Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

On the top floor, Owen helped Fang Yingzhi put Feng Yiping on the bed, and after taking off his shoes and jacket, he walked out with interest.

Some things, such as taking off shirts and pants, are not suitable for Fang Yingzhi to do. He is not sure, but he knows very well that it must not be suitable for him as a master.

If the boss wakes up and knows that he took off his pants, Owen is very worried that he will be sent to another place to look at the door.

As for Fang Yingzhi, a girl who helped her boss take off her clothes, especially her pants, would it be inconvenient, or whether she would be mopped up? Owen selectively ignored it.

Man, be generous!

In other words, from the perspective of men, Owen feels that there are many people who would welcome Fang Yingzhi to wipe oil.

Besides, she can still choose not to take it off, right?

So when Fang Yingzhi rushed in with a cup of honey water, she found that there was no one in the bedroom except Feng Yiping, who was asleep.

"Yiping, Yiping, drink saliva first," she yelled. Feng Yiping didn't respond, she pushed, and Feng Yiping was still asleep.

"How much is this?" She muttered, "This amount of alcohol," she shook her head, thanks to him not going to the bars and places, otherwise, how many people would have to take advantage of it.

She went out and poured a glass of mineral water on his bedside, after thinking about it, she took a trash can and put it beside the bed.

"You sleep well," she said softly, and the only answer to her was Feng Yiping's slight snoring.

She walked to the door, seeming to think of something, or some nostalgia, some reluctance, anyway, she turned back.

She pursed her mouth and thought for a while, then opened the quilt, and laboriously helped Feng Yiping take off his shirt. In this process, the sleeping Feng Yiping was still very cooperative subconsciously, but Fang Yingzhi's face turned red.

Feng Yiping, who only wore a white T-shirt with a base, had his chest and abdominal muscles looming, and his masculinity loomed large.

I heard that he was in good shape, but I didn't expect it to be so good.

She looked at the door several times, and several times hesitated whether she could try it, but she was worried that she could not resist the heat that could be felt far away.

Next is the most troublesome thing.

She glanced at Feng Yiping's trousers, whether to take them off or not. This is a question.

After hesitating and checking the technical solution in her mind, she stomped and took off!

She was cautious, excited, blushing, dodge-eyes, first untied her belt and unbuttoned her trousers.

In fact, it was not as strenuous as expected, but fine beads of sweat appeared on her head.

Then she did not hesitate to quickly cover Feng Yiping, who was still ignorant, with a quilt, and then walked to the end of the bed, pulling on the trousers, preparing to tear the trousers off the feet.

This time it was a bit laborious, the key is to control the strength, the strength is too small, can not take off, the strength is too strong, pull Feng Yiping out of bed, and then hit himself...

What do you think, that is the vulgar part of the romance drama.

In the end, she used brute force and ingenuity to pull Feng Yiping's pants off.

She sat on the floor with her pants in her arms, looking at the guy lying on the bed freely, panting heavily—it should be tired.

Shaking her head, hanging up her shirt and trousers carefully, Fang Yingzhi walked to the door again, but the moment she closed the door, she hesitated again.

The snoring in the bedroom was very steady, but the mansion outside the bedroom was extremely quiet, so quiet that she could hear her heartbeat, and her heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

She looked back at the door...

The next moment, the bedroom door was gently pulled up, and in the suite on the top floor, it was completely quiet, no snoring or footsteps were heard.

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Chinatown on Thanksgiving Day is indeed more lively than usual. The streets are full of people, and the shops beside the street are full of people.

The most attractive at this time are those roasting shops. Behind the glass, there are a whole row of roasted products. Naturally, there are turkeys. In addition, there are roast goose, sour plum duck, roast pig, Roasted whole rabbit...

The whole row of glowing red hung there, making you seem to be able to smell the fragrant smell through the glass. The gravy dripped from the roasted turkey, and the saliva dripped from the person looking at it.

The economic situation in the United States in the past two years has been good. The restaurant is naturally crowded with people. Just like in China, children with thick pockets will simply invite the elderly at home to the restaurant for a meal.

There are also many clubs who will order meals together on this day. Of course, more of them are Chinese tourists who come to the United States specifically during Thanksgiving. While traveling, they can also pack some food at a preferential price. Why not take a good product?

Many of them may have just come out of China. Why are they interested in visiting Chinatown again? Quite simply, most of the other restaurants in the Bay Area are closed. If you want to find a stutterer, find a reliable restaurant, and there are relatively more choices in Chinatown.

Huang Jingping wears sunglasses, a camel knitted cardigan, a slim dress with vertical stripes on the inside, and high-heeled short boots. It is sweet and casual, but also remarkably elegant and feminine.

She hugged Amanda in a princess dress and wandered around the short Chinatown with ease. The compatriots who looked like tourists at her side, the Chinese dialect of the world, always made her feel in such days. Warm and feel at ease.

Not far behind them, Carol already carried a lot of bags.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the merchants in Chinatown also naturally launched a lot of promotional activities. Many shops, just like those in the country, set up stalls in front of the door, and sold a lot of looks in the name of jumping off the property. Something not bad, if there is an electric horn that keeps calling next to it, it will be exactly the same as some domestic shops.

A careful comparison, you will find that some of their promotions today are indeed more powerful. This is also easy to understand. Objectively speaking, the Christmas shopping season in Europe and America is not only a marketing strategy for merchants, but also the best way for them to deal with overstocked inventory. .

Diagonally across from their mother and daughter, Ma Ling wore a medium-length dark green woolen coat, a white sweater as a base, black leggings and high heels, and a black leather bag with a metal chain slung across the body. Wearing sunglasses, she is a goddess fan.

The long blonde hair was not draped, and it was tied casually. A strand of hair fell from her ears that seemed disobedient, but it just made her look less sharp and her whole body softened a lot.

Vincent, wearing a blue woolen short trench coat and holding a trumpet in his hand, was staring at the siu-mei that exuded a seductive aroma through the glass at this time. He was interested in meat For him, here is heaven.

His palm was like a sucker. He lay down in front of the shop window and refused to go. He didn't drool. He just looked back at his mother in a pitiful and flattering way from time to time. His small appearance was almost adorable.

The middle-aged uncle who was hanging the roast chicken on the shelf in the shop window obviously couldn't resist his offensive. He picked up a lunch box and swiftly picked up a few chopsticks, chickens, ducks, geese, and hooves, and inserted bamboo. Signed, smiled and delivered it to him, "Try it,"

When it comes to food, especially meat, Vincent is not timid. "Thank you," but he didn't take it.

"Thank you," Ma Ling said in decent Chinese. "We have," she pointed to the bag in her hand.

Seeing that she can speak Chinese, the boss is more enthusiastic, "It doesn't matter, try it,"

If you don’t answer again, you’ll cause trouble, "Thank you,"

Seeing his mother finally agreed, Vincent finally took the lunch box that the boss was holding, and at the first moment, he used a bamboo stick to fork a piece and sent it to his mother, "Mom,"

Ma Ling couldn't help her son's cleverness at such a time. She shook her head and took a bite. As expected, Vincent smiled triumphantly in the next second.

Five minutes later, the mother and son came out of the roasting shop, and Ma Ling had another bag in his hand, which contained half a plum duck.

The enthusiastic Vincent stood up in his mother's arms and looked around, pointed to the opposite side and said, "over there, over there,"

It was not a restaurant, but a shop. From here, it was densely packed with people, and Vincent had no idea where there were good things.

Ma Ling hugged him to the opposite side and found that it was a small supermarket. A sign at the door had some Chinese characters written on it. Obviously it was a special offer today, but how could she know the words Gongwan and beef balls? Just feel that standing at the door, there will be a cool feeling.

In such winter days, all kinds of hot pot ingredients are also popular products in Chinatown.

Amanda was at the big freezer in the middle of the store at this time, directing her mother "this, this, and this,"

These balls, which are packed in a bag and frozen, look crystal clear, are her favorite.

"Do you know what this is? Are you sure you want so much?" Huang Jingping reminded him.

"I know I know, Dad likes it too," Amanda said.

This reason is so powerful!

I have to say that when it comes to eating, the two brothers and sisters really have their own methods.

Vincent looked at so many people curiously, picking around around the freezer, he didn't know what it was.

Ma Ling knew it.

Feng Yiping took her around China for most of the winter in Huai’an Sente. He had eaten this kind of meatballs, which are mainly cooked in a pot with a spicy soup. Now I buy this. pretty good?

"Mom, what is this?" Vincent asked curiously, lying on the side of the freezer, and stretched out his hand to press on the bags.

"It's delicious," Ma Ling said with a smile.

"Is there meat in it?" Sure enough, this is Vincent's second question.

At this time, he felt a light tap on his shoulder, and when he looked back, a little girl happily pointed at him and called, "Pretty brother,"

Vincent was taken aback for a moment and couldn't remember where he had seen such a little girl, but inexplicably thought the little girl was very kind, "Hi, hello," he smiled and greeted Amanda.

"Mom, look, this is the beautiful brother who was very sad in the car that day," Amanda tugged at her mother~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Originally she wanted to say that she was the brother who was crying in the car, so she changed it somehow. Become a very sad brother.

Huang Jingping was dragged by her daughter to look back, and she saw the cute little guy standing by the freezer. She felt that the little guy became more familiar with each other, but she just couldn't remember where she had met him.

Hehe, it must be because this little guy is too handsome, because he can be a model on a calendar.

"Did you forget Mom, it was that time on the road, oh, on the way home when I took my dad off by plane," Amanda actually remembered miraculously the day when she saw Vincent.

Vincent also remembered, isn't this the little girl who greeted herself in the car next to him on the road that day? "Mom, Mom," he also called Ma Ling.

"What's the matter with Vincent?" Ma Ling was taken aback as soon as he turned his head. What a coincidence?

She had never thought of such a scene.

Although she tried her best to avoid it, no one could say that there would be no such day in the future. For various reasons, they would meet together without warning.

In order to make such an encounter not seem full of loopholes, she also secretly made some psychological preparations, and it just happened to come in handy now. She did not panic, "Hello, what a coincidence!"

They all showed surprised expressions, and naturally they couldn't pretend that they didn't remember the previous encounter on the airport road.

"Yes, it's a coincidence," Huang Jingping also said with a smile.

The two mothers were still talking about some unnutritious greetings, but the conversation between the little guys over there had already made substantial progress, "Pretty brother, can you play with me?" Amanda said to Vincent.

"Mom," Vincentra begged her with Ma Ling's hand, eyes full of hope.

The sunlight refracted in through the glass of different colors, shining on the pair of children, as if coating them with dream-like colors.