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Han Zirong was sitting at the headquarters of the Green Gang, the man in front of him was wearing a black casual suit, the exaggerated collar of the flowered shirt was turned over, and a gold chain the thickness of his fingers was looming around his neck. Falling in front of Han Zirong, he said coldly:

"I heard that Rong Shao complained that we leaked the news, huh? This person is not from my youth gang. I think Rong Shao should know him!"

Han Zirong pulled open his neckline, but still felt it was difficult to breathe. The figure frozen in the video was very familiar. He was pushing a big trash can, and when he turned his head, he revealed a snow-white side face, big eyes, and smooth and elegant jawline.

He was sweating profusely. He checked each one before and found nothing wrong, so he thought that Hun Baiqing's subordinates must have leaked the news recklessly, so not only did he not give people a good face, but he also said a lot of nasty things.

Hun Baiqing has always had a bad temper, reckless, fearless, dare not give anyone's face, dare to take anyone's life.

Now they showed evidence that the person who broke into the hotel was the precise special assistant to the general manager, and Han Zirong couldn't be cleared if he jumped into the Yellow River.

"Brother Hun..."

Hun Baiqing waved his hand, "Don't come here, you were not called Mr. Hun before, you can call it whatever you want. You two brothers are acting well, why, you think I look like a monkey, so you can be tricked, don't you? Um?"

He sat down, took out a cigar, and those around him lit it.Then he pulled out a gun and put it on the table.

Han Zirong stood up in fright, and was pressed by the shoulders of the person behind him on the chair,

"Brother Hun! Listen to me, this incident was really an accident. The batch of goods had already left the warehouse and went to the dock, and we were just waiting for the contract to be declared for customs declaration. Who knew that Han Ziye would have noticed it. Believe me—"

Hun Baiqing raised a hand to cut off his words: "I don't care, you refund the deposit in my account, I have already refunded it to you, I don't want the money, I want the goods."

Han Zirong's face turned pale, and after thinking for a while, he said, "The cabinet has already issued a death order, so it's definitely not feasible to follow the clear path. If you change hands, as long as Han Ziye agrees to hide it from the old man, it's still possible. Brother Hun, give me some face and cooperate..."

Walking out of the back door of the Green Gang, Han Zirong immediately got into the car with a pale face, and the subordinates in the car saw that his expression was not good and quickly asked, "Young Master Rong..."

Han Zirong showed a little smile, "People from the Green Gang will ask you for something, just give them what they want." How dare you spoil his good deeds, it's just a pet bought by the Han family, so he should be given some trouble have eaten.

For three days, Han Ziye showed off some of his private research plans, which are his real trump cards.These small three-dimensional attack methods condense the most advanced technology, small in size, large in firepower, a missile the size of a cigar is enough to blow up a fortress, and the guidance method is advanced and comprehensive. Appropriately, the smallest organization only needs five people to form an all-encompassing firepower network.These are all Han Ziye's own things, and they are not yet known to anyone in the precision.These things have always existed secretly in Peter's foreign territory.

Farmier raised her eyebrows: "Compared to this, the products exported by Precision Company are simply rubbish."

Han Ziye did not respond to her praise.He only expressed his willingness to provide it secretly at the lowest price when necessary, but the premise is that Famier will monitor all of Haji's future and sophisticated purchase plans, and will report any plans to Han Ziye, and try to think Ways to block all commercial contracts with precision.If Farmier's insiders can find Haji's ammunition depot, they will give priority to destroying all precision models.

After reaching an agreement, the two opened a bottle of champagne in the gun room to celebrate. Farmer held a glass of wine and admired his collection by the display shelf:

"As expected of Mars, you were already famous at MIT. If I hadn't already wanted to belong, I think I would have fallen in love with you."

She walked towards Han Ziye with her graceful waist, "But don't you really want to try? I won't let you down."

Han Ziye squinted at her hand on his lap, that hand was as gorgeous as Farmier herself, the long fingertips were painted with bright red Kodan, another pair of thin white hands suddenly flashed in Ziye's mind, palms Round and small, with slender fingers and slender and elegant knuckles, the oval nails glowed with a healthy pale pink light. He regained his senses, and a sweet fragrance of powder enveloped him as she approached. The low-cut dress revealed The plump bust of her waist was clung to his arm.

Han Ziye didn't dodge, just smiled, "Is this also part of your job?"

Farmier is not angry: "If every job has such good benefits, why not do it?"

She put her hands on Ziye's face, and turned to herself: "Why, do you like men?"

Zi Ye frowned and turned away: "I don't like men."

Farmier chuckled, and put her hand all the way down, rubbing against Ziye's plump chest muscles: "Your subordinates are all outstanding, which one is it? The handsome guy with brown curly hair?"

Her voice disappeared, and she kissed Ziye's lips.

Ziye didn't move, and let her kiss him, neither responding nor refusing.Hearing the crisp sound of glass shattering at the door, the two of them were alarmed. They saw Qingchen panickingly kneeling down to pick up the broken teacups from the tray, and Ziye watched his stiff fingers bleed from being pricked by the fragments. As if ignorant, he wiped the water stains on the ground casually with a napkin, and ran away without looking back while holding the tray. His foot injury was not fully healed, and he was a little limp when running.

Famier looked at Ziye staring at the door and frowning, nodded and said, "Oh, so it was him."

Ziye pushed away Famier who was leaning against her, stood up, looked down at her and said, "Your Highness, although I really want to entertain you, I think you should go back, your brother is still waiting You bring back what he wants." After finishing speaking, he walked out without looking back.

Farmier leaned on the sofa and looked at his back, she thought she already knew where this man's weakness was.Although it is a cooperation, you must always grasp the weakness of the other party. This cooperation is stronger, isn't it?

Lying on the bed early in the morning, holding up my cut finger, looking at the wrapped Band-Aid under the faint moonlight.Every time he thinks of that afternoon scene in his mind, he pinches the injured finger. The pain in the hand will cover the pain in his heart, but the blood that spilled out stained the Band-Aid red, and he had to change it.

He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, feeling a heavy sense of depression in his heart.Remembering that he forgot to marinate the veal for breakfast tomorrow, he sat up from the bed as if saved, and finally had a reason not to sleep.

Han Ziye came out of the study to deliver a cup to the small kitchen, and found that he was cutting meat in it in the morning. He washed the remaining wine in the cup with boiling water on the sink. In the morning, he didn't let him down to wash as usual, but just lowered his head , holding a white ceramic knife and carefully cutting the meat with a white ceramic knife, the index finger of his right hand is wrapped with a skin-colored patch, it seems that the wound has not healed, and it still has a dark red blood color.

Thinking of Beiying, who he had fled in a hurry this afternoon, Ziye felt uneasy in his heart, with a sweet and sour taste.

He walked in no hurry, hung the cup on the cup holder, and leaned against the counter to watch the meat being cut.As if knowing that he was being watched, the drooping eyelashes trembled slightly in the morning, his snow-white cheeks gradually flushed, his hands were unsteady, and the crosses were cut into big and small pieces.

He stopped the knife, waited, and saw that Ziye didn't seem to want to leave, so he put the seasoning on the beef and kneaded it gently.

Ziye stared at the raised index finger, but remained silent.

For a while, the kitchen was so quiet that the chirping of insects could be heard outside.

In the morning, I covered the meat with plastic wrap, put it in the refrigerator, closed the door, and stood there in a daze.

Ziye called him softly: "Wash your hands."

He walked to the counter to wash his hands as if he had just woken up from a dream.

After turning off the water, I stood in front of the faucet again at a loss.

Ziye chuckled, "Come here."

Qingchen hesitated for a while, but finally walked in front of him, was held up by his right hand and asked:

"Does it still hurt?"

Early morning flinched and shook her head.

Ziye leaned close to his ear, smelled the fragrance of his usual lemon body wash, and blew on the red ear: "Where are the feet?"

He stopped breathing in the early morning, and subconsciously felt the breath in his ear, enveloped by the strong male breath approaching, his heart beat wildly uncontrollably, and he couldn't hear what Ziye said at all.

Ziye leaned on the countertop, opened his long legs to put Qingchen inside, stretched out his fingers to undo the buttons of his pajamas, one by one, slowly opened the front of the clothes, and stroked back and forth on the exposed delicate collarbone with his fingers. She slipped into her favorite neck and rubbed gently, then moved to that beautiful shoulder, pinned the collar behind the shoulder, and her snow-white chest was exposed.The light-colored nipples gradually stood up in the air without even being touched.

Ziye stripped off his entire shirt, slid his hands to the soft buttocks inside the waistband of his trousers, and pressed them towards himself.He enjoyed the morning's heavier breathing and involuntary swallowing.Caress the small Adam's apple that slides up and down with your hand, chasing its movement.

In the morning, his eyes were still lowered, and the freshly washed hair hung down softly, covering his forehead.The color of the light-colored lips became darker, and they opened slightly. Ziye approached slowly, and at the moment of the kiss, Qingchen nodded slightly to the right, avoiding the kiss.

Ziye seemed to know what he was awkward about, and chuckled softly: "Don't you need a poison?"

In the early morning, he still kept his face away and made no sound.Ziye tore off the belt of her bathrobe, revealing her naked, muscular chest and strong waist, and the genitals underneath had gradually erected.He pulled the hands in front of him and pressed them down, opened his eyes wide in the early morning, and swallowed the exclamation into his mouth.

Molesting him can always bring me supreme satisfaction, every reaction of his is so real and cute, and the expression of eagerness mixed with shyness can always easily drive me crazy.

In the early morning, he fell limp almost immediately, his hands involuntarily wrapped around Ziye's shoulders and neck, and closed his eyes to accept his passionate kiss.Ziye tightened her legs and held him tightly in her arms. She felt the beautiful body line with her dishonest hands and kneaded her buttocks wantonly.

Ziye grasped the slippery tongue and sucked and bit it slowly, and Qingchen showed the expression of bewilderedness when he was kissed all the time, and a pleasant soft moan overflowed from his throat.Ziye pulled off his pajama pants, the light-colored genitals were already raised high, Ziye's thick and hot hands gently moved, his thumbs rubbed the soft head, and the fingers of the other hand penetrated into the back hole and lightly Stir lightly.

"Um……"

In the early morning, I couldn't even stand upright, and my hands were attached to my thick chest and trembled.

Ziye let go of those sweet lips, turned down and stroked the sensitive skin on the side of her neck with the tip of her nose, and sucked the tip of her nipples all the way down.

"what--!"

In the early morning, he uncontrollably raised his neck high, and pushed his chest further into Ziye's mouth. With the licking and yelling softly, the back hole continued to shrink and quickly became wet.

Midnight breathed heavily, fine sweat oozing from the temples, he held the other nipple in his mouth and bit it lightly with his front teeth, feeling the excellent elasticity.

"Uh, ah—!"

In the early morning, when the opened fingers pressed a little, the genitals bounced and secreted fluid.

Ziye had already fully erected, and his huge genitals stood straight against Qingchen's lower abdomen. He grabbed Qingchen's hands and held the thick cylinder, feeling the morning's gasp.

Ziye turned around and picked him up and put him on the sink. The positions of the two were immediately reversed, allowing him to grab his shoulders, push his legs away with one hand, and hold his genitals with the other hand, pushing in little by little. .

Posture and lighting create an excellent visual effect.Ziye stared closely at the tender red pussy between the snow-white buttocks, wriggling and swallowing herself little by little, both of them held their breaths waiting for the moment of complete containment.

"Aha!"

The moment he finally entered, Qingchen let out a pleasant cry, like a starting gun, and Ziye started a heavy attack. He held his slender waist with both hands, and his upper body hardly moved. Only his strong waist and hips moved back and forth firmly. The bodies are pressed together with almost no gaps, rubbing and wriggling,

"Ah... ah...! Master, ah..."

In the early morning, her eyes were blurred with tears, and she moaned beautifully with the rhythm of the attack. The tight and slippery back hole was wrapped, and the huge penis was twisted.

In the middle of the night, his scalp was numb due to the supreme pleasure. In the early morning, his frowning brows, slack eyes, and wonderful moaning were undoubtedly the best aphrodisiac. Grinding repeatedly, he climbed to the top almost instantly. He raised his head suddenly, stopped breathing, his whole body locked up, convulsed, and Ziye gritted his teeth. Under the double stimulation of the morning orgasm expression and the tight twisting of the acupoints, he ejaculated The first shot of semen accumulated for a long time, the semen was hot and thick, hitting the soft intestinal wall in waves, almost fainted by the strong pleasure in the morning, only a faint sound of breath remained in the throat, and it took a long time to recover Breathing, he fell limply in Ziye's arms, his whole body lost his mind, allowing the semen shot in his lower abdomen to flow to the floor along the curve of his waist.

He almost lost all perception of the environment, only Ziye was watching his eyes, and he let him push his body back on the counter.Before the first wave of lingering rhyme disappeared, the hard genitals were already excited again, and they were re-inserted wet and limp. In the morning, the pajama pants were piled up around the ankles, and in the middle of the night, he stroked his raised butterfly bones and sunken buttocks. The spinal groove was kneaded on the beautiful curve formed by the slender waist and the bulging buttocks. Different from the first rapid attack, this time, he slowly moved in and out, feeling the tenderness of the sensitive head a little bit. The tactile sensation in the intestines is long and appropriate. In the morning, I can't help but spread my palms, but my fingertips can't grasp the slippery chopping board. The moan in my throat has a bit of coquettish sweetness, and it doesn't sound like my own voice.

Ziye just grinds it slowly, admiring the perfect body below him with his eyes and hands, his ears are filled with the pleasant cry, until he can no longer control himself, clasping Qingchen's shoulders with his hands, speeding up again.The thick cylinder rubbed against the soft and sensitive inner wall time and time again, bringing the thrill of being overwhelmed.

Turning back to look at him in the early morning, one arm stretched out to his body wishing,

"Ah...young master! Please! Ah...ah..."

Midnight's ten fingers tightly clasped the outstretched hand, the speed of his body rose instead of falling, his huge head rubbed against his glands, and in the morning he was forced to sob loudly by the intensely accumulated pleasure, with tears running down his face,

"Master... woo...Master! Ah! Ah! Ah——!"

The climax came again, Qingchen tightly clasped Ziye's hand, tightly clenched her back acupoint for a long time without letting go, her nipples stood up, pressed against the cold chopping board, and lost consciousness immediately.

In the early morning, he was woken up in a coma, and when he woke up, he was made to cry and fell asleep. The battlefield went from the countertop to the floor, and then to the windowsill, in front of the refrigerator, behind the dining table. He had shot everything he could, but in the Under the stimulation of the back acupoints, the front is still half-hard, Ziye is like an insatiable machine, supporting him, holding him, pressing him, and easily manipulating him into various desired shapes according to his own wishes .When he finally satisfied the desire accumulated during this period, Qingchen was already unconscious.Satisfied, he picked up the limp body, left the kitchen in a mess, and went upstairs lightly.