Chapter 846 smashing Junyue at the door of Jurong

Of course, under Song Ziye's ** pander, the two fought until dawn. After sleeping for a few hours, Song Ziye woke up and turned around.

The sheets still have a damp feeling, which was wet by the previous war between the two. Of course, most of them are Song Ziye's contributions.

Song Ziye raised his head and looked at Wang Zheng. The man's sleeping side face was so peaceful and beautiful. Many times, it was better to fall asleep and forget everything for the time being.

Song Ziye's fingers stroked the scar on Wang Zheng's chest. The scars were crisscrossed and shocking. I really don't know what kind of painful stories he had experienced.

Wang Zheng also woke up at this time. His big hand pinched Song Ziye's buttocks, and somewhere was still muddy. I have to say that this is the benefit of mature women. At some times, there is always a lot of water.

"What, are you secretly touching me?" Wang Zheng kept pinching, and his fingers seemed to inadvertently scratch through the mysterious area.

"Ah!" Song Ziye was pinched to the ** zone by Wang Zheng. With an uncontrollable delicate cry, the place was already slightly red and swollen. Last night, the two of them were really crazy. Song Ziye had been full for a long time.

"No, I can't take it anymore." Feeling Wang Zheng's long gun, which gradually became hard, Song Ziye quickly waved his hand and said.

"Do you have the final say now?" Wang Zheng smiled evilly, turned over and pressed Song Ziye under his body.

The latter has been wet and can't stop Wang Zheng's piercing at all. Feeling the fullness of his lower abdomen, Song Ziye said helplessly, "I have an appointment with my father to go home for lunch. You should hurry up."

"That's hard to say. In some ways, I haven't been fast." After Wang Zheng finished speaking, he began to move.

In the whole room, spring is boundless.

The battle lasted for nearly an hour. Song Ziye had just regained some physical strength. This time, she consumed all her energy again, sweated all over, and the sheets were wet. She lay on her side ** and didn't want to move.

"Why don't I take you to wash your body?" Wang Zheng said with a smile.

"No, no." Song Ziye was afraid that Wang Zheng would plot against him again, so he quickly jumped up and rushed into the bathroom.

When Song Ziye was sent away, Wang Zheng also simply washed it. In fact, it would be more comfortable to take a warm bath after waking up every day.

May I ask, is there anything more comfortable than this?

It's true. The answer is that the beautiful woman washes with her.

Sitting in a taxi, the merchants are all decorated with lights on the road, but unfortunately, there are not many guests. Those who have been struggling outside for a whole year can only take advantage of this extremely short vacation to return to their hometown to meet their families, relatives and friends.

The taxi driver in the capital was as enthusiastic as ever, chatting excitedly with Wang Zheng on the road.

"I said, brother, your accent is not local, is it? It's 28 years old. Why don't you catch the train home for the Spring Festival?

"Go home?" As soon as this noun sounded, Wang Zheng was stunned for a moment. For him, he has walked through so many places in the world and lived in so many rooms, and how can he really bring him the feeling of home?

"I didn't buy a train ticket this year, so I won't go back. I'll stay here to earn three times overtime pay." Wang Zheng looked out of the window and smiled. No one could understand the meaning of his smile.

"It's not easy for young people. It's good for us to talk. Why don't I treat you to dinner tonight?" Taxi drivers in the capital are bold.

As soon as Wang Zheng shook his head, his mobile phone rang.

"Do you have time tonight? I'll treat you to dinner." It turned out to be a text message from Shangguan Shishi.

The day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Ningxia stayed in Peizhou. Shengfei has gone straight home from other places for the Spring Festival. Han Xingye returned to the Han family's small building. Liu Xuan, who was already familiar with it, should also go home during the winter vacation. The old man pulled the old soldiers of the dragon scales to an unknown place for training, but let Wang Zheng stay outside and continue to stir up. he, his side suddenly became very lonely. What did Shangguan Shishi call herself to eat at this time?

"If you have time, you must have it." Wang Zheng called back directly: "There is free food, who won't go?"

"Well, come to the company to pick me up. I'll ask Zhang Yong to go back first. You will be my driver today."

"No problem, I'll be there soon."

"Okay, I'll wait for you." After saying that, Shangguan Shishi hung up the phone and threw her mobile phone on the table. She sat in a swivel chair and turned around directly. Although she had fallen far behind in Wang Zheng's battle, she was also chasing it with small steps. Thinking of this, Shangguan Shishi smiled slightly proudly at the corners of her mouth.

After seeing Wang Zheng hang up the phone, the taxi driver said with a smile, "Brother, is your girlfriend working in Jurong? That's a big company. That's really good.

Wang Zheng couldn't help smiling bitterly, touching his nose and saying, "Yes, she really earns a lot."

If the taxi driver knew that Wang Zheng, the so-called girlfriend, was the lady of Jurong International, I'm afraid he would stare at her!

In front of the parking lot at the gate of Jurong International, Feng Zhide, wearing a mask, was standing with a gloomy face.

The popular student, who is becoming more and more famous, has been very depressed recently, because his Lamborghini was hit in the front of the car by an asshole. Although millions of repair costs are paid by the insurance company, drivers know that once the car has a car accident or is damaged, it is extremely unlucky. The Lamborghini limited edition bought is wasted like this. Everyone has to hold their breath, not to mention the self-inflated Feng Zhide and Feng big star recently?

"Yes, it's this car!" Feng Zhide looked at the black Junyue, carefully checked the license plate number, and said viciously, "Brother Li, I'm sure! It was this Buick Junyue that hit me that day!"

Around Feng Zhide stood a man who looked a little fierce, wearing a black windbreaker, a light red scar on his face, a thick beard, and a fierceness in his eyes. At first glance, he was a master who often ate and drank in the underground society.

And beside him are five or six young men, all wearing black motorcycle leather coats, black leather gloves, and black sticks in their hands. This aura looks quite scary.

"Okay, I'm going to vent my anger on Brother Feng today!" The man known as Brother Li looked at the Buick Junyue contemptuously: "There are countless luxury cars in the capital. The person driving this Buick must be a poor man. Today, let's smash the car first and then smash people!"

However, due to the approach of the Spring Festival and the scarcity of vehicles in the parking lot, Feng Zhide and others did not find that the Buick Junyue, which looked so ordinary, was parked in an exclusive parking space with a large area.