Xu Wenchang was released after all.
As he walked, he stepped on Xia Yang's shoes and touched the young male policeman's butt.
"If you can't survive here in the future, remember to come find me."
Then he whistled and left openly.
The little policeman's face turned red with anger.
"Sister Xia, just let this matter go?"
Xia Yang looked in the direction Xu Wenchang left with gloomy eyes.
"Hey, our diligent Officer Xia let someone escape again."
A colleague passing by, with a big belly and a turtle soup made by a nearby gangster, looked at her up and down.
"Let me tell you, if you are a woman with such good looks and figure, sleeping with your superiors will not be faster than climbing up the ranks step by step hahahahahahahahaha."
Xia Yang listened quietly to the insult that he had long been tired of hearing.
On the other hand, the young male policeman next to him turned red with anger.
His ideals and vows have been under attack since the moment he graduated from the police academy.
The police community sucks.
There is no justice here.
Xia Yang looked down at his dirty shoes and smiled suddenly.
"...What am I holding on to?"
We should have known long ago that these people were completely hopeless.
The flame of desire was rising at this moment, and Xia Yang had never wanted to climb up as much as he did now.
"You're not the only one looking for a backer."
"Xiao Yang! Let's go!"
Xia Yang took off his coat, his eyes sharp.
Xiao Yang didn't know why, but he still followed.
He always felt that something had changed in Xia Yang at this moment.
"Sister Xia, where are we going?"
Xia Yang thought of the pieces of paper that he pieced together bit by bit, and smiled coldly: "Paternity Testing Center."
There, there was her stepping stone.
...
"Yueyue, I'll give you a pair of underwear, can you accompany me to the set?"
Xiang Fengyu held a pair of light gray briefs and looked at Yan Xingyue reluctantly.
Yan Xingyue, who was playing with a small machine in her hand, raised her eyelids, saw clearly the style of the underwear in her hand, and was silent for a moment.
That's what he just washed yesterday.
Is Xiang Fengyu too lazy to wait for it to dry now?
"Want me to go?"
Seeing her wide-eyed expression trying to be cute, Yan Xingyue curled her fingers, and there was a moment of narrowing in her black eyes.
Unfortunately, it was too fast and Xiang Fengyu didn't catch it.
"Yeah." She nodded sharply.
"The separation last time made me clearly realize that I can't live without you. The smell of the handkerchief will fade away, and so will the used tissues."
"Not even this cute artificial butt can replace your ass that gave birth to a son."
The simulated butt pinch was presented to Yan Xingyue, who glanced down at him.
A large tooth mark was also found on it.
Thinking of Xiang Fengyu nibbling on his simulated ass, Yan Xingyue...
Well, it feels pretty good.
You can't let her go out and nibble on other people's things. What's yours should be yours.
He has a big penis and can chew on it casually.
Yan Xingyue has always been tolerant and generous towards others.
"Not going."
He propped his chin and looked at Xiang Fengyu who was lying beside his bed. When he saw the disappointed look on his face, the corners of his lips curled up.
"unless--"
Xiang Fengyu: "Do it! What posture do you want to use!?"
Her eyes glowed green.
Yan Xingyue: "...Say something nice."
The words that were already on his lips were spoken by him.
Don't think he doesn't know that the little pervert privately calls him sick Yangzi.
Xiang Fengyu curled his lips in disappointment.
That's it?
Dingyan lit a cigarette with eyes filled with vicissitudes of life: [... Falling in love begins with holding hands, hugging, kissing, getting married, and going to bed. What are you in a hurry for?]
Xiang Fengyu dismissed it as an electronic product.
[Take a good look at Xiaoyingyangzi’s face]
Dingyan followed Xiang Fengyu's gaze and focused on Yan Xingyue's face.
From the angle of looking up, the appearance of Xiaoying Yangzi is still very good, with excellent facial folding and excellent bone structure.
His eyelashes are very long and thick, and his eyes are slightly long but have very dark pupils. His eyes are dull when he looks at people, but his lips are slightly pink when he is in good health. Every time he kisses, they will be sucked out. The color is like flower juice, dyed with water, more like a rotten camellia...
No, no.
Today hasn't passed yet, and Yueyue won't let her kiss her.
"Say okay, haven't I said enough?"
Xiang Fengyu began to reflect, her rainbow fart actually made Zitui dissatisfied.
Yan Xingyue threw away the gadgets in his hand: "It's not those."
Xiang Fengyu looked at him, and suddenly an idea flashed across his face. He got up with his feet together and sat down in his arms.
Hooking Yan Xingyue's slender neck, she whispered: "Brother, can you accompany me to the set?"
His eyes suddenly changed, and Xiang Fengyu was completely suppressed.
Yan Xingyue was propped up above her, and his expression was unclear due to the light behind him, but his voice was mute.
"What did you call me?"
Xiang Fengyu reached out and rubbed his chest muscles unceremoniously, grinning: "Brother!"
The moment Yan Xingyue kissed her, she didn't forget to remind her: "Yueyue said she wouldn't let her kiss her."
Yan Xingyue replied: "It doesn't matter what Yueyue says."
The moment he put his lips on hers, he added: "What my fiancé said only counts."
Holding the big beauty in his arms, Xiang Fengyu was still thinking in a daze after being kissed——
[Tsk, I’m so sticky at the end of the year]
...
"Hello. Who is this?"
While lying on the carpet correcting a problematic detail sent by Jiang Zhi, Xiang Fengyu received a strange phone call.
Yan Xingyue, whose light-colored lips had two holes chewed out, was packing her luggage at the side.
"Sister...Officer Xia."
Hearing this title, he turned over with a salty glance, and then lowered his head indifferently.
"Now? Can you tell me on the phone? I have to catch a flight later, so it's not convenient to meet in person."
"Is Yan Xingyue here? Can you please answer the phone?"
Hearing this, Xiang Feng Yu raised his eyebrows slightly.
She told herself that Xia Yang and Yan Xingyue now had nothing to do with each other, and their original storyline had completely changed.
"Yueyue, the phone number of our neighbor across the street."
She moved her phone away and made a lip sync.
'that policeman'
Yan Xingyue nodded to express his understanding and took the phone.
"I am Yan Xingyue."
Xiang Fengyu’s expression was exaggerated: I~ am~ Yan~ OK~ Yue~
Pinching Xiang Fengyu, her expression became even stranger. Yan Xingyue listened to the other party's words and suddenly raised his eyelids and glanced at the person opposite.
"Please send it to Xiang's house, we don't need it."
