Excellent little farmer

I was stunned for a moment, looking at her pear blossoms with rain, it felt like a steel needle had been pierced into my heart, and I couldn't help but feel pain. I quickly took out a tissue, carefully wiped away the tears on her face, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, Teacher Zhou, I won't hurt you."

Zhou Yuan was unmoved, but pulled up her nightgown, bit her thin lips, lowered her head, looked at a pair of small white feet, and said sadly: "Where? In the bedroom or in the bathroom? Or by the piano. ?When you were a student, you dreamed that one day you would be able to hold the beautiful young female teacher on the podium in your arms, violate her, and possess her. Is that so?"

I was silent for a long time, and then he stretched out his hands, picked up this soft and fragrant body, and strode toward the bedroom.

Zhou Yuan sighed quietly, her eyelashes trembling, big tears fell down, she stretched out her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes, looked at me with some grievance, pouted her lips and said: "I like how I use my posture to cater to you, Lying down or kneeling? Kneeling feels more conquering, right? I haven’t tried it, so I don’t really understand.”

"Shh!"

I put my finger on her lips and tapped it lightly. Then I bent down and laid her flat on the bed. I pulled up the quilt and carefully tucked the corner of the quilt. Then I turned off the light, walked slowly to the door, and turned around. He took a look and whispered: "Go to sleep, don't worry, I will definitely take more deep breaths next time."

Zhou Yuan laughed through her tears, wiped away her tears, and retracted her head into the quilt. It wasn't until the footsteps were gone and a slight sound of the door closing came from outside that she stuck her head out, took a deep breath, and held the hot pot. He raised his cheeks and frowned, "What did you say just now..."

I returned to the room, sat on the sofa and smoked a cigarette. Thinking of what Zhou Yuan had just said, I felt very depressed. I simply changed my clothes, put on sportswear, put on sunglasses, opened the door and walked out, and took the After the elevator went downstairs, the Audi car slowly drove out of the hotel and drove forward aimlessly.

At this time, it is the time when nightlife is most abundant. The neon lights on both sides of the road are as colorful as fireworks. Young men and women come and go from time to time at the entrances of disco bars, bars, and KTV private rooms. I drove on the road for half an hour. He parked the car in front of a disco bar, got off the car, and walked in slowly.

In a nearby high-end club, a young man in his twenties or eighties was sitting near the window. He was wearing a crisp suit, holding a cigarette in his hand and smoking slowly. A few minutes later, there was a man at the door. A dignified and beautiful young woman appeared. She was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, tight light gray jeans, covering her slender waist and curvy hips, and a pair of slender legs, making her look slim and graceful.

His eyes fell on the young woman's smooth face, looking at her almond-shaped eyes and rosy cheeks. The young man sighed, put out the cigarette in his hand, threw it under his feet, stepped on it hard, then stood up and walked over to meet her, smiling and stretching out his hand. He stretched out his right hand and said softly: "Cheng Lin, why did you come here so late?"

The young woman smiled slightly and did not shake hands. Instead, she turned sideways and walked to the window lazily with elegant steps. She pulled out a chair and sat down. She opened her satchel, took out a cigarette from it, lit it and smoked it. He took a sip, raised his pretty face, opened his mouth slightly, and slowly blew out a wisp of smoke. With a mocking tone, he said with a half-smile: "Secretary Yang, I haven't seen you for a long time. You playboy, don't go out and have fun." , why did you remember to ask me out?"

Yang Guang frowned slightly, waved to the waiter, whispered a few words, looked at the young woman's two slender white fingers, and said softly: "Reporter Cheng, don't be joking. I'm too busy with serious things every day, how can I Time to go out and have fun."

The young woman smiled contemptuously, took a puff of cigarette, turned her gaze to the window, and said thoughtfully: "Yes! I almost forgot that Secretary Yang only envied power, not beauty, otherwise how could he forcefully force his beloved woman? Push it into someone else’s arms.”

Yang Guang looked gloomy, took the wine glass handed by the waiter, shook it gently, and said helplessly: "Cheng Lin, let's not mention the past things again, okay?"

Cheng Lin turned around and smiled, squinted at him, and continued to say sarcastically: "Why, you are allowed to do it, but I am not allowed to say it?"

Yang Guang frowned, reached out and snatched the cigarette from her fingers, broke it and threw it on the ground, saying coldly: "Cheng Lin, if you give up on yourself like this, your future life will be ruined."

Cheng Lin suddenly chuckled, and after a while, she breathed a sigh of relief, turned her head, knocked on the table and said: "These words are really touching. If I had said it a few years ago, I would have definitely thrown myself into your arms. I’m crying to death, but in this situation, I just think it’s funny, so just perform, perform to your heart’s content, you hypocrite!”

After speaking, she touched the wine glass on the table, raised it forward suddenly, and poured the wine into Yang Guang's face.

Yang Guang closed his eyes, stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked it, and then said with a smile: "Cheng Lin, you really haven't changed at all, you are as strong as this wine, you know? This is what I like most about you, and it is also the most I’m afraid of your place!”

Cheng Lin chuckled, stretched out her right hand, straightened her hair, and said calmly: "Tell me about your business."

Yang Guang took out a tissue, wiped his face clean, called the waiter, and served Cheng Lin drinks. After the waiter left, he sat back on his chair and said softly: "Big reporter, what are you preparing for recently?" What about criticizing the evils of the times?"

Cheng Lin stretched out her white fingers, picked up the wine glass, shook it, took a sip, and said calmly: "I want to write a special report exposing the evil forces in Minjiang. What, Secretary Yang is interested in providing material?"

Yang Guang sighed, waved his hand and said: "Cheng Lin, stop fussing. You make Secretary Bao very passive. His daughter-in-law always writes articles in the Jiangzhou Morning News, exposing the so-called shady stories of Minjiang. You are like this It would be too inhumane to do it!”

Cheng Lin pursed her lips and smiled, turned to her face, and said word by word: "Compared to you, Secretary Yang, it's much worse. No matter what I do, I'm not as shameless as you!"

Yang Guang spread his hands and said with an innocent face: "Cheng Lin, there were some misunderstandings in the past. I don't ask for your forgiveness, but I hope you can be sensible and stop doing things that make your loved ones hurt and your enemies happy. Come on, that’s stupid!”

Cheng Lin smiled slightly, shook the cup in her hand, and said softly: "If I hadn't been stupid, how could I have ended up in this situation today? I have to thank you, Secretary Yang, for this."

Yang Guang frowned, stood up and walked a few steps, walked to the window with his arms crossed, and sighed: "Cheng Lin, I know that you have always hated me and may never forgive me, but you don't know , at the wedding that day, my heart was like a knife, and no one would understand that kind of mood."

Cheng Lin stretched out her hands, clapped her hands gracefully a few times, raised her white thumbs, and said with a click of her tongue: "Secretary Yang, your acting skills are really superb, and they are much better than before, but can you tell me why you are in my eyes?" Here, you were smiling ten times more happily than the groom?"

Yang Guang was silent for a long time, then looked back at her and said softly: "Cheng Lin, Bao Ju really likes you, he can bring you happiness, maybe you are right, I am actually a liar, not only did I cheat Others even deceived themselves.”

Cheng Lin picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and said with a smile: "I finally told half of the truth. Secretary Yang, can I publish the second half of the sentence in the newspaper?"

"up to you!"

Yang Guang's face became gloomy, he frowned and sat back, and said in a low voice: "Even the secretary of the provincial party committee saw the report about the heavy machine factory last time, which made the old man disgraced. It's time for you to wake up and stop letting it go. The sex is gone, and if you toss it like this, it will only make people with ulterior motives laugh."

Cheng Lin picked up the cup, shook it gently, drank the wine in one gulp, put down the cup, and said calmly: "Is that what you came to me for?"

Yang Guang stared at her shaved jade fingers and said softly: "Also, was there a small golden Buddha among the gifts you received when you got married?"

Cheng Lin straightened her hair, lay on the table, shook her head and said, "I don't know, the gifts are all locked in the warehouse on the first floor and haven't been moved at all."

Yang Guang pondered for a while and then said with a smile: "Let's take some time to sort it out. If you find similar valuables, sort them out and call me and I will pick them up."

Cheng Lin raised her eyebrows and said calmly: "What, something happened?"

Yang Guang nodded and frowned: "You know, Li Chen and those people have been deliberately trying to deal with Secretary Bao. The expensive gifts received at the wedding should be picked out and disposed of in time to avoid being framed. , causing unnecessary trouble."

Cheng Lin pursed her lips and smiled, raised her hand and snapped her fingers, called the waiter, and pointed into the cup. After the waiter poured the wine, she sat up straight and said lazily: "Okay, if I'm in the mood another day, I'll go look for it."

Yang Guang sighed, lit another cigarette, frowned and took a puff, and said softly: "Cheng Lin, when will Bao Ju return to China?"

Cheng Lin was silent for a while, shook her head and said: "I don't know, maybe he will never come back. He is sad."