Female boss's personal expert

Chapter 409 Hao Lian Yanyue!

Jinghua, in the northeast suburb thirteen kilometers away from the urban area, has a high-end villa area.

Most of the people living here are so-called successful business people, including bosses and executives of foreign companies—let’s put it this way, if you don’t have a deposit of more than 800 million yuan, don’t even think about buying a house here. In those luxury cars, office workers with a monthly salary of several thousand earn a year, and they may not be able to buy a wheel.

A black Maserati drove into the community and stopped in front of the No. 22 villa building.

Like the wings of a butterfly, the car door on the left rose upwards, and a woman wearing high-waisted riding boots, a black skirt, and color-changing glasses stepped out of the car slowly.

The two security guards who were patrolling looked at the woman who walked into the villa with her buttocks swaying. They swallowed instinctively, then smiled at each other, and saw from each other's eyes, "If I can sleep with the hostess of Building 22 for one night , Even if you die immediately, it's worth it's filth.

Wearing glasses on her face and wearing a lavender gauze scarf around her neck, the No. 22 hostess walked into the living room with a flirty beauty, bent over and took off her high-waisted riding boots, revealing a pair of snow-white skirts. With little feet, she pulled on the small embroidered slippers, and walked directly into the bathroom with the small bag.

After closing the door of the bathroom, the hostess took off the big brown glasses and looked into the mirror: inside was a woman about 27 or [-] years old. If you look at the five senses separately, her eyes are a little small, and her mouth is small. Slightly larger, with slightly higher cheekbones, and a nose that's not too straight.

But if these seemingly imperfect organs are combined together, it turns out to be a very beautiful, or very distinctive face, especially those eyes, which can make people resound from ancient barren mountains with just a slight turn. A deep pool in the sky, or two stars over the South Pole.

Her eyes are slightly blue, and she can tell that she is not Han Chinese.

The woman's figure is tall and tall, with broad shoulders and a thin waist. When it reaches the waist and hips, it protrudes exaggeratedly, just like her tall and straight chest seen from the side—her figure is definitely a perfect S shape. Those 1.1-meter-six-long legs made her figure fully interpret the word 'devil'.

In short, as the two security guards said, if you can hold this woman and sleep overnight, even if you die immediately, it will be worth it.

In the work unit, I believe most men would think this way, but no one dared to reveal it.

Because this woman has an identity that makes all the men in the unit respectful - she is the director of the Ninth Bureau of National Security, Hao Lianyanyue, and the wife of Han Zekai, the eldest son of the Jinghua Han family.

These two identities, no matter which one they are, can make those men flinch.

The indifference on the outside, the wildness on the inside, the face of an angel, the figure of a devil, the decisive personality, and the aloof temperament combined into a woman: Hao Lianyanyue.

Looking at the woman in the mirror for a while, Hao Lianyanyue slowly took off her black top, and the two semicircles tightly bound by the black black silk hood trembled with her movements, shining white porcelain The lustrous upper body was gradually exposed to the air.

However, the circle of white gauze wrapped around her waist added some flaws to this perfect upper body.

Looking at the circle of white gauze in the mirror, Hao Lian Yanyue exhaled lightly, and stretched out her hand to slowly untie the white gauze - at the bottom of several layers of gauze, there was a knife cut.

As the white gauze covering the incision was untied, a pale yellow liquid slowly overflowed from the wound immediately—the red incision greatly damaged the beauty of this body, like a bird The flies were swatted to death on the white paper.

Looking at the wound, Hao Lian Yanyue's eyes gradually narrowed, a flash of hostility flashed quickly, but then she returned to normal, opened the small bag, took out a pack of medicinal noodles, sprinkled it carefully on the wound, and used A new veil was bound up.

After doing all this, Hao Lian Yanyue put on the black vest again, threw the used veil into the trash can, and walked into the living room with a small bag.

When she came in, she hadn't turned on the light.

After she came out, the glazed lamp above the living room was already on. A tall, slender young man with a cropped cut was sitting on the sofa, smoking and watching TV.

Hao Lianyanyue is the hostess of this family, and this man is the hostess of this family, his name is Han Zekai.

However, when Hao Lian Yanyue looked at Han Zekai, she didn't have the tenderness that a wife should have when she looks at her husband. Instead, she had a high-ranking kingly demeanor, without saying a word, she went straight to the stairs.

She had just walked up the stairs when Han Zekai said, "How is your injury?"

Hao Lian Yanyue paused for a while, and said lightly: "Don't ask more questions about things that are not your business."

Facing the hostess' indifference, Han Zekai's eyes flashed a sternness that didn't match his handsome image, but it disappeared immediately, and said with a faint smile: "Anyway, we are a couple in name, and I, as a husband, care about it." It's normal for you..."

Before he finished speaking, Hao Lian Yanyue suddenly turned around, narrowed her eyes slightly, stared at him like two knives, cut off his next words, and slowly lowered her head before looking at him. He said coldly: "Han Zekai, I don't want to hear you say such a thing again, and I don't want to repeat the sentence I once said to you for the third time. There is no man in the world who can be worthy of being my husband, Hao Lian Yanyue. "

Han Zekai looked at his toes and murmured, "I, I know——Actually, I want to tell you tonight that I will go to southern Hebei at the end of the month to serve as the head of the United Front Work."

As he said that, Han Zekai raised his head: "In addition, the higher-ups have sent Gao Yunhua to southern Hebei to secretly investigate the Beishan Group's racecourse fire. They have already begun to suspect that this fire is connected to the fire that happened in Hokkaido four years ago... ...Do you have any orders?"

"It's nothing, just let them investigate."

Hao Lianyanyue said something lightly, and when she turned around and was about to go to the stairs, she suddenly remembered something: "By the way, please help me to pay attention to whether Shen Yinbing's boyfriend named Gao Fei has returned to Jinan. No matter what So, don't touch him, because he is mine."

When a very beautiful woman said this to her husband, being a husband definitely felt uncomfortable.

Han Zekai didn't feel this way, but hoped that this woman would leave him, no matter which man she was with, and never appear in front of him for the rest of her life.

Similarly, Han Zekai didn't understand why Hao Lian Yanyue was so interested in that Gao Fei, but he didn't dare to ask, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I remember."

Hao Lianyanyue didn't say anything more, walked up the stairs gracefully with a pair of long legs.

After the door was gently closed, Han Zekai raised his head, let out a long breath, stood up and quickly walked into a guest room on the east side of the hall.

He is the male owner of Villa No. 22. He has been married for several years, but he has never dared to go up to the second floor and sleeps in the guest room every night.

It is not only a shame for every man to have no chance to have sex with his wife after several years of marriage, but also an unspeakable torment.

But Han Zekai is not in this mood, because he doesn't like to stay with a beautiful snake that can kill him at any time, he likes to sleep in the guest room: there is a hole in the guest room, which was arranged for him by Hao Lianyanyue.

Han Zekai closed the door casually, came to the bed, grabbed an alarm clock on the bedside table, and twisted it a little harder—the big bed was split into two without a sound, revealing a downward passage.

The passage was not too long, just a dozen or so steps, and an iron door appeared.

Han Zekai took the key from his waist and opened the hidden lock.

The door opened, and a ray of light came out from inside, accompanied by the laughter of girls.

If someone followed Han Zekai into the door, they would definitely be surprised: this is a space with an area of ​​hundreds of square meters, and the most high-end furniture and household appliances are arranged on three sides.

To the east is an extremely spacious bed, which can accommodate fifteen people rolling on it.

At the southernmost point is a pool of about [-] square meters, and around the pool, there are seven or eight beautiful girls in swimsuits playing happily in the water.

Seeing Han Zekai coming in, these girls cheered and ran over, surrounded him in the peaks of pink arms and snow legs, and quickly stripped him of all his clothes.

Allowing these girls to caress him gently with a smile, Han Zekai stretched out his arms and hugged the two, and walked to the bed on the east side: "Tonight, who is going to take care of me?"

A pair of twin sisters immediately replied delicately: "It's time for us sisters tonight, Young Master Han, are you ready?"

Seeing the two sisters with the same appearance, Han Zekai squeezed one of the breasts forcefully, and said with a smile: "Young Master, I never fight uncertain battles! Tell me, what program do you have prepared?"

The twin sister giggled coquettishly, pinched her waist with both hands and shouted coquettishly, "Sisters, move!"

Following the girl's shout, the ceiling lamp above the head, the sconces on the wall, and the table lamps on the furniture were immediately extinguished, and Han Zekai fell into a pitch-black darkness.

But before his eyes could adapt to the darkness, a moan-like musical sound sounded from the four corners.

As the music sounded, two torches burned suddenly in the north and south corners of the house, driving away most of the darkness, but they couldn't illuminate everything, making it look a bit hazy.

Han Zekai sat on the big bed, and the girls around him took advantage of the darkness and left him.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the darkest southeast corner with a smile.

Slowly, the sound of the music began to grow louder, and the passionate electronic music overwhelmed the groans before death, but there was a more heavy gasping sound, which flowed out of the speaker with the music louder and louder. And—the barking of dogs.

"Wow, wang wang!"

Two naked girls crawled over from the southeast corner on all fours. They all wore collars around their necks, and a thin black rope was pulled up by the companions behind them. Dragging a fox's tail, barking like a dog.

The music suddenly changed, electronic dance music, panting and moaning all disappeared, replaced by low-pitched drumming: bang, bang, bang!
With the beat of the drum, the twin sisters, who were led by several companions like dogs, twisted their waists and crawled to the front of the big bed. One of them stretched out the tip of its bright red tongue, and gently licked a certain part of Han Zekai.

"Ah, ha, ha ha ha!"

Han Zekai shuddered, and let out a few wild laughs, reached out and grabbed the leather whip from a girl, and whipped it at the plump beautiful dolphins of the sisters.

Drums, more urgent!
(End of this chapter)