Chapter 00029 Did your mother report the broken shoes??
Sir Wei and I went to the bathing center, took a shower, and then asked for a presidential cover. In fact, it doesn't matter where I sleep, so it's not that particular, but Sir Wei said that his "daddy" has booked it all year round.
If you don't stay in the presidential suite, you won't get it for nothing.
In this case, I was so extravagant that I directly ordered a foot massage and a Thai massage. I took off my clothes and exposed the hideous scars, which shocked the two beauties doing the massage.
After being stunned for a moment, the girl who was doing the massage stretched out her white and tender little hands, gently rubbed the essential oil on my body, and started banging me. Don’t get me wrong, it was really just beating, and nothing was done...
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There were people doing soles under my feet. It was so damn comfortable. I closed my eyes comfortably, and suddenly tiredness came over me. I lay down on the luxurious European-style bed and fell asleep.
But Sir Wei's house is where the real "slapping" begins. The rhythm is clear and the sex is very powerful. Women are having sex constantly, but it doesn't wake me up. This little sound is nothing.
I once stayed one night in the private room of Donghai Dragon Palace.
That night, it was the sound of hundreds of women wailing...the sounds of bed calls in more than ten dialects...
I remember that the most awesome one was a girl from somewhere. She said that the bed was very special, like this: "Uh... oh... uh... oh... I'm a good girl."
..Take it easy...Uh-huh...!”
Calling her bed in this dialect doubled her net worth... Many people came here because of her reputation, including Chenchen.
While we were sleeping, Wang Mumu had already started "working". The job of accompanying people to sleep was something Wang Mumu kept talking about. He boasted to us countless times, saying that he saved the East China Sea Dragon Palace and so on.
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The following events were all narrated by Wang Mumu with family affection, which are true and reliable...the recorder and the narrator are Meng Fei...
Shangri-La, luxury private rooms.
On the big bed, a man looked at the ceiling with melancholy eyes, his mouth was unshaven, and he smelled of decadence... His index and middle fingers, yellowed by smoke, held a cigarette that had burned to the cotton.
The long ash has never fallen off... The whole person is full of melancholy.
"Brother...it's been three hours...can you react? You're all swollen here!!" Zhang Lu yawned...his eyes were red due to sleepiness...he held Mumu's breasts with his little hands,
Mechanically stroking... From time to time, I would change my arm and stretch my sore white wrist.
On the expensive wool carpet, there was a mess, underwear, outerwear, bras... and two "standing" socks...
"Oh... I'm not in the mood!" Wang Mumu was already into the drama, and he gently put the cigarette in the ashtray and extinguished it, his voice a little hoarse.
"What's wrong, husband??" Zhang Lu looked at Wang Mumu who seemed very unhappy. She took advantage of the situation and put her head on Mumu's chest, her naked body white and tender. She also asked a little sadly.
In fact, Zhang Lu, a woman, although not particularly stunning, has a well-maintained figure with regular bumps, and she has a special temperament. Sometimes she is very feminine, sometimes she is very cool, and as the saying goes, she is white.
It covers all the ugliness, not to mention she is not ugly at all, her skin is as white as snow, very smooth...and elastic!
"...Oh, let's not talk anymore...!" Wang Mumu hesitated before speaking.
"What's going on... tell me!" Zhang Lu asked coquettishly.
"I'm a tabloid reporter, did you know?" Wang Mumu made a cameo appearance as a paparazzi.
"I heard that bastard Sir Wei said, aren't you a "bastard"?" Zhang Lu asked curiously.
"...Uh...he knows a thing, but I'm actually pretending to be a gangster... Mainly because I want to collect some material...I'm going to write a book...I've already thought of the name "Those Who Hungry Around in Those Years"
brother"..."
"Then how dangerous is your line of work??" Zhang Lu asked, believing it to be true.
"I don't care about the danger. I am a paparazzi with ideals, but the power of a person is very small after all. I am unable to expose many inside stories... This makes me very distressed... Just a few days ago!!
A few days... I won’t talk anymore...!" Tears welled up in Wang Mumu’s eyes, and he hesitated to speak again.
"What on earth is going on!!" The woman started gossiping, she was quite tenacious.
"Oh... I told you, I was sweeping the streets a few days ago..."
“What is street sweeping??”
“Just capture some news on the street!!”
"What you said is so professional! Husband!!"
"Uh...it must be done. Listen to me...that night I drank some wine and was walking on the road. Suddenly a Porsche 911 sprang out with a girl tied to the back of the car. The girl shouted loudly
Help..." Wang Mumu told Zhang Lu with tears in his eyes what happened that night...
"These bastards!! Are they like this? They are also called the second generation of rich people. They are really embarrassing to my sister! They should all be dragged out and executed! It's so hateful! No, I have to call my mother and let her
She reported this! Get them all arrested!!" Zhang Lu was furious after hearing this.
"Who is your mother??" Wang Mumu pretended to be curious and asked blankly.
"My mother is the deputy editor-in-chief of the news department of CCTV!!" Zhang Lu blurted out.
"...Wait a minute, Lulu...I want to report this myself...I don't want to trouble your mother...!" Wang Mumu has already called Brother Xu, who told him that he must contact the local media.
If *** really gets on CCTV, things will get really big.
"What should I do?" Zhang Lu asked, holding the phone.
"...I have already found the eyewitnesses! Can you...can you help introduce some reporters from the radio stations in Heilongjiang Province?" Wang Mumu kept mumbling for a long time, just for this sentence.
"Heilongjiang TV station...let me think about it...that's right! My Aunt Li seems to be the director of your TV station. Reporting a piece of news should be a trivial matter. She happens to be in Beijing. I'll go see her tomorrow!" Zhang Lu
Suddenly he remembered it, patted his forehead and said.
"Is it true?? Baby??" Wang Mumu's heart was filled with joy.
"I'll leave the problem to you, sister...!" Zhang Lu said, patting her chest with her little hands.
"...Come and kiss...continue what you left unfinished...!" Wang Mumu almost choked to death. After the matter was settled, his dick suddenly became hard, and he turned over and pressed Zhang Lu underneath.
"...Are you okay? Husband!" Zhang Lu blinked her big eyes and asked in disbelief.
"...Baby, let me ask you something...did your mother report about the broken shoes?" Wang Mumu asked worriedly.
"...Your CCTV is reporting this shit! Are you a reporter??"
“If you don’t report it, nothing will happen!! Hurry up!!”
"Wait...Honey...you didn't bring Okamoto with you!!"
"Fuck, it's Okamoto who cums inside me!!"
Wang Mumu pouted and kissed Zhang Lu on the lips. After a while... the spring scenery in the house was sultry.