Perfect Feast

Chapter 67 Important News

The door of the chief of the Public Security Bureau's office was closed, and only Cong Wanqing and his confidant Yao Daoxin were in the room.

"Director, the news has already spread. Apart from thanking Gao Wenjun, this set of numbers has spread..." Yao Daoxin took out a note while talking, and gently pushed it to Cong Wanqing's. before. A note as wide as a leek leaf, with a set of numbers "58867786612345678901222333445110987654321" written on it.

What is this stuff? A password is not like a password, why the hell did I play high-tech for me?

Cong Wanqing thought about it, wondering what it was.

At this time, Yao Daoxin said again: "Director, Gao Wenjun asked Gao Wenjun to give this to his wife..."

"Huh? Oh, I see..." Cong Wanqing froze for a moment, copied the numbers on the desk calendar, and silently rolled up the note and put it in his pocket.

"Director, there is one more thing that I think is a little strange..." Next, Yao Daoxin reported a situation to Cong Wanqing, which made Cong Wanqing feel that something was wrong.

Gao Wenjun's "Yu Linglong" was bought by someone, and now it has a new signboard called "Lan Kwai Fong", but the business is still in the entertainment industry.

Yu Linglong's assets were confiscated by the government, but they were entrusted to the court for auction. But now I haven't heard of holding an auction, so how come someone has already taken over and started the business?

"Go and find out, who is this Lan Kwai Fong man here? If Gao Wenjun's former subordinates, then..." Cong Wanqing waved his hand across while talking.

Yao Daoxin looked serious, and said in a low voice: "I understand the chief, I'll go right away."

After Yao Daoxin left, Cong Wanqing couldn't sit still anymore, tidied up, stood up, opened the door and went out. When he got home, Sun Yan and Li Xiulan hadn't woken up yet, only Fu Ailing had just gotten up and was sitting in front of the dressing table dressing herself.

She was wearing a black nightgown, with half of her chest and two arms exposed. The black short skirt formed a strong color difference with her skin, and her snow-white skin did not look like a middle-aged woman over 30 at all.

However, Fu Ailing felt that she was no longer young. Every morning after waking up, she always spent a long time worrying about her face. She applied rouge and eye shadow to pretend to be false eyelashes, and used the freshest lipstick to make her lips big, thick, bright and colorful. Then she unscrewed the nail polish bottle, carefully dyed her nails, and painted all ten nails perfectly. Bright red and translucent.

She stretched out her arm in front of the mirror, looked at her nails for a long time, then retracted her arm in satisfaction, and gently teased her neck. Then he raised his foot, and carefully described the toes of one foot...

At this time, there was a slight sound of the door lock turning, and Fu Ailing's toe was just half painted, so she stood on one leg independently, and jumped on tiptoe to open the bedroom door a crack. She didn't open the door to go out, but put her eyes on the crack of the door and looked out. After seeing clearly that the person who came in was Cong Wanqing, she shrank her head back.

However, before she jumped back to the dressing table and sat down, Cong Wanqing heard the movement in the room, opened the door from behind and walked in.

Fu Ailing turned around, and what caught her eyes was Cong Wanqing's sharp, gloomy and cold face. Her legs softened, and she almost fell to the ground. She clutched her chest unnaturally and asked, "You...you Why are you back at this time? Don't you have to go to work?"

"Isn't it time to get off work at noon? Are there enough things at home? If not, I'll buy them when I come back in the afternoon..." The three women in the family need him for staple food, non-staple food, and snacks Bought it myself.

Cong Wanqing spoke lightly, but his eyes were firmly fixed on Fu Ailing.

Mottled sunlight came in from the window and shone on her body. Through her light nightgown, she could vaguely see her inner body, as well as the narrow red panties on her plump buttocks.

Fu Ailing's body revealed a seductive allure from the depths of her skirt, which made Cong Wanqing swallow hard.

Cong Wanqing came over and hugged her from behind, Fu Ailing let out an exclamation. The voice was weak, shrill and melodious like a cat's meowing, capable of touching people's heartstrings.

"Don't... Brother Cong, you can't... How come you look like you haven't seen a woman in your life? You just put on makeup..." Fu Ailing spoke incoherently, trying to break free from his embrace.

Doesn't this guy love Li Xiulan the most? Why does he prefer to pester himself these two days? This pervert, instead of looking for young and beautiful women like Sun Yan and Li Xiulan, came to pester him, an old woman in his thirties, did he like older women?

In fact, Fu Ailing is not as old as Cong Wanqing, even if Cong Wanqing likes older people, he can't fall in love with her.

Cong Wanqing likes to pester her these two days, it's nothing more than her maturity and her skills in that area are incomparable to Li Xiulan and Sun Yan.

Cong Wanqing's hand went around her waist and climbed to her chest, roughly rubbing her mountain peak, pinching Fu Ailing's sharp mountain peak between his thumb and the other finger, and twisting slowly and firmly moving.

His warm breath spewed on her smooth nape, his other hand raised her hair, and his mouth gently kissed her smooth shoulder.

She felt his teeth touch her skin, and she couldn't help shivering. And just when she thought his mouth would slide down her smooth back, he let down her hair and leaned his face on the back of her shoulder. She hugged him gently, without making any further moves.

Ever since she was violated by him these days, in her heart, Cong Wanqing was synonymous with shamelessness and ferocity. This man doesn't care about a woman's feelings at all, as long as he wants it, he will do it regardless of the occasion, regardless of the time...

Unexpectedly, at this time, he was actually a little tender and weak, which made Fu Ailing infinitely tolerant. And at this moment, her body reacted instinctively and naturally.

Her waist began to shake slightly, and with Cong Wanqing's pinching, a pleasurable feeling quickly spread in Fu Ailing's body.

She felt a fingertip slide down the side of her waist, into the slightly open slit in her.

Then, suddenly, his thumbs hooked around the elastic at her waist and began to pull it down. He easily brought the bare panties to her knees, and used his own knees to spread her legs apart, pulling the small piece of red lace into a stretchy bridge.

At this moment, Fu Ailing turned around in his arms, face to face, stared at him for a few seconds with complicated emotions, and said in a low voice: "Don't... you should... find him Li Xiulan..."

When she said this, Fu Ailing obviously found that her voice was so weak and soft.

Cong Wanqing smiled and said: "No, I came here specially to find you today... Wait a minute, I have very important news for you..."

Fu Ailing stared at him blankly, then slowly closed her eyes.

This action revealed the swaying heart in her chest and exposed her true inner thoughts. Cong Wanqing smiled triumphantly, and kissed her lips that had just been painted with lipstick. Fu Ailing's heart was ups and downs, and the tip of her tongue felt Cong Wanqing's tongue, slowly intertwined with him.

The two kissed eagerly, panting, taking advantage of the gap, Fu Ailing whispered softly: "Why are you still standing here? Carry me to the bed..."

Cong Wanqing moved when he heard the sound, and hugged him with great strength. Fu Ailing clung to his body as light as a swallow, turned sideways, and put her on the bed lightly. Then, he took off his clothes and grabbed her. Fu Ailing's red trousers were still wrapped around her ankles, and she raised her hand and threw them on the bedside table.

At this time, Yu Ling sighed secretly in her heart, and bent her arms to cover her eyes. She felt that her mood at this time was very contradictory. At this time, shouldn't she refuse and resist? How can it be like this?

Feeling Cong Wanqing's hand attached to her body, Fu Ailing made a low sound in her throat, and asked vaguely: "You...didn't lie to me?"

"You'll find out later...how could I lie to you?" Cong Wanqing said while being overwhelmed like Mount Tai...

"Uh..." Yu Ling felt that her body was about to fall apart and turn into water... Sweat flowed down from her cheeks and mountains, and finally gathered in her lower abdomen.

"I... can't do it anymore..." She whispered, her voice was almost inaudible, only intermittent gasps could be heard.

Cong Wanqing was unmoved at all, but Fu Ailing's begging for mercy received an even more violent blow from him. Fu Ailing tilted her head, squinted her eyes, looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, and whispered: "You...you are a devil..."

She wiped off the fine beads of sweat on her forehead with her arms, and with this movement, her body twisted extremely.

It seemed that this detail made Cong Wanqing even more irritated, so that his emotions seemed to surge several times, and the subsequent actions became more swift and fierce.

Feeling that Cong Wanqing was exerting more force, Fu Ailing bit her own arm, trying her best not to let herself cry out.

Cong Wanqing firmly grasped her waist, fixed her restless body, but he himself was like a driller, every bump deeply impacted her sensitive nerves.

Fu Ailing felt that her soul was lifted up, and her body was also light, as if flying in the clouds.

For that wonderful moment, shouting seemed no longer something she would be ashamed of. She heard Cong Wanqing's soothing cry, she knew that the man was at a critical moment at this time, she couldn't help opening her mouth, regardless, and screamed loudly: "Ah... I'm going to die..."

"Then you go to die." While speaking, Cong Wanqing's body also collapsed on the ground like a jade mountain. In the room, there was no other sound, only two people panting loudly.

"Come on, don't you say there is something very important?" Lying in Cong Wanqing's arms, Fu Ailing raised her head and asked in a low voice.

She didn't think that this man really had any important things. Maybe, the so-called important thing in this man's heart was to insult herself on the bed.

However, even though Fu Ailing was skeptical, she couldn't help asking.

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