Le Pingfan groaned in comfort, subconsciously relaxed his foot on the accelerator, and controlled the car at a speed of about 120 miles. At the same time, he only held the steering wheel with his left hand, and put his free right hand directly on it.
He stroked Yang Beibei's plump buttocks back and forth...
Yang Beibei has always been very good at this aspect of technology. Le Pingfan was enjoying the bursts of sex coming from his lower body while driving, and his brain seemed to become much lighter... The originally boring driving process suddenly became easier.
It’s full of beautiful feelings that people don’t want to end...
Le Pingfan didn't even feel the passage of time. After Yang Beibei became the ghost queen of the first level of hell, it was obvious that her physical strength was much stronger than when she was still alive! At least in Le Pingfan's impression, Yang Beibei was basically stronger when she was still alive.
It is impossible to maintain such high-frequency neck movements and vigorous suction for such a long time...
But Yang Beibei, who became the queen of summoning ghosts, did it... After about half an hour, Le Pingfan's hand that had been caressing Yang Beibei's buttocks suddenly pressed the back of Yang Beibei's head, and his waist moved towards
She pressed Yang Beibei's gentle lips in the direction, and Yang Beibei cooperated with her efforts to open her mouth wide, until streams of rich heat spurted into her throat with great impact... [
He frowned slightly... It seemed that he had been holding it in for a long time, and the impact was beyond Yang Beibei's expectation. After a few seconds, Yang Beibei finally waited for Le Pingfan to finish venting, tenderly
He carefully licked everything clean, then put the gun away again and pulled back the zipper of his pants. (⊙﹏⊙⊙﹏⊙) He licked his lips... Suddenly he blushed and said, "Why?
I feel a little hot, as if I have gained some strength?"
Le Pingfan glanced at Yang Beibei in astonishment, and said with some uncertainty: "No way... Could that thing still have the effect of increasing your strength... This is too bloody..."
"If this is really the case..." Yang Beibei suddenly smiled charmingly and came close to Le Fanfan's cheek, exhaling like a blue breath and said into Le Fanfan's ear: "If this is really the case, you have to pay every day
I can’t lose my share of public food…”
Le Pingfan took a deep breath... Such public food... I really have to pay it forward after working hard to death...
It was already around ten o'clock in the middle of the night when the Volvo drove back to the organization's headquarters. However, the defense force within the entire organization still maintained a high-intensity level, even higher than during the day. However, the car driven by Le Pingfan
Volvo is a car used by high-level executives in the organization. It has been completely renovated internally. Only a limited number of high-level executives in the organization can use their fingerprints to drive it, so it has not been subject to any interrogation or obstruction.
First, we drove to Feiwen's villa. Since Le Pingfan was about to take over, Feiwen, who had always been in a supporting position, also had his own special villa within the organization's headquarters.
Regarding Le Ping Ping's sudden return, Fei Wen did not show any surprise. He simply and focused on some of the things that had happened in the organization in the past three months that needed to be reported to Le Ping Ping. Then Fei Wen spoke again.
I threw myself into a variety of tedious tasks that seemed to have no end.
And these trivial things are what Le Pingfan hates the most and is least willing to deal with... Fei Wen is obviously busy until late at night every day, dealing with various emergencies of all sizes in the entire Qise organization... If it really
Let Le Pingfan do such a thing, Le Pingfan felt that he would definitely rather die than surrender...
After coming out of Feiwen's villa, he went directly to his own villa. Duan Mengqi has been living here during this period, assisting Feiwen in handling matters as the future leader's wife...
"I'm back..." Le Pingfan walked into the study room of the villa, looked at the slightly thin figure behind the desk, and his heart began to beat suddenly.
Duan Mengqi reached out and stroked the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, glanced at Le Pingfan calmly, and said calmly: "Just come back."