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Chapter 305 Weeds (1)

Zhao Wen calculated that it had been half a year since he came to the Provincial Party Committee from Huayang County, but he still knew almost nothing about Gannan City. Every time he went, he seemed to be with many people, people coming and going to pick him up and drop him off.

, something always happens. Even that time when Bao Fang and Bao Fang went to the Zhuwa Market to eat at the night market, they met Feng Shuya. After returning, he brought some food to He Hongyu. The purpose was very strong, and the Zhuwa Market later appeared.

In many cases, there are only two opportunities for a person to go out for a walk alone, including this time. It can be seen that I still have a good impression of Fengming Mountain, at least I feel that it can be quiet and peaceful.

The sunshine is very good, and the smell of summer is everywhere in the air. Zhao Wen seems to smell some naked and faint sexual smell from the warm wind, and this smell is unique to this season, just like when a man looks at

Gradually wrapping a small body around the woman, obviously no important parts can be seen, but there is always an intention in my heart.

Zhao Wenshi deliberately found a relatively secluded place, but it seems that the more no one goes to a place, the more people with certain purposes will favor him. After a while, several couples passed by, Zhao

Wen pretended not to see it, because he had no intention of giving up his seat to these people who wanted to find a place to talk and do secret things.

What is love? Isn't love just the meticulous possession of a man's and a woman's bodies wrapped in sweet words? Isn't the end result of two people hugging each other naked to complete the task of creating humans and reproducing offspring?

Another couple came over. Zhao Wen didn't even look at them at this moment. He closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep. He leaned against the pillar in the pavilion. His legs were stretched out. Then he heard these two people.

Walking from one side of the pavilion and passing through a few trees, Zhao Wennan took a look. In the shade of the trees, the man's hand was eagerly touching the woman's round buttocks, and the woman's white arms were

Holding her arms around the man's waist, she was already half hanging on the man. After just a few steps, the two of them were completely covered by the trees.

A long time ago, Zhao Wen used to specifically look for these men and women who were in love in the wild and also had field guns. He followed them, and after watching a free and passionate hand-to-hand fight, he ran out halfway and seemed to be very angry.

Unintentionally, I was very surprised when I came across the good deeds of this pair of crazy men and women. They said that they were forest ranger patrols, and these men and women with great movements would always accidentally break some branches or trample on flowers and plants, and so on.

Out of shyness and embarrassment, Zhao Wen would easily blackmail these people into their pockets and let them know that there is no free lunch in the world, and they have to pay for field battles. But now, even if they have heard that

There were rustling sounds of men and women panting and moaning, but Zhao Wen felt that it was really boring. He just thought that these two people were disturbing his self-cultivation, so he found a stone and threw it at them.

Is it possible to "scare a bunch of gulls and herons"?

But a few seconds after he came down, Zhao Wen gave up the idea of ​​giving himself a little bit of pleasure.

He stood up and stood on the stone slab of the pavilion, looking through the treetops blown by the breeze. At a mountain col not far away, there was a man painting there.

From the profile of this woman, there is no doubt that she is Feng Wanqing. Regarding the people and things that he cares about more, Zhao Wen feels that he still has a good eye for distinguishing. It is like taking off a woman's clothes in the dark. Men don't need to.

Even if you see it, you can accurately poke the hard thing of your own into the woman's vagina. This is like the yin and yang poles of a magnet. The attraction itself determines the final direction of the object, which is exclusive.

Feng Wanqing was not wearing a skirt today. After an accurate calculation, Zhao Wen saw Feng Wanqing for the third time. The last two times were on the ferry and at Gannan University. Feng Wanqing

They all wear long skirts and have long flowing hair.

Zhao Wen didn't think much. He jumped out of the pavilion, looked at the terrain, and walked along the woods towards the mountain col. However, he deliberately kept his steps very light. Fortunately, the season at this time caused the ground to be wet.

There are no dead branches or dead leaves, and the lush green grass offsets them.

Zhao Wen's body weight increased, so when he heard the rhythmic sound of "pa, pa, pa", the man and woman who were entangled in each other and were about to reach the other side of sexual happiness were still at a loss to know that an absent-minded harasser was about to

Walking casually through the area where they were having sex.

Zhao Wen first saw three feet standing on the ground under the roots of the tree. Of course, there was a pair of trousers with a belt piled on the ankles of one pair of feet, while the other foot was a little thin and white, and it was still there.

swaying, although far away from this addiction

The man and woman were still a few steps into the joy, but Zhao Wen still clearly heard the man gasping and saying, "Xiaoling, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you..." The man's answer was that the woman was raping her.

I endured the whining and ahhing sounds.

So Zhao Wen appeared next to the man and woman having sex, looking innocently under the woman's lifted skirt. One of her round legs was lifted high by the man, and he could clearly see a clump of hair.

The yellow hair was rubbing against the woman's round buttocks, which had been somewhat reddened by the impact, so that Zhao Wen could clearly see the shape, color and squeezed outline of the woman's body.

The woman's plump white breasts hanging upside down still swayed a few times inertia. The beautiful skirt that swayed with the breasts now became a foil. Zhao Wen identified that this object had not sucked the lips and tongue of the next generation, breasts*

Her head was still very pink, which was an advantage to the man behind her who looked like a stick. His clone that was still stuck in the woman's body was as delicate and unused as his own.

Zhao Wen looked at the men and women who were messing around with calm eyes, as if he was watching two trees entangled together. The sudden arrival of Zhao Wen, the uninvited guest, made the extremely excited men and women rush forward.

The movement stopped abruptly, and all four of their eyes looked at Zhao Wen, and at the same time they were stunned without making any sound.

Zhao Wen didn't stop. He walked past as if taking a leisurely stroll. He was not the secretary of the Secretary of the Party Committee of Gannan Province at the moment, nor the director of the first division of the general office. He was just a person walking among the mountains and rivers.

A passer-by, a tourist who unintentionally disturbs other people's good things.

Behind Zhao Wen, there was the sound of creaking branches swaying, and then there was the sound of men and women hurriedly adjusting their clothes. But all this had nothing to do with Zhao Wen. At this moment, he could clearly see that he was wearing a light blue pair.

Feng Wanqing is wearing three-quarter colored trousers and light green long sleeves. Her hair is tied neatly behind her head and she is painting seriously on the drawing board.

Zhao Wen knew nothing about painting, just as he knew nothing about the woman who was busy painting between the silence and the landscape not far away. He looked over from Feng Wanqing's slightly raised buttocks, the blue pants

Loosely wrapped around the owner's hair

Zhao Wen's well-bred ass and balls made Zhao Wen a little confused, why his focus was on Feng Wanqing's body instead of her bright face. Could it be that he wanted to see through Feng Wanqing's clothes to see through her exquisite body underneath?

?

The breeze ruffled Feng Wanqing's long hair, her temples brushed against her ears, and her whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of misty light under the sun. This made Zhao Wen a little confused, because Feng Wanqing herself was in a state of disbelief. Standing in a place with beautiful scenery, it has become a part of the scenery. It is magnificent and incomparable.

Hearing that the couple behind him finally left in a hurry, Zhao Wen thought for a moment and decided to take a shortcut to Feng Wanqing to take the opportunity to strike up a conversation or something, but there would be a call right now. Yes, and it belongs to Tang Yi. That is, it belongs to his villa.

Tang Yi rarely called Zhao Wen, so Zhao Wen walked a few steps behind a tree, looked at Feng Wanqing through the branches, and answered the phone: "Brother, someone just sent something."

Zhao Wenwen wanted to send something if he wanted to. He was curious, but he felt a little impatient. When he asked what was wrong, Tang Yi said: "The person is from the express company. He asked me to sign for it and then left. The address where the payment was made." It's very general, it's Jingchuan City, I opened it and saw a pear inside."

"It's really strange. Who would only send a pear to my brother? But the sender is Zhao Qiansun. Don't you think it's strange?"

After hearing this, Zhao Wen said he understood and asked Tang Yi if he had anything else to do. Tang Yi said no and hung up the phone.

"Jingchuan? A pear? Who gave me a pear? What does this mean?"

Zhao Wen was thinking when another call came. He didn't want to answer it, but he had to answer it because it was from Liu Qiang.

Liu Qiang has been protected by Zhao Pengju since the accident. He is calling now. Could it be that something happened to Zhao Pengju?

"Liu Qiang, are you recovering well?"

After hearing Zhao Wen's words, Liu Qiang said: "Secretary, I'm fine. I'm fine here."

"Secretary, someone called me just now and said that what happened in Fangjiahe was all a misunderstanding and that they were willing to sit down and talk to us. The other party can compensate us one million in advance. If there are any other demands, we can continue to negotiate. .”

"us?"

Zhao Wen listened and reached out to hold a small branch. He suddenly thought that he had been negligent in arranging for Liu Qiang to be taken away by the National Security Bureau.

Liu Qiang was placed in Fangjiahe by himself. No one would have noticed anything originally, but after something happened, he protected him for Liu Qiang's safety. This gave others a hint that as long as they followed Liu Qiang's relationship After further investigation, it is not difficult to find out that Liu Qiang’s hometown is Wenshui, and he worked in Huayang County before coming to the Provincial Party Committee, and even served as the secretary of the township head in Wenshui Township. Then Liu Qiang’s background becomes even more obvious. .

Therefore, it is not difficult for others to know that Liu Qiang is following his orders.

"Director Zhao just told me that this call was from the province."

As soon as Zhao Wen heard this, he said, "I'll know when you have a good rest."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Wen had determined that the person who sent him pears and made the compensation call to Liu Qiang was related to Chen Keshan.

It's just that now Chen Keshan is anxious and wants to have a good talk with himself. Isn't it a little late? What the hell were you doing earlier?

Zhao Wen suddenly felt angry. He broke the branch in his hand and threw it to the ground. He stared at the ignorant woman in the distance and wanted to rush over and push Feng Wanqing to the ground. Just like the couple just did, tear off her pants, and then take possession of her regardless of her!

"Am I in love with her? My heart has already died with that disfigured woman, and what is love?"

"Love is nothing more than the hair on a penis. Whether it exists or not, it depends on the Japanese!"

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