Chapter 1484: The Son Wants to Support His Parents but They Are Not Around

Chapter 1484: The Son Wants to Support His Parents, but They Are Not There

Zhao Jianhui raised his head and looked at Dongfang Wenjing with a smile: "Since we know who did it, I don't believe you can't find him? What are you trying to do with me?"

"Hehe, aren't they waiting for your instructions, Master? You just had a drink with their father, who knows what you are thinking? If I do something wrong, can you still forgive me?"

Zhao Jianhui snorted and whispered: "You are sensible." Then, he looked at the two people lying on the ground and said: "Xiaoyu, take the people and throw them away. That Liu Peng... let's keep him alive. Since he doesn't walk according to the rules, let him sit in a wheelchair to avoid causing trouble for his father."

Watching Xiao Yu leading people away, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but take a deep breath. Sometimes he is really not a cruel person, but there are many people who think he has a good temper. This appearance is not a good thing.

In the evening, Zhao Jianhui followed Dongfang Wenjing to her home, which was a small two-bedroom house not far from the company, bought for her to rest.

After entering the room, Dongfang Wenjing bent down to take her slippers, and her plump buttocks were raised in front of Zhao Jianhui through her white skirt. The round buttocks and deep crotch were extremely beautiful, and her slender legs were separated. The light from the front penetrated the skirt, allowing people to see the scenery hidden under her skirt from behind.

Before she straightened up, Zhao Jianhui pressed against her from behind. Dongfang Wenjing trembled and said softly: "No, I haven't taken a shower yet..." This rejection voice was even more tempting, which made Zhao Jianhui very emotional. He lifted her skirt and touched her with both hands...

"Haha, are you so anxious? It seems that you and Qin Yu didn't do anything last night?" Dongfang Wenjing shook her long hair, bent over and turned back, looking at Zhao Jianhui, smiling very charmingly.

"Oh, you're staring at my pussy, you're really brave?" Zhao Jianhui said as he untied his belt. When his hot and hard penis pushed into her warm and wet pussy, Dongfang Wenjing let out a very satisfied sigh: "Oh... who's staring at you for no reason? I was also staying in the hotel yesterday. When I went there, you... oh, go slower..."

"Hmph, you still dare to say you're not staring at my pussy? Otherwise, why did you go to the KTV instead of going back to the hotel to sleep?" Zhao Jianhui said as he thrust hard.

"Uh... I... just missed you... I just went to find you... ah..." Dongfang Wenjing said delicately.

"Haha, you said no just now? You really don't mean it..." Zhao Jianhui said as he exerted his strength, as if the end of the world was coming. From the beginning to the end of the battle between the two, whether it was from the door to the living room, or from the living room to the bedroom, the two bodies were almost always entangled together. Whether they were out of breath or sweating so much that they couldn't even hold their limbs with their hands, Zhao Jianhui stuck tightly to Dongfang Wenjing and didn't let go.

Dongfang Wenjing, who had long been an expert, was no less capable. No matter what strategy and tactics Zhao Jianhui adopted, she would always fight back. Although she was in an absolute disadvantage on the surface, if she was not constantly suppressed in the corner and accepted the fierce collision from behind, her whole body would be thrown to the ground and let others do whatever they wanted. But even if all her clothes had been torn off on the carpet, her two slender and snow-white legs could always be tightly wrapped around Zhao Jianhui, and they didn't separate for a moment.

After the last round of thrusts, Zhao Jianhui finally collapsed slowly. He lay limply on Dongfang Wenjing, panting. Dongfang Wenjing, who was still holding him like an octopus, gently stroked his sweaty back, with a bright little mouth half open and half closed, constantly spewing out a rich fragrance.

"You killed me, I'm sweating all over, I'm going to take a shower, you're not allowed to come over..." In the end, Dongfang Wenjing stood up first, and Zhao Jianhui moved his body and said, "Are you going home tonight? Otherwise you..."

Said that she was going to take a shower, Dongfang Wenjing still took a wet towel, gently and considerately helped Zhao Jianhui wash his body thoroughly, and then hummed a little song and walked into the ### room.

When Zailin walked into the bathroom, he smiled and turned his head, whispering: "You are asking knowingly. Haven't you seen that my mother hasn't called until now?"

The next morning, Zhao Jianhui received a call from Zhuolan: "Is it you? I'm scared now. Can you come to accompany me? Forget it, if it's not convenient, then don't come..."

Zhao Jianhui sighed slightly in his heart and thought that this matter was really his fault. Yesterday, in order to take care of Li Chunming's face, he took Ding Ding away and returned to Zhao Xiaoting's ward. Something that made him angry happened again. Zhuolan's matter made him forget about it. Her mother just passed away, and there must be a lot of things to do. I don't know if Li Chunming wants to arrange someone to help her do something.

Thinking of this, Zhao Jianhui replied: "Where are you now? Are you at home or in the hospital? I'll be there soon..."

"Oh... well, I'm at the funeral home. Aren't you in the hospital? Just call me when you get there." It can be heard that Zhao Jianhui agreed to come, and Zhuo Lan's tone was still full of joy. It's just that because of my mother's affairs, this joy has been suppressed so much that it's not easy to hear it.

"Who, husband, is calling so early in the morning?" Dongfang Wenjing turned over, stretched out her arms and hugged Zhao Jianhui, muttering to herself, her eyes still closed tightly.

"Oh, it's the girl yesterday. Her mother has been sent to the funeral home. She and her father are the only ones in the family. There are no relatives or friends around. She wants me to help with something. I have to go out soon. "Get up later and go out to eat by yourself." Zhao Jianhui said as he got out of bed and started to get dressed.

Dongfang Wenjing raised her neck, dragged her cheeks with her snow-white palms, looked at Zhao Jianhui and said, "Oh? Isn't that girl pretty? She is so pitiful now. If she can think of you at this time, it means that she is a little bit fond of you. That means, hehe, if you think it’s good, just accept her. If you’re afraid that Sister Long will find out, why don’t you let her come to my company first?”

"What nonsense are you talking about? You don't need to remind me of Long Lingyun, I didn't mean it at all." Zhao Jianhui said as he walked into the ### room to wash his face and brush his teeth, then returned to the bedroom and leaned down in Dongfang Wenjing's room. A kiss on the cheek: "I'm leaving, it's time for you to get up..."

"I can't afford it. I have to sleep for a while. My whole body is still sore from yesterday's attack by you. Anyway, I am the boss and no one dares to deduct my salary." Dongfang Wenjing said, turned over and fell asleep again. got up. Zhao Jianhui shook his head in a funny way. He asked for money like crazy last night, but today he skipped work and didn't go to the company. Fortunately, he was the boss. If he was a small employee, his salary wouldn't be deducted by the boss, right?

After going out, Zhao Jianhui called Ding Ding and asked him to go to the funeral home. After all, if something happened, I would still ask him to handle it. Only after arriving did Zhao Jianhui find out that Li Chunming had sent a deputy director of the general office and someone to help with the arrangements. The fear Zhuo Lan mentioned was actually the loneliness in his soul. His father's ability to resist beatings was not as good as hers. Maybe it was because he had drunk some wine, and he was lying on the sofa alone and still sleeping soundly.

Maybe the deputy director was with Li Chunming yesterday. After seeing Zhao Jianhui, he said hello politely: "Hello Secretary Zhao, Secretary Li said that at noon today, he will bring the Nanyue Provincial Party Committee team A group of people from the Municipal Party Committee came over to see Mrs. Zhuo off for the last time..."

Zhao Jianhui nodded, knowing that Li Chunming did this not only to send off this miserable old man, but also to turn Zhuo Lan's mother's memorial service into an educational conference for cadres across the province.

Zhao Jianhui didn't know how effective this would be, but it was better to do it than not do it. Education was not a panacea, but it was always better than no education at all. Some officials now have little thought of serving the people, but bureaucracy and hedonism are very serious.

"You are here, and I feel very scared when I think that I will never see my mother again from now on. There were many people in the room just now, and I fell asleep for a while, but I forgot everything. But when I woke up, I became more and more worried. The more scared I think about it, I don’t have many friends, so I have to call you..." Maybe he felt that calling Zhao Jianhui was a bit abrupt. When he saw Zhao Jianhui coming over, Zhuo Lan explained softly, and his pitiful look was really disappointing. People feel pity.

"It's okay. I can understand your feelings. I have also lost loved ones. The feeling of being alone and helpless is unbearable. If you want to cry, just cry..." After losing Mr. Liu at that time, Zhao Jianhui was like Zhuo Lan for a while. Thinking of the old man's care and love for him, Zhao Jianhui felt as if his heart had been torn apart.

"The child wants to be raised but the mother is not there." Not everyone can experience the feeling of decline.

"My tears have dried up. I won't cry anymore. My mother said that from now on I will learn to be strong and live a good life..." Although he said that his tears have dried up, two lines of hot tears still flowed down Zhuo Lan's face. The cheeks flowed down. Resisting the urge to hold her in his arms and dominate him, Zhao Jianhui sat silently beside her, saying nothing, just staying with her, sitting with her...

"You...are you a very big official? Do the things we said still count?" After a long silence, Zhuo Lan wiped his tears and asked quietly.