The four-star Huafu International Hotel has a total of 32 floors, located in Xichong Tourist Resort, backed by mountains and facing the sea. It is less than 500 meters away from the beautiful and clean beach. There is a special access to the beach behind the hotel.

Song Yi was wearing casual beachwear, under the guidance of the hotel's beautiful lobby manager, holding his mobile phone and following the passage hidden by the green trees to the beach.

This passage is the only way for hotel guests to get to the beach. September 6th is already early autumn. But it is less than 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the sun in Shenzhen is so vicious! No one was seen along the way.

Song Yi walked down the stone steps and saw Lan Xia, a beautiful and sexy woman waiting under the first banyan tree by the beach.

The beach is not empty, but with banyan trees and other trees. There are wooden movable lounge chairs under the shade. At this time, there are already sporadic tourists on the beach, blowing the comfortable sea breeze, enjoying the beautiful scenery by the sea to rest or play.

Of course, it is the off-season for tourism after all. There are very few tourists and the distance is very far away. The sound of seagulls passing by can be clearly heard on the entire beach.

Lan Xia waved her hand and smiled. She was a little delicate, and she was also charming with the charm of a thirty-year-old woman, "Let's walk forward."

"Okay." Song Yi gentleman helped her hold the black bag and admire the beautiful woman beside her, "Lan Xia, your swimsuit is very beautiful."

She was wearing a white bath towel in the hotel and was wearing a dark blue swimsuit with flower patterns, one-piece style, suspenders, and a small back exposed. The swimsuit was sexy and close, outlining her round and soft buttocks to the fullest.

The swimsuit is not covered by the hem of the skirt. The two pretty white legs are exposed, bringing the plumpness and smoothness of the beautiful woman.

Song Yi had no idea about his wife. He still had this principle, but he was invited to come out. After all, eight years ago, Lan Xia was the most beautiful girl among their college students. Have he ever fantasized about her when he was rushing?

This doesn’t have to deceive yourself for the so-called “personality”. When the night is quiet, it’s not illegal to think about it. He doesn’t write it in his diary, who knows?

Let’s take a walk and chat together, but it doesn’t mean you have to go to the boat.

He had a little charming mood in his heart, and when he saw her sexy swimsuit, he felt a little urge to think about her.

But he knew that this was not possible.

Lan Xia smiled, her eyes filled with the hydration and shyness of a beautiful woman, "Thank you." She brought two swimsuits in her group. She was impulsive and wore this outfit. She was wearing it for him to show her beauty. She wanted to show her beauty.

"Let's just sit here."

The two walked along the shade of the tree and walked along the beach for ten minutes, avoiding the entrance of the hotel passage so that their colleagues would not be caught by their colleagues. They sat down on two wooden lounge chairs under a banyan tree. The blue sky and white clouds and the waves slapped the beach.

The sea breeze in summer comes slowly, very comfortable and comfortable. With the breath of vacation, the two of them sat opposite each other and didn't know where to start for a while, as if there were many common topics, and as if there were many barriers.

As a man, Song Yi took the initiative to raise a topic, "Lan Xia, there were 102 people who joined the company that year, right?"

Eight years ago, he just graduated from Jiangda. With his uneasy and ignorance when he first entered society, he went south to Shenzhen City to Fuhui Company with his dream of wealth, and his longing for work and workplace.

Those green years!

How nostalgic. But it’s gone and never returned. Time will never come back, and the past can only be recalled.

In August, he had a meal with Bi Bai and Yi Lixiao in the food street outside the Shenzhen University University, talking about the class flowers, courtyard flowers, and these ordinary or beautiful girls, which are the coordinates of his college youth memory.

Lan Xia, who was a young girl who had just graduated, was the memory coordinate of his first visit to the company. Seeing her, she might not immediately remember the people and things of the past, but she would definitely remember her youth when she was young!

And he is about to end his life journey at Fuhui Company and end these eight years of memories!

"You remembered it wrongly, there were 98 people." Lan Xia chuckled, holding her hair in her ear. "There are three colleagues who are not recruited by the school. They just follow us to train corporate culture."

"I forgot the details. Oh, you have a good relationship with a tall girl, and you often have a name together, what's your name?"

Lan Xia covered her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled, and playedfully lifted the sand onto Song Yi's feet with her feet, and said angrily: "Minister Song, are you still thinking about Mei Mulan now? She has already resigned."

Song Yi smiled and said, "I forgot my name. What am I thinking about? Besides, if I want to think about it, I also think about the most beautiful one." He glanced at Lan Xia's sexy swimsuit, two plump and sexy white legs.

Lan Xia chuckled and glanced at Bai Songyi. She lay back and adjusted, lying on the wooden chair with her back facing Song Yi. Her white legs were close together without a gap. Her waist was thin and her hips were raised. Her figure was curved like a mermaid.

Lan Xia's voice was a little trembling and she said softly: "Song Yi, the sun is a bit big, can you help me apply sunscreen? The sunscreen is in my bag."

I'll go!

Is it so direct? The charm of beautiful women and young women is completely different. Lin Yuan, the beautiful young women and him have a foundation in their relationship, and they are not as charming as this. Shao Qing, a pink newcomer, is only good at talking.

Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him, Song Yi coughed, got up, covered her white bath towel on her graceful and concave figure, and gently patted her round butt. It felt so good. He leaned over to her ear and said, "Lan Xia, don't play with fire! I don't mind playing with you, but you will regret it after turning around."

He is not a saint either. He enjoys the atmosphere of the blue beauty blowing the sea breeze here, chatting about the past, and taking advantage of her with her verbal words and eyes. But he doesn't want to cross the line.

Lan Xia turned around and looked up at Song Yi. She had a charming red glow on her pretty fair face. She said shyly but boldly: "Song Yi, the scene you reversed in the office yesterday was really handsome and it made people's heartbeat. I want to indulge with you once.

Don't refuse me, okay? Otherwise, I will hate you!"

As far as she talks about this, what else can Song Yi say? Of course, it is an exception. Apply sunscreen to her first. The beach here is a public beach, and there are people. It is not an empty private beach.

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…

Song Yirang asked the beautiful lobby manager of the Washington International Hotel to book a luxurious international suite on the 30th floor. It was probably equivalent to their presidential suite.

The sunset is shaking in the mountains, and the golden clouds are burning in the sky. The mountains, oceans, beaches, hotels, and woods are bathed in the dim light.

Lan Xia hugged the thin quilt, covering the beautiful scenery, and posted messages from the group on the bed, organizing barbecue for the evening.

Song Yi continued the phone call in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. It was called by Han Tian, ​​an intern reporter of Yangcheng Evening News, with a light tone, "Mr. Song, I have reported that your Yijian live articles have been reported. Have you not felt any changes?"
Chapter completed!