Regarding sleeping in separate rooms at night, Po and Shizhen shared odd and even numbers.
It's good once in a while, and it can be something new, and it's so easy to get tired every day.
After Feng Shizhen finished washing, he sprayed some perfume on his body, then put on his bathrobe and returned to the third floor of the main room.
When she entered the room, Ye Haoran was playing with a Colt.
"Why are you playing with it at night?"
As soon as he untied his robe, he was hugged towards her, with a smile and a enchanting look.
Ye Haoran sat beside the bed and stretched out a hand to hook Feng Shizhen's waist: "It means I pay attention to taking care of myself."
Feng Shizhen licked Ye Haoran's ear and made a seductive sound in Ye Haoran's ear.
"hey-hey."
Feng Shizhen, who was sitting on Ye Haoran's lap, clearly felt Ye Haoran tremble.
"Ahem."
Ye Haoran and Feng Shizhen were busy taking care of themselves.
The other side doesn’t stop either.
Abao insisted on pulling Ye Zhiqiu to sleep with him, but Ye Zhiqiu had no choice but to tell Cheng Zhanmei to let him rest.
Then she followed Abao to her room.
Ye Zhiqiu wanted to lie down directly, but Abao stopped him and insisted on changing into pajamas.
He rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find a silk pajamas for Ye Zhiqiu, and put on a bright red gauze piece for himself.
"My sister, after all, she started practicing kung fu at a young age. Her temperament is really nothing to say."
The two of them are about the same height, A Bao is considered a monster, and Ye Zhiqiu is pretty, and he also has intellectual beauty, which is not boring, but more attractive to others.
The two of them changed their clothes and lay on the bed.
It was pretty normal at first, talking and laughing and chatting about all kinds of interesting stories.
result.
Things started to go wrong after a while.
Abao first got into Ye Zhiqiu's bed, which Ye Zhiqiu reluctantly accepted.
Then Abao said: "I'll try to see how big my sister's penis is."
After saying that, he started to do it, which made Ye Zhiqiu dumbfounded. The two played around for a while, and Ye Zhiqiu, who had no strength, lay on the bed and let Abao measure her size.
"My sister's is not small. It's about the same size as Seizhen."
"Stop messing around and go to bed early. I still want to see the streets tomorrow."
Abao's hand never left, and kept holding Ye Zhiqiu.
Hearing that Ye Zhiqiu wanted to sleep, Abao narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth: "Sister, look at me."
"Huh? How...um..."
It’s really not Abao’s fault.
In the final analysis, the problem still lies with Ye Haoran.
The three of them often played together, which led to Abao not only being greedy for Ye Haoran, but also Feng Shizhen. Ye Haoran thought it was just a matter of romance.
Later, Abao became more and more excessive. I heard from Shizhen that during the two days when he was away, Abao would pester Shizhen to sleep with him.
There is nothing wrong with sleeping, but I always move my hands and feet.
He never expected that the little girl who sang songs on the street would extend her sinful hand to Ye Zhiqiu today.
The main room had just finished, and Feng Shizhen was taking care of the battlefield.
Abao on the other side is still pestering Ye Zhiqiu. In a word, Ye Zhiqiu is at a disadvantage.
The next day.
Everyone was washing up in the morning. Cheng Zhaimei went out without even eating breakfast, and refused Chen San to send him.
Ye Haoran knew clearly that he was going to contact him. How could he take Chen San with him for such a secret matter.
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What surprised him was not Cheng Zhaimei, but A Bao and Ye Zhiqiu.
"Are these two people so close?"
They hugged each other tightly, as if they had grown together.
Feng Shizhen, who also came out of the shower, gave Ye Haoran a blank look.
With just this look, Ye Haoran suddenly realized.
'Snapped,
He slapped his forehead hard: "Why?
How could this happen? Where is my former Abao? "
After eating, Ye Haoran picked up the newspaper that had just been delivered in the morning. The three women happily got into the car and started a crazy shopping trip.
In addition to shopping, he also bought some things for worship. Ye Zhiqiu was going to pay homage to Ye Haoran's parents.
It may be that Cheng Zhaimei's mission has not been completed yet, so he has never made any intention to leave Shanghai.
Abao doesn't want Ye Zhiqiu to leave even more.
Ye Haoran also wanted to chat with Cheng Zhaimei, but unfortunately this guy's whereabouts were erratic. He left early in the morning and came back very late at night. He didn't know what he was busy with.
Abao and Shizhen took Ye Zhiqiu around to play.
As long as women can go anywhere, they basically have to play several times. The three of them have become regular visitors to theaters and movie theaters. Ye Zhiqiu has naturally become Sister Rong's guest.
Abao even kindly invited the movie stars to his home in order to let Ye Zhiqiu get up close and personal with them.
Anyone who has become a master comes to ask for their release.
Fortunately, Po treated him politely and didn't embarrass the little star. He let him go after playing for a day.
Time flies and half a month passes.
Cheng Zhaimei still had no intention of leaving, just as Abao and Shizhen were reluctant to leave Ye Zhiqiu.
Li Zhongfei sent someone to deliver the news that Commander Zhang from the front line had arrived in Songlu and was arranged to be admitted to a high-end ward of a hospital. He would need about half a month to recuperate.
Ye Haoran made an appointment with Li Zhongfei and planned to visit together.
Not to mention what will happen to Commander Zhang in the future, at least he is a meritorious minister now.
The gift Li Zhongfei chose was very expensive. It was a German ivory-handled musket that he had seized when he fought against the Anhui warlords. If Ye Haoran hadn't given him a more precious limited-edition Colt, he wouldn't have had this musket. Will be willing to take it out.
Ye Haoran was much more casual, just a flower basket and a bag of fruits.
Even if he asked for help, it was Commander Zhang who came to ask for Ye Haoran. Ye Haoran could come to visit him and it was already a great honor, so he couldn't ask for too much.
In the car, Li Zhongfei and Ye Haoran chatted casually.
He arrived at the hospital soon.
The two military policemen at the door of the ward were blind and tried to hand over the guns of Ye Haoran and Li Zhongfei.
"I, Lieutenant General Li Zhongfei, how dare you hand over my gun?"
"I'm sorry, sir!"
As the commander of an army, Li Zhongfei would naturally be awarded a military rank, especially for his great contribution to back-stabbing the Anhui clique.
The gendarme opened the door and invited the two people in.
You can't do it without asking. Even Commander Zhang doesn't have a higher military rank than Li Zhongfei. He is said to be a commander, but the soldiers under his command are less than one division. At most, he can be regarded as a mixed division. The term commander is just the highest officer in a local area.
"Oh my, why did Marshal Li come here in person? Who is this?"
Li Zhongfei raised his hand and introduced: "This is Mr. Ye. I heard from me that Commander Zhang came to Songlu to recuperate, so I came to take a look."
"Mr. Ye? Oh, hello, President Ye!"
In Songlu, there is only one person who can be called Mr. Ye, and Li Zhongfei is with him.
Ye Haoran, Vice Chairman of the Economic Committee of the Kuomintang.
Mr. Huang helped to obtain this title, but Ye Haoran has never claimed this official position.
Commander Zhang struggled to stand up. He had an injury on his leg and was fine sitting down, but it was still a bit difficult to stand up.
A young nurse next to him supported Commander Zhang and asked him to simply lean against the bed.
"Commander Zhang, you're welcome. Just be fine."
"Xiao Li, hurry up and get some water for President Ye."
The little nurse who had just supported him quickly took out a cup and poured water, which happened to catch Ye Haoran's eyes.
What a pretty little nurse!
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