Personal security

After that, because Ma Yulin wanted to regain face from Zhao Jianhui, the fight with Zhao Jianhui became incompatible, and Lin Shuanghuan also lost his position as prosecutor general. 【 ,//

Lin Shuanghuan became angry when she thought of these things, but this time Zhao Jianhui had the upper hand. Someone had called her just now, and she already knew what happened in front of the city bureau.

From the bottom of her heart, she couldn't help but blame Ma Yulin for making a bad move. At this time, people are looking for trouble for Zhao Jianhui, but they still use such boring tricks, and they are simply sent to the door to be dealt with.

However, when she heard that Ma Qiong had also been arrested, while she complained, she felt an unspeakable feeling in her heart. Speaking of which, this child is still very popular with me, but because of her mother, I can't like her no matter what.

But after all, Ma Qiong has a different identity. Even if she has always known very little about the family, there is no guarantee that she will spit out any useful information. If this girl talks about being bald and Zhao Jianhui gets a little clue, Ma Yulin might be implicated.

She just couldn't get through the call she made to Ma Yulin, which made her feel very uncomfortable. It's already this time, and this guy is wandering around somewhere again. He's really a ghost who doesn't know how to die.

However, no matter how uncomfortable she felt in her heart, Lin Shuanghuan still shook her head when facing her daughter's greeting: "It's okay." As he said that, he lovingly smoothed his daughter's messy hair. This woman, who is retaliatory and cruel-hearted outside, is surprisingly kind, calm, and amiable when facing her daughter.

Ma Huan said with some distress: "Mom, it seems that you have become increasingly unhappy recently. In fact... even... it would be nice to rest at home. You have been a revolutionary for most of your life..."

Lin Shuanghuan shook his head, looked at his daughter lovingly and said, "Don't worry, it's time to go to work. It's not good to stay at home all the time at this stage. People will say you are in a mood...obey!"

Ma Huan let out an ooh, looked at Lin Shuanghuan and said, "What's wrong with me? I was invited back by cousin Su Ping. The couple didn't know what happened. The eldest cousin actually wanted to divorce him. This I’m fifty years old and still don’t stop…”

"What did you say?" Lin Shuanghuan couldn't help but was stunned. Li Jiajia was going to divorce Su Ping? What kind of trouble is this?

Su Ping is Ma Yulin's nephew, but he is less than ten years younger than Ma Yulin. Back then, he, Ma Yulin, and Li Jiajia all worked in the same town. At that time, Ma Yulin was the town party committee//, Li Jiajia and Su Ping were office clerks, and Lin Shuanghuan was the town's judicial assistant. The four of them were about the same age, but their identities and statuses were vastly different. Ma Yulin, the secretary, was very popular at that time.

Later, Ma Yulin indeed made great progress in his official career, from the grassroots to the county and then to the province, step by step he climbed to the pinnacle of power in southern Guangdong. Lin Shuanghuan also followed his steps and reached the position of prosecutor general step by step. However, what made her most confused was that Li Jiajia followed Ma Yulin and gradually took the position of Propaganda Minister of the Provincial Party Committee. Only Su Ping plunged into the economic tide in the early days of reform and made a lot of money. Later, he actually did business abroad, received a green card, and became a yellow-skinned American.

There were many rumors about the relationship between Ma Yulin and Li Jiajia. Su Ping also divorced Li Jiajia again and again because of this matter. But in the end, it all came to nothing. The two of them stumbled through more than 20 years of ups and downs. The marriage was not divorced, but it could only be said to be in name only, with no real meaning of marriage.

But Li Jiajia took the initiative to divorce Su Ping. This was the first time I heard about it, but I wonder what the reason was this time? However, no matter what, she is just fooling around. As the Minister of Propaganda and a senior provincial cadre, if she gets divorced at this age, doesn't that mean she will ruin her political future?

"I don't know what the main reason is? From what I heard from my cousin, it may be that my eldest cousin was teasing a flight attendant at the airport. The flight attendant's boyfriend found out and beat him up. But my brother shamelessly announced my cousin's name, which made my eldest cousin angry." Ma Hua said as he turned and walked towards the door: "Mom, I won't be back for dinner tonight. I have made an appointment with my eldest cousin. cosmetic."

"Hey...it's time for Peng Song to come back, right? You shouldn't have let him out in the first place..." Son-in-law Peng Song is a surgeon at South China Hospital. Lin Shuanghuan was a little worried when he went to Germany for further studies. Today's young couples often have problems when they are together. If they go out and don't see each other for several years, who can say that something else won't happen? Just now, when her daughter talked about Su Ping and Li Jiajia, Lin Shuanghuan couldn't help but asked with concern.

"Mom, what are you thinking about? Peng Song is not that kind of person. Okay, I'm leaving. You can rest at home..." As he said this, Ma Hua put on his shoes and walked out.

Looking at his daughter's back, Lin Shuanghuan was lost in thought for a while. Then he remembered the content of the phone call just now, and couldn't help but pick up the phone and call Ma Yulin's cell phone. However, Ma Yulin's cell phone still went unanswered.

Vaguely, Lin Shuanghuan guessed where Ma Yulin would be with the woman at this moment, and very dissatisfiedly took out Fang Jingshu's phone number and called her. The result was as she expected. Fang Jingshu's cell phone and Ma Yulin's cell phone were both able to make calls, but no one answered.

Lin Shuanghuan's face gradually darkened, he snorted coldly, rang the phone with a snap, stood up, walked back and forth in the living room twice, and suddenly stopped. He walked to the shoe cabinet and took out his shoes. After putting on one foot, he was stunned for a moment, then stepped back into the slippers and put the shoes into the shoe cabinet.

He returned to the sofa and sat down, took out a pack of women's cigarettes from under the coffee table, took one out and lit it. The faint blue smoke lingered in front of her, and Lin Shuanghuan was calculating the gains and losses in his mind. Not many people know that she also smokes, but she smokes very little.

After taking a few strong puffs, I choked and coughed.

Today is Saturday. Although I was too busy with the affairs of the Public Security Bureau in the morning to take a rest, since the matter has been dealt with, the interrogation will naturally be done by Zhang Aimin and others, and there is no need for Zhao Jianhui to keep an eye on it. Arrangements for entertaining the business group had also been made. Taking advantage of the fact that there were no arrangements for the afternoon, Zhao Jianhui told Liu Ming, came out of the office, and drove the Volvo given by Ye Qiuyu to see Geng Xiaomin.

Since the last time, Zhao Jianhui was busy and did not go to see her again, which made the beautiful lady get angry with her lies, saying that Zhao Jianhui threw it away after getting it, which was a typical lack of conscience.

Zhao Jianhui laughed and said that your family usually consists of just you and your sister. Now that your leg is injured and it is inconvenient for you to come out, it is inconvenient for me to go to your home. In fact, I have wanted to visit you for a long time. This made Geng Xiaomin happy, but she got a call during lunch, saying that her sister had called her today and that she had a lot of things to do today and might not come back.

Zhao Jianhui thought about it. Geng Xiaoli must be very busy today. Taking advantage of the fact that he was free now and Geng Xiaoli was not at home, it was okay to go see Geng Xiaomin.

The plaster on Geng Xiaomin's leg has not been removed yet. For comfort, she wears a thin and loose pink housecoat at home. The high and plump breasts made the clothes on her body bulge high, which was particularly eye-catching. At the hems of the pink trousers, the slender ankles and soft white feet are easily reminiscent of the softness of her legs. What's more, she tied her black hair into a bun and pinned it back with a hairpin with rhinestones. This charming hairstyle was particularly feminine and showed her style as a young woman.

Seeing her outfit, Zhao Jianhui was stunned for a moment and just closed the security door. Zhao Jianhui reached out and hugged her soft waist. He chuckled and said, "Have you missed me?"

I originally thought that Geng Xiaomin's fiery temper would push me away and say I didn't want to. However, who knew that she nodded obediently, with a hint of blush, and whispered: "I thought about it, I didn't expect you to call you?" This voice seemed completely different from the woman who called me at noon. Just not a person.

Zhao Jianhui smiled slightly and kissed her bright red mouth.

Finally, when he was almost out of breath, Zhao Jianhui let go of his mouth and looked at Geng Xiaomin's beautiful face carefully, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

Geng Xiaomin was a little dissatisfied with Zhao Jianhui's lecherous behavior: "You didn't want it when I gave it to you, but now everyone has given it to you, how can you still be so virtuous? You...you can't behave better than other men. Is it any different?"

Zhao Jianhui smiled sarcastically: "You don't understand. In fact, men are all the same. The so-called difference refers to when you are pretending to be in front of others. The so-called knowing the taste of food can only be done after tasting it. I know how precious you are..."

"Really? If they don't come to you, why don't you come and see them?" Geng Xiaomin put his arms around her neck, almost hanging on his body.

On Simmons' bed in the boudoir, Zhao Jianhui took possession of her again. It is really a great enjoyment to watch the little hot girl who has always had a hot temper obediently work hard to please herself, and then be slowly conquered by him.

The big bed creaked. A pair of cute little white feet are raised high. Twisting and entangled, it wrapped around Zhao Jianhui's neck like a spiritual snake, leading Zhao Jianhui to enjoy that special kind of stimulation...

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