The blue waves are surging in the pool, and the white waves are flying everywhere. The boy and the girl are facing each other honestly in the warm water. The feeling can only be understood, but cannot be described in words.
"Sit still and let me give you a bath." Xiao Muqing said softly, placing her soft and boneless jade hands on her lover's neck and rubbing it back and forth. After rubbing her neck, she turned down to her strong and flat chest.
Lower abdomen...
An intoxicated expression appeared on Ximenlang's handsome face, and he felt as if he was a god. All he could see was white, three-dimensional and full of beauty, which made the blood in his body rush as fast as a high-speed train. He said in a dreamy voice:
"Down, down again..."
A blush appeared on Xiao Muqing's face, as beautiful as a peach blossom. Her boyfriend's words seemed to be magical and irresistible. She obeyed silently.
After a while, there was a splashing sound in the pool, and huge waves rose up, splashing everywhere.
In the living room, Wen Ziling, Gan Ninglian, and Qiao Ling'er all snickered when they heard the voice without exception, and some images that were not suitable for children emerged in their minds.
More than half an hour later, the radiant Xiao Muqing came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, her long wet hair tied on top of her head, her pretty face white and rosy, and she said a little shyly: "Miss Wen, Xiaolang asked you to
Go in and give him a bath."
Wen Ziling's face turned red and she whispered, "Yeah!" But she sat on the sofa and didn't move.
This girl has a gentle personality and gets along well with Gan Ninglian and Qiao Ling'er after they met. The two girls have already regarded her as a close friend.
Qiao Ling'er giggled and said, "Sister Wen, hurry up and go over there, otherwise, Brother Xiaolang may drag you in naked."
Gan Ninglian burst into laughter and agreed: "Yes, Xiaolang can do anything. Miss Wen, don't be shy and come in quickly."
Wen Ziling's charming face was as red as if she was about to bleed. She remained silent and still sat motionless. The two girls giggled and pulled her up. They pulled her to the bathroom door, opened the door and pushed her in.
"Oh, don't..." Wen Ziling was about to walk out, but Ximen Lang, who had been waiting at the door, hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear: "Zi Ling, I miss you so much..."
For a moment, Wen Ziling's body was trembling, almost paralyzed, and she could no longer move.
More than half an hour passed. Xiao Muqing had already gone upstairs to practice Hunyuan Gong. Her boyfriend was like a huge energy source. Every time she had sex with him, she would gain a lot of energy. It had a great effect on improving her internal strength. She couldn't.
It is a waste and must be fully absorbed as soon as possible. If you think about it carefully, a prospective husband like Xiaolang is really hard to find even with a lantern. Sleeping with him is better than taking tonics. Compared with it, Shenma Cordyceps, Ginseng and Deer Antler are nothing.
However, Gan Ninglian and Qiao Ling'er felt that the half hour passed extremely slowly, almost like half a day. They were hoping that Wen Ziling would come out early because they were very eager to take a bath.
Finally, Wen Ziling appeared amidst the silent calls of the two girls. She walked out wearing a bath towel. Like Xiao Muqing, her face exuded a faint luster, as if she had taken a panacea. She whispered: "Miss Gan,
Sister Ling'er, Xiaolang lets you
Go in and give him a bath." Her voice became smaller and smaller until it was almost inaudible. She turned around and walked away quickly. She went directly to the stairs and went up to the second floor. She found a bedroom and went in to practice internal skills.
You can practice Qigong while living as a married couple, so there is no need to waste time together.
As for Gan Ninglian and Qiao Ling'er, they seemed to have received the emperor's imperial edict. They walked hurriedly and held hands with smiles on their faces as they entered the bathroom. After a while, there were several more orioles singing, which made people enchanted.
After relaxing for a while, Ximen Lang hugged the two girls upstairs. In line with the principle of fair and open sharing, Ximen Lang did not enter the bedroom of any girl, but went into a room alone and sat down.
He practiced the Hunyuan Gong for more than an hour on the bed and then fell asleep. After spending one night with four women, he was satisfied.
At eight o'clock the next morning, Ximen Lang arrived at Julang Co., Ltd., the headquarters of the Julang Gang in Yundu District. Not long after he arrived at the office, he received a call from the security office at the door, saying that there was a company
The boss led a group of followers to ask for a meeting, and the other party claimed that he was here to discuss business.
Since you have opened a company, you have to do business, and because of its special nature, Julang Company dares to do any business, as long as it can make money. Ximen Lang didn't think much and directly ordered: "Let them come over."
Five minutes later, Fang Xinyi, the girl in charge of reception, knocked on the door gently and brought a group of about ten people to the general manager's office. This girl was recently arranged to come here. She graduated from a formal foreign affairs school. She has a good figure, beautiful appearance, soft voice, and is communicative.
Conversation will make the other person feel like a spring breeze.
Fang Xinyi said calmly and generously: "Boss, the guests have been brought here for you." This was the second time she saw the unimaginably young general manager in front of her. She felt that the general manager was very charming and made people feel happy after meeting her.
A sense of intimacy.
Ximenlang nodded and said, "You go out first."
"Yes." Fang Xinyi agreed, turned around, opened the door and walked out.
Ximen Lang looked at the people in front of him carefully and saw that the leader was a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a black suit with vertical stripes and a sky blue tie. He was not tall and had a big belly.
He was dignified and looked like a successful man. Behind him stood seven people of different heights, all dressed in casual clothes and looking smart and capable.
A trace of doubt flashed in Ximen Lang's eyes. He suddenly felt that something was wrong with the people opposite him and asked, "What do you do?"
The middle-aged man said: "I am the general manager of Yunnan Airlines, my surname is Zhao."
Ximen Lang asked in confusion: "It turns out to be Mr. Zhao from Yunnan Airlines. What kind of business do you want to discuss with me?"
Mr. Zhao said in a deep voice: "Boss Ximen, you are such a noble person and forget things. May I ask you, how did you return to Pegatron from Kunming?"
"You came back by plane, what happened?" Ximen Lang was confused.
Mr. Zhao said angrily: "What else? You are really good at pretending to be confused. That cargo plane belongs to our company and you robbed it."
"Ah..." Ximen Lang smiled, suddenly realized, and said with a smile: "So that's what happened. Mr. Zhao, please don't misunderstand me. I didn't rob, I just borrowed. The situation was urgent and I didn't have time to explain to you.
Now I formally apologize to you and please forgive me."
Mr. Zhao snorted coldly and said: "You said it was easy, but who would believe it? It was obviously you who robbed our plane. This behavior is so bad. Apologizing will not solve the problem. You have to pay the price for it."