Nangong Ling drove to the bar, listening to the deafening music. Nangong Ling wanted to let go of his heart. Thinking of the feeling Jiang Xiyan made him, he couldn't help but want to escape. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would sink.
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Arriving at the private room that belonged to him, the "Mommy" from the past few days worked harder this time to introduce the girls under her to Nangong Ling: "President, the first-line actress that I arranged for you a few days ago is still here.
In our company, would you like her to accompany you tonight? Her massage skills are very good."
Nangong Ling nodded and stopped responding to "Mommy." He sat in front of the computer and browsed some recent information about cooking competitions. Nangong Ling couldn't help but sneered. A fair competition is always the desire of the mediocre, but this competition is for them.
The laughing stock of the winner, in such a business circle, is always a contest between power and money.
Major editors are speculating on the winner of this game, and some websites even conducted a survey on this game. It seems that the outside world is still paying close attention to this game. Nangong Ling snorted, this game
He is the winner, and the only winner.
"Mommy" knocked on the door outside the private room. Nangong Ling turned off the computer and changed the login password. Then he got up and returned to the living room outside. He sat on the sofa and made an emotionless sound from his mouth.
Two words: "Come in."
"Mommy" smiled and pushed the door in. She saw Nangong Ling sitting on the sofa and flipping through the newspaper. The smile on her face became thicker. This kind of Nangong Ling just hinted that she would spend the night tonight.
He got over his slightly fat body and let the woman behind him out.
Through the dim light, a graceful figure appeared at the door of the private room. She was tall, with deep eyes and a high nose, pink face and red lips. She wore a pink suspender strapless T-shirt on her upper body, which set off her round and smooth shoulders, with her bare legs.
A pair of slender, fair and tender arms like lotus roots hang naturally beside a waist as thin as a water snake.
The slender beautiful legs are dazzling with white light, and the miniskirt on the lower body highlights the length and beauty of the legs. On the feet are a pair of transparent sandals with simple colorful shoelaces. The feet are red and painted with bright nail polish. When the woman saw Nangong Ling,
From the first glance, a faint smile appeared on his face, but under the dim light, no one noticed it.
"Mommy" left the private room knowingly and closed the door behind her. The woman just stood by the door and had no intention of going inside.
Nangong Ling dropped the newspaper in his hand and turned to look at the person who came. When the familiar look appeared in his eyes, he was startled for a moment, then stood up and walked to the woman, his cold face quickly changed.
Burying that tenderness, the woman's appearance is somewhat similar to Jiang Xiyan's, but this woman reveals more maturity and sexiness.
The woman stepped back, and Nangong Ling pressed closely against her. When the woman's body pressed against the door, Nangong Ling's footsteps stopped just a few centimeters away from her. Such a close distance made the two people's heartbeats echo each other.
With his voice beating, Nangong Ling said quietly without seeing any expression on his face: "Why did you come to the mainland? Haven't you already decided to go back to Europe?"
The woman lowered her head and did not directly answer Nangong Ling's question. After thinking deeply for a few seconds, she raised her head again and looked at Nangong Ling with her crystal clear eyes. At this time, she only had his eyes in her eyes.
Existence, a gentle and melodious voice like an oriole emerging from the valley, swayed into Nangong Ling's ears: "I have been in Europe for a year, I am tired, tired... the most important thing is... I know the news about you."
Nangong Ling looked at himself reflected in the woman's eyes. For a moment, his heart did stop beating, but only for a beat. After hearing the woman's explanation, he lost his initial impulse and faced
The woman smiled softly, turned around, walked back to the living room, and sat on the sofa: "Really? It seems that someone will really care about me, a desperado. Thank you for your work."
There was no joy on the woman's face. This was not what she wanted to hear, but thinking of everything in the past, she couldn't help but lower her posture again, walked towards Nangong Ling with long legs, and stood there.
Next to Nangong Ling, he looked down at this man: "Do we need to be so strangers? You wouldn't have spoken to me like this before."
Nangong Ling picked up a glass of red wine on the table, took a sip, held the wine glass in his hand, and looked up at the woman in front of him through the wine glass: "Once? I'm sorry, I have lost my memory. Today I thought, 'Mommy
'I didn't send you here to talk about love, right? Then it's time to do your business. I will never treat the women I've slept with, Nangong Ling, badly. This young lady can rest assured."
Ignoring the woman's eyes, Nangong Ling stood up, took off his shirt in front of her, exposing his strong skin, and then walked into the bedroom.
The woman bit her lip, picked up the red wine that Nangong Ling had just put down, drank it in one gulp, and then followed Nangong Ling to the bedroom.
Nangong Ling was already lying on the bed, and took off his pants after entering the bedroom, leaving only a pair of underwear to hide his shame. The man on the bed was waiting to enjoy the next most enjoyable feeling.
The woman took off her high-heeled shoes and threw them on the ground. With two sounds, she walked to Simmons' big bed with her ankles bare, glanced at the man's back, climbed on top of him, and touched him with her slender fingers.
He was stroking his back with just the right amount of force, slowly massaging from his shoulders to his waist.
Nangong Ling, who was lying on the bed, didn't enjoy this feeling too much. The woman's skills were indeed top-notch, but it didn't bring him pleasure. If it were another woman, he might close his eyes and enjoy it slowly.
But the woman on his body is not someone else, and he seems to be suffering now.
The woman's hands stroked back and forth, but her eyes never left Nangong Ling's upper body. Her hands returned to her shoulders. After stopping for a moment, the woman leaned forward and leaned on Nangong Ling's back. The softness of her chest and Nangong Ling's strong skin
Touching each other, her heartbeat couldn't help but speed up and her breathing became slightly disordered.
Nangong Ling suddenly stood up, turned the woman over on the other side of the bed, grabbed the pants on the chair and lifted them up. After a series of actions, he shouted in anger, turned around and walked out of the door without any hesitation.
The woman behind her lay down and looked at Nangong Ling who was about to leave, and shouted loudly: "Why? You weren't like this before?"
Nangong Ling stopped, but did not turn around. The past seemed to have been deleted from his memory. He stepped forward again, not wanting to be hugged from behind by the woman behind him, and pressed his head against his strong back.
Feeling her rapid breathing, for a moment, he even felt a little annoyed.
The woman leaned on Nangong Ling's back and murmured softly: "Let's start over. I can't forget it, and I believe you can't forget me either. Otherwise, how come the women around you are somewhat similar to me?"
Nangong Ling pried the woman's thin fingers away from his waist, without looking back, picked up the T-shirt and jacket on the sofa, and walked out of the private room.