Wang Yan thought victory was in her grasp, and after reaching the finish line, she jumped out of the car and waved to the hearts everywhere.

The onlookers were stunned when they saw the woman's body that made her blood rush and rushing.

When he came, Wang Yan was still wearing a leather coat. At this time, she had already taken off the leather coat. She only had a tight white short sleeve. Her huge protruding seemed to be about to crack the clothes. Her soft waist did not fall at all, and her lower body turned into a pair of hip-covered shorts.

Whistles rang everywhere.

Wang Yan is preparing to find a place to wait for Nalan Qingqing.

As soon as the other party arrived, they could ridicule a few words. More importantly, the bidding on Friday was missing a strong opponent.

"Wang Yan!" A voice sounded behind her.

While enjoying the joy of everyone, she turned around and saw her mortal enemy, Nalan, drinking champagne with a hateful guy.

The combination of the beauty and passerby A snatched everyone's gaze, so she was neglected.

What's even more terrifying is that she found that the other party's car had been out of power for a long time. She turned around and saw Uncle Fu lying in the cab sadly, and she didn't dare to raise her head.

Even though he lost, he wanted to insult the other party with a victorious attitude. Nalan Qingqing's calmness undoubtedly slapped her.

"You lost! Nalan Qingqing said with a smile, "Your current Ferrari belongs to me, and you can withdraw from the bidding on Friday."

For Wang Yan, a Ferrari is a trivial matter, but if the bidding on Friday fails, it means that her right to speak in the company is questioned.

Although she is the leader of the two families, she may not be convinced by so many people under her command. Open and secret battles are indispensable. Everyone is waiting for you to fall and take the opportunity to step on it.

So she kept reminding herself not to fall down. Only by becoming stronger and stepping on others can she be qualified to step on others if she becomes stronger than everyone else.

Wang Yan walked out without saying a word with a slight face...

Uncle Fu walked out of the cab and silently followed his lady backwards, waiting for the upcoming anger.

"I've given you the car." Nalan Qingqing said with a smile and hooked her hands at Zhang Chong.

"Okay." Zhang Chong would not refuse.

When Zhang Chong walked in front of him, Nalan Qingqing grabbed Zhang Chong's clothes and then looked at him silently for two or three seconds, saying in a tone that only two people could hear: "Thank you, my dear."

She slowly closed her eyes.

The long eyelashes were like a flying butterfly, and the fishy red flower lips were like a layer of honey, and Zhang Chong slowly kissed them.

The fragrance between the lips was like sweet sweat, and the rapid breathing in her mouth made Zhang Chong's heart beat faster, especially when he saw the woman's behavior in the office. Conquering such a beautiful president made Zhang Chong feel a sense of self-sense.

The two of them hugged each other tightly, and whistles rang out around them.

Some couples also kissed each other in a decent manner.

Maybe it was the atmosphere that made people forget where this was.

Zhang Chong felt the moaning sounds of the woman beside him from time to time, and felt the desire coming from deep inside her body, and her body was shaking.

The sensitive legs were tightly closed, and she was enduring it.

Pregnant women are more sensitive than usual people and cannot withstand teasing.

This was the second time, and Zhang Chong touched his sensitive nerves.

She felt a wet feeling in her lower body, which made him a little shy and a little different pleasure, which made him feel like he was a thief.

The woman's soft and boneless body and lazy screams made Zhang Chong unable to extricate herself, and Zhang Chong held onto the woman's lower body with a passionate desire.

Kanshu.com:Aesthetics The tighter the two hold each other, the deeper the kiss, the more painful it will be.

And her body became more and more sensitive, and she felt that her body could no longer be controlled.

A feeling of fallenness slowly came to my mind.

She was afraid.

I was afraid that what happened to her beloved man here with her beloved man? Kissing was the bottom line that she could accept at this time.

Then the man's lower body was pressing against her lower body vaguely. The joy and pain that made people feel from their bones were mixed together, making her unable to help but yell, tore open her clothes and accept the man's entry.

But reason blocked her.

She is Nalan Qingqing. Others can let go, but she can't.

While Zhang Chong was still feeling unsatisfied, Nalan Qingqing pushed him away.

She knew what this Huaidan was thinking. His magic hand was already touching her buttocks and breasts. She gasped, with a hint of blush on her face. The coquettish woman gave the man a look and said, "Go home to settle the score with you."

Zhang Chong took two steps back and admired the woman's embarrassment.

At this time, Zhang Chong unbuttoned her collar three times and saw her round chest, with a hint of shy blush on her face, and her hands were behind her back, looking very nervous.

I think it was the first time I kissed in front of hundreds of people?

Although Nalan Qingqing is a little witch, this is the first time he has done such an exaggerated thing.

After all, she is a girl, not like Zhang Chong, who is so thick-skinned that she can't even penetrate bullets.

After the incident here ended, Zhang Chong drove Ferrari and Nalan Qingqing, who originally belonged to Wang Yan, to Nalan's house.

Zhang Chong of the Nalan family has never been to, but he has been to the old man's sanatorium more than once. The old man is the person in charge of the Nalan family, so it is much more powerful to ask him for marriage than to find other people. If you want to marry Nalan Qingqing, you have to go through the approval of Mr. Nalan.

Nalan Qingqing and her grandfather had a deep relationship. On the way she came, she even said, "If grandfather did not agree with their marriage, she would rather raise the child alone."

It is not difficult to get the old man to agree, but he has to pay a price. After all, his granddaughter even has the seeds of his own Zhang family, so his Nalan family has to take face.

The old fox of Nalan is no better than the old man of the Su family.

Mr. Su is using open conspiracy. People who work in politics have always been in the system and have all the means to the top, while Mr. Nalan is engaged in business and uses all the means to the extreme, just wanting to get the greatest benefit. There is a huge difference between the two in essence.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when Zhang Chong and Nalan Qingqing came to the sanatorium.

An old man with a hunchbacked figure was practicing Tai Chi in the yard. When he saw the two of them, he took the leather jacket from Nalan Qingqing's hand first and said with a smile: "Miss, is the master waiting for you to come back and have dinner?"

Then he said to Zhang Chong: "My friend, after the meal is over, we will play another plate."

What, fighting is like a midnight snack.

Zhang Chong was a little amused and cried. This time he came to ask Mr. Nalan. If the old man was injured, his future old man would be so angry that his beard would be raised.

"Hehe, the old man is joking." Zhang Chongxiao followed Nalan Qingqing with fun.

Zhang Chong stepped into Mr. Nalan's house, and the old man stood up from the rattan chair, stopped Zhang Chong, spread his hands, and didn't say anything, but didn't let Zhang Chong go into the house, just like some people marrying their daughter and finding a child to stop the sedan door.

A white-haired old man reached out to you for something, can you not give it to me?

If you don’t give it, you won’t give face.

For the elderly who have lived for half their lives, reaching out to you is to give you face and treat you as your own person.

Zhang Chong is now in a state of being neither up nor down.

He regretted why he didn't bring some ginseng before leaving his hometown, so that when he saw his old Taishan, he could give one to each of them.

But now, he had to look at Mr. Nalan with a bitter face and pretend to be stupid.

"Grandpa Nalan, where are you just making trouble?" Zhang Chong couldn't figure out the situation.

Mr. Nalan rolled up his index finger and middle finger on Zhang Chong's head and hit him hard. The little guy's ignorance made him so angry that his beard jumped: "The little guy came to visit my grandfather's house and he was empty-handed."

Now Zhang Chong's face looked a little ugly. He was planning to come to eat, how could he be willing to give gifts?

Seeing Zhang Chong's depressed expression, Mr. Nalan was a little unhappy: "Boy, you gave Mr. Su a thousand-year-old ginseng. You don't bring anything when you come to my house. Are you embarrassed? Is the lintel of his Su family a little taller than my Nalan family?"

Zhang Chong has now seen that the so-called wealthy families also have a trend of comparison, and said with a wry smile: "Grandpa! I only have one ginseng for the time being, will I give it to you in the future?"

"Hmph, who wants your ginseng? The gift you give me must be better than Mr. Su's. I can't lose anything to him."

Mr. Nalan took a sip of tea and grinned.

"Okay, although I didn't bring a gift today, I can do acupuncture for you to eliminate the toxins in your body, so that your body will be much better and you can live at least two or three more years." Zhang Chong was anxious and thought that he was a miracle doctor after all, and could detoxify the old man and increase his life.

"Living for three more years! Well, that's about the same!" Old Master Nalan grabbed Zhang Chong's hand and walked into the house. "Little guy, hurry up and give me two pieces. I'm old and my legs are not smooth..."

"Qingqing, why are you still standing? Come and see the tea for Dr. Zhang!" The old man told Nalan Qingqing as he walked, which was very different from his attitude just now.

Although he was prepared for the old man's performance, Zhang Chong was also frightened.

Zhang Chong thought from the bottom of his heart that the old man would live a few more years to help Nalan Qingqing calm down those ready-to-go tribe members, so that Qingqing would be under much less pressure.

Although Nalan Qingqing is a genius in business, in such a huge family, it is not as great as you know how to do business. Some things have not surfaced, but only a political background is an insurmountable hurdle.

Zhang Chong took out the silver needle he carried with him and used his own ice and fire internal breathing to activate the silver needle. Now Zhang Chong's skills have increased greatly, and his internal breathing is much more relaxed than before.

As Zhang Chong started to use needles, Mr. Nalan felt that his chest and abdomen were getting worse and worse, and he felt a little tempted.

However, Zhang Chong reminded at this time: "Hold on, old man, it will be fine in a while. If you give up now, you won't achieve the best results."

Mr. Nalan naturally hoped that his body and muscles would recover better, so he nodded quickly and held on for a while.

Zhang Chong continued to use the needle, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and white mist appeared on his head. He was extremely weak and seemed to be unable to stand firmly.

Nalan Qingqing saw it and felt extremely distressed, but she couldn't do anything.

Half an hour later, Zhang Chong fell to the ground as if he had lost his strength.

Mr. Nalan ran into the toilet with his chest covered his body.

Then Nalan Qingqing heard the sound of stinking, accompanied by a foul stinking. It turned out that the old man had gone there for convenience.

After a big blow, the old man felt much more relaxed. Although his face was a little sickly and pale, his eyes were extremely sensible. As soon as he arrived at the living room, he burst into laughter: "Hahaha..."
Chapter completed!