Chapter 17 In full swing

In Shang Rong's impression, all state staff go to work at the hour, and the police are no exception.

So, he got up before dawn and wanted to take the opportunity to go home.

Looking at Gao Yàn who was still sleeping, Shang Rong laughed and scolded: This woman was satisfied last night. Maybe when will she get up today? But she had to get up early.

There was no movement on the street at this time.

Shang Rong finished washing and was about to go out when he suddenly remembered Ailin, who was sleeping in another bedroom.

Last night, when Gao Yàn reached its peak of emotional and physical pleasure, he encouraged the man to go to the next door to carry Ailin, saying that he wanted to see the man deflower the girl with his own eyes.

Shangrong naturally will not meet the requirements of high-Yan pervertedness.

For some reason, although he has always been salivating about Ailin, he can never make any moves at critical moments.

It seemed that this girl was a beautiful piece of porcelain, afraid that she would be damaged by accident.

Just like my childhood hobbies, the more delicious the food, the more reluctant it is. I have to find ways to hide it. When I am really greedy, I will take it out and take a look, put it in my hand and play with it for a while, and then continue to treasure it.

Shang Rong treats Ailin now with this mentality.

The light in Ailin's room was dim. Shang Rong did not turn on the light, but walked to the girl's bed and squatted down.

I saw the girl sleeping soundly, her hair was scattered on the pillow, her mouth was slightly open, and bursts of the girlish fragrance was pouring out.

The quilt was pulled to the neck, covering the whole body.

Looking at the girl's sleepiness, although she had eaten very much last night, Shang Rong still felt the feeling of hunger from the depths of her soul.

He reached out and gently lifted a corner of the quilt, looked inside, and a sweet heat rushed out of the quilt, just like Ailin's little hands stroking his cheek.

Shang Rong couldn't help but close his eyes and took a few deep breaths, his heart rising and falling like he was drunk.

The light in the room was too dark, and there was almost nothing in the quilt, but the floral vest on the girl's body could still be vaguely recognized. The bulge on her chest was shrouded in the shadow, and the faint light was refracted with her slow breath.

Shang Rong's eyes shone in the darkness. He mobilized all the sensory organs in his body and experienced this extremely erotic scene. Desire passed through his soul like a tide. That kind of ecstasy, stimulating, and unforgettable love cannot be described in words.

Shang Rong gently covered the girl with trembling hands, and the muscles on her face changed shape due to excitement, revealing the man's ugliest moment.

As if enduring great pain and as if enjoying great pleasure, Shang Rong stood up tremblingly and staggered out of the girl's bedroom with the tenacity that ordinary people never had.

The air in the early morning of spring is as cool as water, a crescent moon hangs obliquely in the horizon. Occasionally, a car whizzes past the road, and a faint voice comes from afar.

Shang Rong knew that only sanitation workers could get up so early in the morning, and they were all older wives.

They add glory to the city, but they will never be able to walk under the sun.

Shang Rong's mind was stimulated by Ailin's fever gradually calmed down. She sat in the car and lit a cigarette. While smoking, she was thinking about whether she had to take the risk of going home. In fact, he could have called Zihui to a relatively safe place to meet. However, if he did that, he would not know where to go after seeing Zihui, and would never know whether his home was safe.

Shang Rong slowly started the car with a cruel heart.

From a general perspective, Qi Shundong should not have actual evidence of his crime. Now that Zhang Ming is dead, why should he arrest him if he doesn’t even have a witness?

Unless he is desperate and kidnapped himself like catching Zihui, if that is the case, it will be useless to avoid it, and it will sooner or later fall into his hands.

The sky gradually brightened, and scattered pedestrians began to appear on the road.

The house where Shang Rong lived was calm as usual. There were two old ladies who were waving their legs and feet. Due to the underground parking lot, there were not many cars at the door.

Shang Rong saw the guard coming out and stood at the door and smoked leisurely.

He observed the movements in front of his house from a distance from the car, but he couldn't see the difference between today and the past.

I couldn't help laughing at my timidity, maybe I was too nervous.

Although I comforted myself, from getting off the car and walking to the hall, then taking the elevator from the hall to the floor where I live, Shang Rong couldn't breathe, as if a policeman would suddenly rush out from an inconspicuous corner at any time.

Until he took out the key and opened the door and entered the room with trembling hands, he leaned against the door and gasped for a while.

Damn, the real fear is not knowing where fear comes from.

Shang Rong summed up his emotions and noticed that no one at home had gotten up.

These lazy wives.

Then he raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It turned out that it was less than five o'clock.

It seems that I am too diligent.

This time, Shang Rong did not sneak into Zi Hui's bedroom first, but entered Zhu Hong's room lightly. Standing at the door of the bedroom, he saw the figure of a woman sleeping on the bed, slowly approaching the edge of the bed, and the concave and undulating lines in the quilt gradually became clear.

Shang Rong thought of the plump and fat body in the quilt, and couldn't help but feel a little impulsive. In a blink of an eye, he saw a Bible on the bedside table, and the gold-burned font on the cover flashed with a dazzling light in the morning light.

For some reason, when looking at this Bible, Shang Rong's impulse disappeared miraculously.

It seems that Zhang Caixia's efforts on women have achieved good results. Perhaps one day, women will dedicate their bodies to God and will no longer serve themselves.

Thinking of an important purpose of coming back this time, Shang Rong stretched out his hand and wanted to wake up the woman, but he stopped again when he reached halfway through the center.

Lu Feng’s whereabouts should be absolutely confidential now, and the fewer people know, the better.

In subconsciously, Shang Rong remembers the fact that Zhu Hong is Qi Shundong's ex-wife, and it seems that this title itself is a bit unsettling.

Let’s find Mrs. Yang.

Mrs. Yang's bedroom is next to the study downstairs. Since her son Jianbin followed Shang Rong, she moved to the house at the request of her master.

Mrs. Yang felt very honored for this, because the male owner used her body when she was sticking out her butt, so she secretly regarded herself as the female owner. Of course, she could not compare with the ones sleeping upstairs. However, when she thought of Zhu Hong, Mrs. Yang felt that it was really unfair to be naive!

Although I dare not compare with those young people, why are my things not as good as Zhu Hong?

Despite the emotion, Mrs. Yang is already very satisfied with this ending.

At this moment, Mrs. Yang had woken up, and she was always the first person to wake up in this room.

Seeing that it was still early, I was lying in bed thinking about the various chores to be completed at home today.

Suddenly, the bedroom door slowly opened. In the morning light, Mrs. Yang was surprised to see the male owner's ghostly body slipping in through the crack of the half-open door.

Mrs. Yang suddenly felt panic. She didn't know whether it was joy or leisure. The only thing she could do was close her eyes and pretend to be asleep, while trembling and waiting for the male owner's happiness.