiayuan. , I want to rest there for a while before going home.

However, when Zhao Jianhui's car drove out of the intersection and was about to turn around, a black Audi car passed directly in front of the car with a loud sound. Zhao Jianhui stepped on the brakes slowly, but the two cars still came into close contact.

With a soft creaking sound, the Audi car drove seven or eight meters away before stopping. As the car door opened, a girl dressed in a very bright color rushed out of the car door angrily, turned around and walked towards Zhao Jianhui's car. . "Okay, you dare to smash my Audi while driving a broken Geely? Hey, it's you..."

"What nonsense are you talking about! Who among us smashed whose car? I said you are so excited to drive an Audi? You really haven't made any progress." Looking at the shiny black leather shoes on the feet of the girl in front of him, The white jeans wrapped her long legs tightly, making her curves appear softer and more sexy. The snow-white stand-up collar shirt made her lightly powdered face more delicate, and she looked really beautiful. Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but laugh and cry a little. He never came to Cuihu Garden once in a hundred years, so why did he meet her before he even entered the door?

Are you and Zuo Yixuan really so destined?

I have already posted three of them today. Now I am going out to do some errands. If I come back early, I will post the fourth chapter, and I will not post it once it is over. If you have flowers in your hand, please throw them over.