Chapter 893 Passion in the Mistress Village

Chapter 893 Passion in Mistress Village

Yang Xueying in the car said anxiously: "What are you doing? I'm waiting for you here because I'm afraid I'll miss it. I don't even dare to eat until now. I really miss you, so you can't be nicer to me." ? I have always been loyal to you for so many years. Are you a bit unkind to me? "

"Bullshit, you can say whatever you like about this kind of thing, and I can't verify it. Besides, what does your willingness to find a carful of men have to do with me?..." Before Zhao Jianhui finished speaking, Yang Xueying's eyes widened: " Give your shit, you put Who do you think I am? Since I have followed you, no matter how you are not a toy, I have no choice but to accept my fate. What do you mean by that? Do you want to deny it? You said I gave it to you that time. Aren’t you still the original virgin?”

This woman's words were still so aggressive, and her voice got louder and louder as she spoke. Zhao Jianhui smiled helplessly, opened the car door and got in. He took a breath and said, "Isn't that all right? If you have anything to say, please tell me..."

Yang Xueying started the car.

Zhao Jianhui knew what she wanted to do, but he was just wondering why this woman came to him at this time. Yang Xueying was also very well dressed tonight. She was wearing a dress that she couldn't tell whether it was black or purple. She also wore a pair of very large sunglasses at night. She looked like a spy.

Seeing that she drove the car to Wenyuan Street along the way she came just now, Zhao Jianhui asked very strangely: "Where are you taking me?"

Yang Xueying was still a little angry and said: "What are you doing? When did you become so cowardly? Do I still dare to kidnap you, or sell you, the great secretary?"

Zhao Jianhui stopped talking and let her drive the car forward. When he drove into the community again, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but smile bitterly. He looked at the four words "Wenyuan Community" displayed in flashing fonts with gold carvings at the entrance of the community. With big characters, Zhao Jianhui finally couldn't help but said: "You live here too?"

"Besides me, do you have another lover who lives here?" Upon hearing the word "ye" added to Zhao Jianhui's words, Yang Xueying immediately turned her head and asked very sensitively.

Zhao Jianhui snorted and ignored him. Yang Xueying didn't take it seriously and just chuckled: "Some people say that Wenyuan Community is a famous high-end community. In fact, more people think that this should be ### village. Basically, it is right. Most of the women who live here are mistresses or mistresses who are taken care of by wealthy people. You have only been in Jiangnan Province for a few days, and you have not bought a house to hide your beauty in this golden house, right? "

"You are talking nonsense, get out of here..." Zhao Jianhui frowned and looked out the window, but Yang Xueying nodded and said: "This is located in the center of the city, not far from the provincial party committee. Live here It’s not an eye-catching place, but it’s a good place.”

"Do you think that if you don't arouse my anger, I won't be able to clean it up in a while? Why don't you answer me when I ask you? Aren't you in Shanghai? Why are you in Jiangnan Province?" Zhao Jianhui looked away from the car. He retracted the window and watched Yang Xueying drive the car directly into the underground garage of a building.

"Hey, how dare I disobey you? You told me to leave far away, but I ended up moving to Shanghai for more than two years. This is not because the company focuses on developing the market in Jiangnan Province. Mr. Zhao just left I was sent back? Now I'm serving someone else's job, how dare I not listen to you?"

There was no one else in the elevator, so Yang Xueying came close to Zhao Jianhui. The elegant and fresh smell of her faint French perfume could not help irritating Zhao Jianhui's nose.

"The company sent you back to develop the Jiangnan Province market. What are you doing now?" Zhao Jianhui hid behind and asked softly.

Yang Xueying smiled very charmingly, gently raised a small white hand, and placed it on her pointed chin: "I am now the executive director and general manager of Dongfang Rongguang Vehicle Marketing Corporation. Please also invite Zhao Secretary, please take good care of me..."

As she spoke, she winked mischievously at Zhao Jianhui.

Zhao Jianhui opened his mouth and asked with a bit of surprise: "Executive director, general manager of Dongfang Rongguang Vehicle Marketing Corporation...what are you talking about? Is this a new company created by Zhao Xiaoting and Dongfang Wenjing? Why have I never had one before?" Ever heard of it?”

Seeing that her performance did not have the desired effect, Yang Xueying snorted and said, "I'm sorry, this is the top secret of our company. No outsiders are allowed to tell it, even if you are the secretary."

Zhao Jianhui was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but chuckled: "It seems that your grudge is very deep." At this time, the elevator door opened, and Yang Xueying stopped talking and took out the key to open the door.

Changing shoes in the hallway at the door, Yang Xueying bent down and left Zhao Jianhui with a plump and elastic buttocks. Feeling a hand on her buttocks, Yang Xueying suddenly froze, holding a shoe in her hand and slowly turning her head, she saw Zhao Jianhui's smiling face almost right next to her face, and the shoe along her buttocks Slowly slide your right hand upward.

Yang Xueying did not flinch, but turned around, grabbed Zhao Jianhui's hand and pressed it gently on her chest. The elasticity is very good, and it doesn't feel like a sponge cushion or steel wire. "You are a person, don't you say that you will deal with people severely if you get angry? I have been waiting for three years, are you angry now..."

Following her seductive words, Zhao Jianhui's mind seemed to reappear on that night of that year. In a car, this woman actually lied to herself that there was a bomb installed in the car... in her ears. , it seemed that the words she said at that time resounded: "Aren't you a fucking man? I am a young girl, how can I still make you suffer? Do you think I am dirty, or are you a little afraid of me? You don't even sit with me. Don’t you have the courage to be together?”

He remembered that just inside the car, a warm body was leaning against his arms, a small hand unzipped his pants, and Yang Xueying's warning sounded in his ears: "Don't move. My fingers are a little nervous. Huh...I'll do it myself, even if I do this, I'm just playing with a man."...

A strange-looking smile suddenly appeared on Zhao Jianhui's face. He pinched the plump part with one hand and looked directly into Yang Xueying's eyes. He did not lean forward, but stood so firmly without any intention of making any next move. .

As a result of looking at each other, Yang Xueying felt an inexplicable uneasiness. She avoided Zhao Jianhui's eyes and lowered her head and asked softly: "What's wrong? Is there something dirty on my face?"

Without answering directly, Zhao Jianhui slowly stretched out his hand to lift Yang Xueying's chin: "I remember, someone said that even if she did this, she took the initiative...",

Even though she was mentally prepared for everything, Yang Xueying still felt a strong sense of shyness in this situation. Yang Xueying closed her eyes, tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes uncontrollably: "You...it's been three years, do you still remember what I said?"

This feeling of surprise infected Zhao Jianhui's emotions. Although it was clear that the relationship between the two people was just a transaction, Zhao Jianhui was still moved by the tears that overflowed from the corners of Yang Xueying's eyes, and he felt a sense of interest.

Withdrawing his hand, Zhao Jianhui said nothing, turned around and walked slowly through the living room. Yang Xueying behind him opened her eyes, not caring about which shoe she was wearing, and trotted into the bedroom with her bare white feet. It wasn't until he hugged Zhao Jianhui's waist tightly from behind that he said urgently: "Don't... I, I, I don't know what to say. I've really been law-abiding in the past few years. I know that with you You never thought of me as your woman in your heart, but I have been waiting stupidly..."

Zhao Jianhui turned around slowly, with a smile on his face. He stretched out his fingers to grab the strap on Yang Xueying's shoulder, and pulled it gently. Yang Xueying's shoulders tilted one after another, and the dress went along the smooth and round shoulders. It fell and paused briefly on the raised area on the chest. Under the purple lace underwear was a waist as white as snow and as delicate as willow silk, so thin that it could be grasped with just a gentle grip.

Zhao Jianhui's eyes followed the purple skirt as it slid down in free fall. The purple triangular piece of cloth was also small and pitiful, barely protecting the vital parts, and the two white thighs were tightly stuck together. If we have to find flaws in Yang Xueying's figure and appearance, it might be that the proportion of her legs and body is not so perfect. This woman's legs seem to be a little longer, but this is just a slight flaw and does not affect the overall situation.

Overall, this woman is a top-notch beauty.

Yang Xueying grabbed Zhao Jianhui's hand again, placed it firmly on her chest and said, "From today on, no matter what you think of me, I belong exclusively to you. Don't worry, I don't need any commitment from you."

As she spoke, she leaned forward and slowly reached out and turned on the button of a stereo on the bedside table.

After the soothing music passed, it was Yang Tingting's sweet singing voice: "Farewell to you in Nanpu. Facing the smoke of willows and thousands of greens. Even more full of eyes, the residual red is blown away, and the oriole at the bottom of the leaf is talking to itself. ... Very touching, how detached, Lou There are countless mountains and rivers in my head. I write poems in the bamboos and drink wine in the lace. , the soul is broken and the river is dry. Don't ask about fame and fortune. Let the cock crow and dance. Where is the country? The fragrance of the fermented wine is warm, and I am drunk with the dew of Yaotai.

"Haha. This is the poem that Han Yuanji mentioned for Bo Xing as a gift to An Bodi. It seems to be inconsistent with the current scene...oh..." Before Zhao Jianhui could finish his words, Yang Xueying had already knelt down...

Yang Xueying's movements still looked so pure and jerky. Zhao Jianhui understood this from the moment Yang Xueying reached under him to take out something and opened her mouth to hold it.

Yang Xueying's skills were definitely not proficient, which made Zhao Jianhui a little complacent.

Soon there was only the sound of gasping on the big bed. When Zhao Jianhui turned over and pressed her on the bed, and entered Yang Xueying's body from between a pair of snow-white pouty breasts, the feeling of tight encirclement and the involuntary body of the woman underneath him The shivers seemed to prove that what Yang Xueying just said was true.

It seems that no one has come in to explore this place for a long time.

Feeling Zhao Jianhui's impact, Yang Xueying turned back with great effort and showed a charming smile. …

When the outbreak was approaching, Zhao Jianhui hesitated. Although he was very reluctant to give up, he still retreated resolutely, wasting a lot of good resources.

Zhao Qijun was still lying in the hospital, lifeless, and Qi Yan had no intention of asking for an explanation for the fact that the Zhao brothers and sisters beat her. The Zhao brothers and sisters were busy with other activities now. If the new director Li hadn't spoken, it is said that Zhao Shuying would have been almost detained for the torture of Chu Chu that night.