Fang Yicheng didn't come today.
Gu Yan felt a little flustered. Why did it seem like she was secretly hoping for his arrival?
She hurriedly took a taxi to Liang's. When she opened the door, Liang Feifan frowned and glared at her. When he saw that it was her, the cold impatience in his eyes turned into surprise.
He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her passionately. "How come you had time to come see me?"
"I've come to inspect the people's conditions." She hooked her arm around his neck, smiling slyly.
He chuckled and bit her lip. "Hmm, a surprise inspection?"
"Hmm, where did you hide those seventy-two concubines? Bring them out so I can see them too."
"Little one," he hugged her tighter, "missed me?"
Secretary Lin knocked cautiously on the door and brought in heated food. Seeing her boss's smiling face, she shuddered. These past few days, the office had been replacing many broken pieces of equipment daily, and the entire building's managers were barely getting a few hours of rest a day, constantly on the verge of the boss's outbursts. She routinely asked about the boss's lunch arrangements, often nearly bursting into tears from the cold.
The hard times are finally over...
On his way here, Gu Yan passed by his usual restaurant and bought some crystal steamed dumplings and spicy crispy pork. He intended to share them with the people in the secretary's office as snacks, but he ate them all by himself with great relish.
"Didn't you have lunch?" she asked, somewhat surprised, as it was already afternoon.
"A person doesn't have much of an appetite."
Hearing his childlike complaints, she couldn't help but chuckle. "If you want to invite me to lunch, you can make an appointment in advance."
Liang Feifan had finished all the snacks, opened a bottle of red wine and sipped it slowly, leaning back casually on the sofa. "I thought your appointments were already full."
Gu Yan sensed his implied meaning and, in order to avoid further conflict, simply ignored him.
He got angry when he saw that she was unmoved. "What, are you here today to thank me for not stopping you from reliving your old romance?"
Gu Yan felt a chill run down her spine from his sarcastic remark. "You think it is, so be it."
Liang Feifan suddenly stood up from the sofa, took a few steps over, grabbed her, and said, "You've gone too far!" He picked her up and carried her back.
Gu Yan screamed and was given a few cold slaps on the buttocks. "Behave yourself."
He pressed her down into the soft sofa, where she sank deep. Before he could even strip her naked, he reached under her skirt and ripped off her panties, then pulled down his own pants and rushed inside.
She felt ashamed of this fully clothed state and kicked her legs in refusal. After a while, she was exhausted, but he didn't move an inch. He simply pressed her down easily, enjoying the tightening caused by her struggles.
"You're a pervert... Get out... Um..." He's so busy, with secretaries coming and going, she'd be too ashamed to face anyone if someone saw her. She wondered how good the soundproofing was here; maybe people outside were practically glued to the door listening!
"Do you really want me to get out?" he asked slowly as he circled and rubbed inside her.
"Mmm..." She tilted her head back, suppressing the groan that was about to escape her throat.
Liang Feifan nudged her a few more times, then suddenly withdrew.
She was already very wet, and when his desire withdrew, he felt a wet, cool emptiness below, which was extremely uncomfortable.
“You…” Gu Yan’s face flushed red as she glared at him.
"You told me to leave." He sat up leisurely, released her disheveled clothes, and began to masturbate in front of her.
Gu Yanqi, this man, is sometimes so childish that he's almost shameless.
She turned her head away, but all she could hear was his heavy breathing. The wet, slippery liquid on his desire was hers, and the sound of his large hands caressing the fluid made her mouth dry.
After a long while, he let out a muffled groan of pleasure, and hot white fluid was suddenly sprayed onto her arm.
She stared at the dripping liquid, feeling utterly devastated. Then she saw him leaning back on the sofa, eyes closed, seemingly lost in ecstasy. Angered, she stood up and turned to leave.
"Hmm, is my little darling craving something?" He pulled her back and held her tightly in his arms.
"You're so greedy! Let go, I want to go back to the company." She pushed him away.
"I haven't satisfied you yet, you're not allowed to go anywhere."
"Oh?" She deliberately raised an eyebrow, looking at his somewhat limp lower body after his release. "You still have 'something' to feed me?"
He chuckled in a low voice, "Provoke me? You'll have to bear the consequences."
To him, she was the most potent aphrodisiac; with just one passionate kiss, she was breathless, and he was already hard as iron again.
"Mmm..." She really wanted it, kicking his belt with her toes and pushing his pants down even further, her two slender white thighs wrapping around his strong waist like a fairy.
He took out one hand, picked up the red wine on the table, took a sip, and fed it to her. After a few sips, watching the alcohol gradually redden her face, he took another small sip, pressed it against her lips, but did not feed it to her. Instead, he moved it down her cheeks, holding her rosy cheeks in his mouth, and gradually spat out a little bit of red wine, then licked it evenly on her breasts with his tongue.
He sipped the wine, spreading it over her upper body. She bit her lip, lost in a daze, moaning softly like a kitten. He gulped down several large mouthfuls, swirled the remaining half-bottle of red wine, and with a wicked grin, inserted the slender bottle neck into her. The bottle was cold, but her body was burning hot. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her legs kicking and struggling. He kissed her patiently, "Be good, don't rush."
The long neck of the bottle slowly sank in, two smooth petals holding the bottle, making his eyes burn with desire. She lay there, and the bottle gradually leveled out, a little of the liquid inside flowing in, coolly entering deeper into her flower path. She finally forgot that she was in the CEO's office and began to moan softly.
His hand began to move, the long neck of the bottle rotating in and out, gradually increasing in speed. The liquid inside slammed into her body, then was involuntarily compressed and flowed out, overflowing onto the sofa, some of it flowing back into the bottle.
The bottle neck moved in and out coldly, while his large hands teased her passionately. The bottle slid up and down, poking and prodding her. He adjusted the angle slightly, then struck her most sensitive spot with a heavy blow from the bottle neck, grinding and pushing hard. She arched her body and reached her first climax.
With one hand he held the bottle deep inside her, and with the other he held her head and kissed her fiercely. When she stopped convulsing so violently, he lifted her up, pulled her up to sit in his lap, and slowly rotated the bottle neck out of her body. "Mmm..." Her nails slid across his hard arm muscles, but he held them firmly in place, unable to move.
“Look, there’s more wine now,” he said with a wicked grin, pulling out a bottle and waving it in front of her. Glistening liquid clung to the bottle's walls, slowly dripping down. He stuck out his tongue and erotically licked the glistening liquid off the bottle neck.
"It smells so good," he said in a hoarse voice. "Would you like to try some?"
She breathed heavily, her face flushed, and turned her head away. He chuckled softly, and then actually took the bottle opening into his mouth, mimicking the position he had used inside her. Gu Yan was utterly mortified; he was doing it on purpose! Such a erotic imitation of their earlier actions! Her whole body went limp in his arms, and her lower body began to throb with desire again.
"Here'll give you a sip." He brought the bottle to her lips, but she turned her head away and, unable to bear it, bit his chest hard. He felt a tickle, let out a soft moan, and shuddered, but she wouldn't let go. He laughed and poured some wine on her face. She felt the coolness and released her grip. He licked the wine off her face, bit by bit, kissing her gently. She tasted the wine in his mouth, the rich aroma of red wine mixed with a sweet, sensual flavor.
Liang Feifan placed her on the desk, raised the tabletop, and spread her legs as wide as possible before thrusting in again. Each thrust was so forceful it felt like it was going to break her apart. Sitting on the cool desk, her lower body felt exceptionally small and tight due to the pressure of the desk and her body. He couldn't control himself, thrusting in and out with great force. Gradually, she lost her strength to cling to his neck any longer, whimpering as she slid down. He was in high spirits, so he placed her upper body on the desk as well, spreading her legs wide open, and he thrust powerfully between her legs.
The rough surface of the table rubbed against her back, causing a soreness. She sat up, "Feifan... um... be gentle..."
Her sweet words were tinged with soft moans, and he was aroused by her charm. He pressed his large hand against her hip bone, holding her firmly in place, and thrust in harder and harder with each stroke. "Little darling, does it feel good...?" he asked her, panting heavily.
She gave a soft snort and turned her face away. How could she answer such an embarrassing question?
"Hmm?" He thrust in hard, then pulled out to her entrance, rubbing and swirling with ecstasy before unexpectedly slamming in. Nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep, three shallow thrusts and two deep ones, she was driven mad by his half-hearted, half-real torment, "Hmm...hmm...harder...ah..."
She lost her mind, screaming incoherently. Her breasts swayed violently from the impact, her beautiful hair flying back, her entire body rising and falling seductively on his desk. She trembled and sobbed softly, "So heavy... Fei Fan En... No more... I'm going to die..."
"No." He reassured her, carefully picking her up and holding her in his arms, supporting her buttocks to maintain their joined position. His large hands pressed down, making his thick member penetrate deeper. As they walked from the desk to the wall, she had already climaxed again, crying and begging him. He pressed her against the wall, his upper body pressing heavily against hers, his head buried in her shoulder, biting her earlobe and neck. He thrust in and out hard dozens of times, finally pressing tightly against her with a jolt, and ejaculated with a low growl.
angry
"Yicheng".
Fang Yicheng stopped stumbling and turned around in surprise. "Father, why aren't you resting yet?"
"I'm waiting for you." The old general was nearing forty, but his back was still straight, though his gray hair and cloudy eyes could not hide his decrepitude.
“Ha,” Fang Yicheng reeked of alcohol, but his voice was still relatively clear, “Are you going to stop me again? Seven years ago you promised me that once I opened up the situation in the south, I could come back to find her, and I did it. Father, now, I’m going to do what I want to do.” His eyes were bright and burning, and his handsome face was full of determination and resolve.
Fang Zheng sighed. This was his favorite youngest son, and he wanted to help him achieve great things. So when he needed to find a novice to infiltrate the Gu family, he didn't hesitate to recruit him from the FBI in the United States, hoping to give him a high starting point. But things didn't go as planned. Love makes heroes weak.
“Yicheng, I understand your difficulties. I haven’t made things difficult for you all these years because you’ve been unwilling to get married. But everyone has their own destiny. It’s fate that the youngest daughter of the Gu family can’t be with you. People always have to look forward.” The old man had spent his life in the military, and he always spoke directly and frankly.
"If she's not ahead of me, I'll stay put," Fang Yicheng whispered.
"So what's the purpose of all this commotion? To cause mutual destruction?" In recent days, Fang Yicheng has been working with his two older brothers' forces to fight Liang Feifan from south to north in politics and business, causing chaos and panic among the people.
“My brothers helped me because they had their own considerations and were confident in their abilities. Up until now, they have only been supporting me from behind. What I’ve been doing is all part of a plan that I’ve been laying out for years. Father, don’t worry.” He smiled and winked, a bittersweet mischief in his eyes. “As for my purpose, I just want to cause trouble for Liang Feifan.”
Fang Zheng's lips twitched. This son of his had gone mad.
The black Mercedes was parked under the tree, and Gu Yan spotted it at a glance.
I went over and knocked on his car window, but he didn't wake up.
He has always been a light sleeper. In the past, his room was downstairs from hers. Whenever she got up in the middle of the night to close the window, he would send her a text message: "Xiao Yan, can't you sleep?"
Just as he was about to leave, he woke up and was startled to see her standing by the car. He quickly opened the door and got out.
"Sorry, I stayed up all night last night so I slept a little too soundly." He rubbed his eyes like a child.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. I wasn't waiting for you," she replied with a smile, polite but distant.
Fang Yicheng reached out and tapped her nose. "You brat, fine, I was the one waiting for you."
His movements were too fast and too familiar; she didn't have time to dodge, and gave an awkward smile, "What is it?"
"Didn't you say you'd be my tour guide? I finally have a day off, take me sightseeing." He said to her earnestly, head down.
"I still have to go to work."
"I'll treat you to dinner, consider it compensation for your perfect attendance bonus, okay?"
His stubborn insistence, the newly sprouted stubble on his chin, and his tired expression were heartbreaking.
“Go to the company entrance, I’ll drive the car over, be quick, okay?” he whispered in her ear.
Gu Yan couldn't help but smile.
Fang Yicheng calculated the timing and angle perfectly, increased the throttle, and rushed forward, executing a beautiful drift before the car came to a sudden stop at the entrance of Yuanda.
"Get in the car quickly!" Fang Yicheng reached over the passenger seat, opened the car door, and shouted loudly to Gu Yan.
His eyes were clear as he looked up, and a beautiful curve appeared on his mischievous lips, just like the year they secretly slipped away. He stood under the wall with his arms outstretched, smiling as he called out to her, who was hesitating on the wall, "Xiao Yan, don't be afraid, I'm here."
I got on the bus without even realizing it.
The car swerved sharply, speeding across the lawn beside the door. Gu Yan saw Ah Hu and the others' panicked faces becoming increasingly blurry in the rearview mirror, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.
Are you happy?
"Huh?" Gu Yan snapped out of her daze and saw him concentrating on driving, but with a mischievous smile on his face. "Yeah."
Fang Yicheng wasn't surprised by her affirmative answer. She wasn't the kind of girl who liked being tied down; her biggest dream was simply to be a nine-to-five office lady. But how could Liang Feifan not try to tie her down?
Where are we going?
"Shooting range".
After ten rounds, Fang Yicheng was leading by eight rings.
"Your skill has declined, my disciple." Fang Yicheng made a shooting gesture. He had taught her for a long time back then, and their skill levels eventually became comparable.
“Master, you’re always cooking this stuff. I’m lucky I don’t have to rely on this to make a living. It’s only natural that we’re a little rusty, right?” Gu Yan replied, swirling her wine glass. As a high-ranking official, the food served in the VIP room at a shooting range in the suburbs was more exquisite than that of a high-end restaurant in the city.
“Heh,” Fang Yicheng clinked glasses with her, “You seem to be constantly reminding me that Liang Feifan treats you very well.”
"No need to remind me, this is a fact, anyone with eyes can see it."
Do you still love me?