Ding Feng sneered and said: "Nonsense, he is so sophisticated, everyone knows that he has good things in his house, but the problem is how to get in? Could it be that we catch him and force him to open it by himself?"
Lu Xiaozhan immediately denied it: "No, Song Zhengying is always followed by bodyguards. Once he takes action, he will alert the snake... You go back first and let me think about it."
He is just a small investment minister of the Doomsday Society. Is it necessary for his home to be so heavily guarded? From this point of view, it is basically certain that there must be something extremely important hidden in Song Zhengying's home. It may be that integrity
The real investment plan may also be something else that he and Jin Xianyi colluded to plan, but how can one successfully enter his house and find useful things without alerting the other party?
Lu Xiaozhan flipped through the pile of Song Zhengying's personal information in his hand and muttered with a sad face: "I can't steal it, I can't catch it, I have a headache..."
"What's causing such a headache? Which girl have you fallen in love with again?" Wang Yan's voice with an obvious smile suddenly sounded in front of him.
Lu Xiaozhan raised his head and was about to speak, but suddenly his eyes went straight. Wang Yan, who had been naked just now, had now put on a close-fitting silk nightgown and stood in front of him with a smile on his face, holding a water glass in his hand.
The afterglow of the cloud and rain still lingered on her face, with a faint blush on her tender white skin, and her autumn eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Moreover, she was originally naked, but now she was wearing an almost transparent short skirt, which made her tall and plump body even more attractive. Her long and slightly curly black hair was scattered randomly on her jade-carved shoulders.
On the top, the deep ravine on his chest was reflected, almost sinking Lu Xiaozhan's eyes into it. The hem of the nightgown could cover the round and plump buttocks, revealing a pair of straight and tight slender legs, which was even more provocative.
Lu Xiaozhan felt a false fire rising in his heart.
Wang Yan looked at Lu Xiaozhan's demented look, couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled, stretched out a spring-onion-like finger and lightly tapped his forehead, and said angrily: "Little rascal, what are you looking at?"
"Huh..." Lu Xiaozhan came back to his senses, let out a long breath, and sighed, "I really regret that I didn't study hard back then."
Wang Yan was startled: "Why do you think of studying now?"
Lu Xiaozhan looked regretful and said: "Isn't that right? Now I'm struggling to think of any words to use to praise you for being beautiful."
Wang Yan couldn't help but chuckled for a while, and his chest was trembling even more as the flower branches trembled. Seeing that Lu Xiaozhan's eyes seemed to be turning green again, he reluctantly stopped laughing, rolled his eyes at him and said, "You're such a jerk.
Your fart shots are so authentic, I haven’t seen you for so many days, why is this mouth getting more and more beautiful?”
Lu Xiaozhan chuckled, stretched out his hand and gently held her waist: "No, no, I'm telling you the truth from my heart."
Wang Yan stuffed the water cup into his hand, sat down in his arms, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay... What did you just say that gave you a headache? Tell your sister, I will help you come up with an idea.
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Lu Xiaozhan flipped through the information in his hand a few times and sighed: "There is a bastard here, I think..." He suddenly stopped mid-sentence, and his eyes stayed on a certain page in the information, where the end
On the line of ", there are a few words of medium and small size - hobbies: gambling, beautiful women.
Wang Yan stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes strangely: "What's wrong with you?"
Lu Xiaozhan suddenly raised his head and looked into her eyes, with a wicked smile on his lips: "Xiao Yanyan, I want to lend it to you."
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Song Zhengying has always been busy, and today is no exception. It was not until after eight o'clock in the evening that she finished what she was doing, packed up and left the office, followed closely by four burly bodyguards.
The recent plan was so busy that it almost cost her life. Now that it has finally come to an end, it’s time to find a place to relax. Song Zhengying’s mind is now full of those familiar escorts.
Girls, thinking of their hot bodies and coquettish bed style, even while walking, his masculine characteristics were still faintly highlighted.
When she walked out of the company gate, a bodyguard had already driven the car over. Song Zhengying got into the car and loosened the tie around her neck. Just when she was thinking about whether to go to dinner or find a woman first, she suddenly heard a cry for help.
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"Help! Ah... don't come here!" The voice was frightened and coquettish. Based on Song Zhengying's many years of experience in flowers, it was almost certain that the owner of the voice was a beautiful woman.
Song Zhengying had just rolled down half of the car window when a slim figure came into view, which almost made him stop breathing.
Not far from the front of his car, a tall woman was running over in a hurry. Her short red skirt tightly wrapped her plump and perky buttocks, and she wore a pair of boots that were just above the knees, revealing her naked body.
A section of snow-white and round thighs was exposed, and the upper body was wearing a high-necked white cashmere sweater. Although it was a little loose, it vaguely outlined a charming curve.
Before Song Zhengying had time to look at her face, just looking at her figure made him feel hot. When he saw the woman's face clearly, his heart suddenly felt as if he had been hit hard by a sledgehammer.
For a moment, the flawless face, the plump red cherry mouth, the delicate nose, and especially the soul-stirring peach blossom eyes were flashing with a look of panic and helplessness, which immediately evoked Song's imagination.
The deepest desire in Zhengying’s heart.
Not long after the woman appeared, three motorcycles suddenly appeared behind her. The three riders on the motorcycles chased after her with obscene expressions on their faces and strange smiles.
Song Zhengying didn't have any chivalrous heart. She just had the same idea as the three motorcycle riders, which was to conquer this devilishly beautiful woman and make her cry sweetly under him. Without thinking any more, Song Zhengying
He opened the car door and walked out. He stood in front of the woman, turned around, smiled slightly, and said softly: "Miss, you are safe."
The woman seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw. She grabbed Song Zhengying's lapel and hid behind him, but she still said with concern: "Sir, be careful, they are not good people."
What a good woman! It would be unreasonable not to conquer her! Song Zhengying secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but put on a righteous and awe-inspiring look on her face, and looked coldly at the three motorcycle riders coming towards her.
He said coldly: "If you want to die, just come here."
Seeing someone standing up to be a hero, the three motorcycles stopped immediately, and one of the riders said angrily: "Who the hell are you? Do you want you to mind this business?"
"Are you from the Bosozoku tribe? For the sake of the will-o'-the-wisp, I won't argue with you." Song Zhengying glanced at the same ornament hanging on the necks of the three riders and said calmly, "My name is Song Zhengying."
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ps: By the way, a fun thing, there is a fool in our community. It is said that today he spent all his savings of tens of thousands yuan to buy fireworks and set them off for more than half an hour. He said it was to celebrate the safe passage of yesterday.
It's the end of the world, and it scared my baby so much... that he despised it.