Chapter 95: Beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow (head)

It was the wet and cold atmosphere that had been brewing slightly last night, which covered the sky of Hong Kong Island with a lot of lead clouds. After half a sunrise, it penetrated into the clouds before leaving the sea. It emitted a little bit of light and heat, just like a boy next door lying on the window and looking in. After being called by the adults, he suddenly disappeared.

There is no difference between morning and dusk on rainy days, and it is also filled with sadness like twilight, as if the world is about to end. It is day and night, and the traces of separation are eliminated by a few sudden thunder and mixed rain sounds. In an instant, heavy rain hits the city.

Perhaps it was disturbed by the sound of thunder. Wang Fei woke up last night. His sleepy eyes were slightly opened. He saw the silhouettes on the bed that were blocked by the dim light. He held the book and blurred the free and easy corners. Thinking that he was still in his place before he went to bed last night, his heart was filled with a feeling of peace. As long as he was there, it was a little luxury and a little happiness for a little woman in love. I couldn't bear to end this enjoyment. My boyfriend by the bed was reading the book, so she looked at her boyfriend by the bed without saying a word. The same one seemed to be so detailed.

The beautiful face that made the woman jealous, her hair was a little longer, but she did not make it as if she was careful to flatter her male artists who were regarded as idols by children. They were loose and natural, exuding a strong casual and lazy life. In the silent trance of Luo Chen, Wang Fei was slightly surprised because she found a trace of indescribable around her boyfriend, but she should not belong to this noisy temperament. After being immersed in the world, her perception came like mountains and seas, for art, life, and love...

Outside the window - gloomy, the people in the house could not use the trajectory of the sun to judge the passage of time. I don’t know how long it took, Wang Fei’s trance was interrupted by such a frivolous but charming voice that did not lose its sound quality. "Since I woke up, get up. Actually, I came in with a big mouse. To be honest, I have found everything in this room except your bed."

The sensuality wrapped in happiness was always pierced by a naughty child like a huge colorful soap bubble. Wang Fei was shocked, shy and angry, so he held back and didn't scream or laugh, and his originally opened eyes were tightly closed.

"I remember I saw such a simple text full of life atmosphere in a novel, which said that women pretending to be asleep means acquiesce to your man's will." Wang Qibu said in response to Wang Fei's reaction. Almost at the same time, the vibration from the bed made Wang Fei's heart panic.

The breath that someone exhaled hit Wang Fei's neck, causing the cheeks that could perform freely on the stage of ten thousand people to show off the blush with goose bumps. It was a little itchy, but I wanted to scratch my hands, but suddenly froze because a strong arm pried open the gap in the quilt and hugged her firmly. The slender hand with one finger was grabbing her frozen palm and clasped it on her chest.

"You have been watching it like an oil painting model for so long. Now I will be cleared by hugging me." I don't know what strange body technique I used and I have already crawled into Wang Fei's quilt. Wang Qibu, who had pulled out such a baseless formula.

"Hate, let me go." No matter what, it's time to resist. Wang Fei struggled, even though she had already expected that it was useless.

"You know my real age, so, well, it's the most rebellious period of a person's life? Isn't it too much for me to let go if I let go? Then I'm very embarrassed? What if I hug you? My gentle and generous junior sister is not so stingy, right? In the end, you don't want me to let go, right?" A bunch of mixed and matched sluts with all kinds of unreasonable reasons, embellished a sentence that made Wang Fei listen to the shy words, and there was no need to think about it. This is Wang Qibu's usual style, with a rich and rich blues temperament.

The sound of rain outside the window is still mixed, and the restless bedroom is quieter, like the lake called Meiboer in winter, covered with snow...

"Where did you go last night?" Yiren's faint voice sounded, making Wang Qibu, who had never been a thief, feel a little weak.

"I thought you thought I was here all night, and at most, I maliciously speculate how many times I have suppressed about some impulses that are not suitable for children during this period." Wang Qibu complained like this by putting his face on Wang Fei's shoulders.

"You have the smell of a woman!" He looked weak and pressed against Wang Qibu's chest, and turned around suddenly, Wang Fei said without hiding his emotions.

Wang Qibu was stunned by this, wondering if all women have more mysterious abilities than the realm of transformation. Otherwise, the taste, why didn't I feel it if I had changed my bath and changed my clothes? Looking at Yi's biggest eyes, I seemed to be able to hold my tears, and she looked pitiful. Wang Qibu was laughing and said, "Okay, that's a mistress named Wen Qian. Alas, hurry up and hold back the expression "I know" and you don't know anything. Tell you the truth, this woman's identity is Zhao Zhong, the mistress of the deputy ***, Lingnan Provincial Party Committee. ***.

One, you can do it, don't sneer! Uh, where am I talking about it? Forget it, none of these matters, just know that she can help me nail Zhao Zhong to death. Help, why did you become a grievance again? Did you think that I sacrificed my lust? Wang Fei, try to watch Taiwanese ethical dramas as little as possible in the future. Didn't anyone tell you that you are almost beaten by those things? I just simply don't want to use methods against women in the actions I directed." As Wang Fei's expression changed, Wang Qibu explained this.

After staring at Wang Qibu for a long time, the mist in Wang Fei's eyes could be eliminated, and then he wanted to speak but stopped.

"After finally remembering the gossip about Deputy Zhao's wife?" Wang Qibu, who held Wang Fei's various complex expressions in his eyes, asked in a tone. He secretly felt sad for Zhao Zhong in his heart. At least for the woman around him, the smell of a woman that may exist or may not exist is much more important than the life and death of the Lingnan Provincial Party Committee.

Wang Fei "hum" him not only because of Wang Qibu's tone, but more because the queen who had recovered from the consciousness was busy trying to make a little distance between Wang Qibu and had no more time to care about anything else. Embracing each other head-on, it can be said that it is difficult to have any postures that are more ambiguous than the current situation.

Wang Qibu's slightly tense arms turned Wang Fei's efforts into continued useless work. While enjoying the pleasure of body friction, Wang Qibu said while hooligan, "Don't waste your energy, just follow me obediently. You must know that your current situation is no different from a sheep entering the tiger's mouth."

"Haha." Wang Fei was finally angry and laughed by Wang Qibu. He held the embarrassing person and thought whatever he liked. He was not smart enough to change the topic and said, "Okay, I lost to you. If possible, tell me what you are busy with."

"As long as you want to know, there is nothing that cannot be told to you. Take out the sense of superiority and confidence that the two women who are Wang Qibu put on, no matter where you put them. You should know that the person who is hugging you is the highest level of the country's secret." Wang Qibu, who did not intend to turn into a wolf, also complained calmly. "In that mysterious and mysterious person who was circulating in the market, the conflict between the Wang family and the Zhao family has been around for a long time. Since the former mayor of Songjiang Zhao Gang lost his life and died in the struggle with my grandfather, these two families have formed a rare death hatred in the officialdom today."

"Is there no solution?" The kind nature of a woman made Wang Fei ask this question without any scheming.

"A few years ago, in Hong Kong, Zhao Zhong carefully planned a killing game against me. It was not a verbal statement, it was the kind of plan that had been decided and the killer had already formed. That was the year when I just joined the military and was awarded the title of Second Lieutenant, and I was only ten years old." Without taking over Wang Fei's stump, Wang Qibu said directly.

"What? A country official wants to kill a ten-year-old child. Why do he feel sorry for the rights granted by the party and the people? Such a person is really damn." Wang Fei was furious when he heard this, and Wang Qibu also guessed that it would be like this.

"Because of the tone set by Mr. Deng, the senior management has reached a tacit understanding over the years; the Zhao family is going to be killed bit by bit within the controllable range. Alas! It's not all about the rules of the political game, and it's really appropriate to describe some people as guilty." As he said, Wang Qibu sighed, "I feel that the country was defeated by my father, so I firmly believe that it's nothing to do with conscience and despair, and there will be no retribution. It's really a bit wishful thinking. Tell you something, and you don't be sad after hearing it."

"Yeah!" Curiosity had been aroused, and Wang Fei was just a brain's agreement.

"Seven years ago, Zhao Zhong was transferred from Yanjing to Yangcheng as deputy mayor. At an internal dinner party in the Zhao family system in Lingnan Province, the director of the Municipal Bureau of Culture and Sports introduced Yang Tingting, a fresh graduate who had just been assigned to him, to the prince Zhao Zhong. After a few glasses of wine, he had the *** what they wanted, and he had been one after another... In short, all the dirty things became a natural thing. About half a year passed, well, it was difficult to tell whether Yang Tingting, as a woman, was greedy, or whether Zhao Zhong really had no choice. A woman's big belly was urgently needed." Wang Qibu used plain sentences and speed to tell the past that happened seven years ago, but had been covered in his head for nearly twenty years.

"What then?" Wang Fei asked.

"Then, huh. Just last night, the bones of Yang Tingting, who had been missing for seven years, had already emerged. The big man Wei Ni briefly described the condition of the bones to me, with multiple fractures and broken neck bones." After a breath of turbid air, Wang Qibu outlined everything between the woman named Yang Tingting and Zhao Zhong, now deputy provincial party committee, in this way.

"Seven Steps." Wang Fei summoned his boyfriend.

"Hmm?" Wang Qibu responded, and the rare thing was not corrected, "You should call your senior brother".

"That person should die." Wang Fei said this, unlike the time he was so angry that he was extremely calm.

"Um."

(Everything is troubled, it will take longer to stop. Sorry...thank you...to you...)
Chapter completed!