Chapter Twenty-Six: Lotus Blossom
In the middle of the night, the government cars on Nakanoshima gradually dispersed. γLatest chapter reading. Next, the whole night belongs to Hinty.
It was the first time she had spent the night in Nakanoshima, and she wasn't expecting to get clues about the mausoleum or anything else, as long as she made the big man feel comfortable and enjoyed. Under the guidance of the housekeeper, she walked through the jungle of antiquities and jade and entered Mr. Fu's bedroom.
Inside, a doctor and a nurse on duty were still packing their things. After a few words of explanation to the housekeeper, he left in a hurry. Cindy looked at the room, the dΓ©cor was also rustic and luxurious, and the owner preferred it. She looked at Mr. Fu, the first time she had come into contact with this big man so closely. Even like the Austrian general Thuroncel, the Bremerton accountant, and even Lei Yujian, these ambitious men wanted to see Mr. Fu but couldn't; The fate of countless people is under his control without knowing it. Now, Hindy easily came to him, so close to him.
He looked like he was just an ordinary old man, leaning back on the bed.
He shook his throat and asked the housekeeper a few basic words about Xindi, seemed to be satisfied, nodded, and let the housekeeper out.
"Come here."
She took a few steps forward.
"Sit here." He gestured to the bedside.
Xindi noticed that his eyes, which were sunken in dark sockets, were very strange, with small pupils and a lot of whites. He was in a very good mental state, not at all like an old man of his age. She sat softly next to him, did not speak, and was very quiet.
"Reach out to me."
She was a little hesitant, afraid that Mr. Fu would be a perverted old man, so she forcibly pulled her to the bed. But thinking of his preferred style and elegant temperament, I feel that this person is different and should not be so tacky. So he raised his hand and put it in the palm of Mr. Fu's hand.
The old man held Xindi's slender and graceful hand like cold jade, and slowly rubbed it.
At first, Xindi felt that his hands were hot, giving people a warm and reliable feeling, and the tension and worry in her heart gradually dissipated surrounded by warmth. Gradually, Xindi began to feel strange, her cheeks flushed, and her breathing became inexplicably short. The old man's hand was strong, and he was pressing on her with a very special technique, which made her feel excited, as if some impulse buried deep underneath had been awakened, throbbing regularly.
She realized that Mr. Fu was a person who knew the weaknesses and ** of women well, and it didn't take long for her to restrain herself and let out a soft moan.
Cindy wanted to fight a little and not surrender so quickly, so she tried to distract herself and tried to chat with the old man: "People outside say that you are different from ordinary people, and you are really ...... Particularly. β
"They, heh, always need something to talk about to pass the time." Mr. Fu spoke very slowly.
"Do you like people talking about you?"
"It doesn't matter if you like it or don't like it. The thoughts in everyone's mind, right now, are uncontrollable. β
"You're saying you can control it in the future." Xindi bit her lip, trying to understand the meaning of Mr. Fu's words, but the excitement brought by the other party came like a tide, making it difficult for her to suppress.
"No, it's not."
"What's that?"
"It should be said that it is guidance. Man, you can't be born knowing everything, but when you do, you need to make a right judgment. β
"Sir, you are a man who is very confident in judgment."
"Unfortunately, it's not always right."
He replied in a deep tone.
Xindi could hear that this sentence felt something else. But the current state of excitement made her unable to think, and her whole brain was active in pleasant feelings. "You, what do you think about choosing me? Do you think you made the right choice for me? β
"Well, I'm very confident in that." For the first time, he replied in an unthinking tone.
"Why?"
"Well, the reason is actually you, your talent."
"Talent, it feels hard to understand. But you've said that about other girls before, and there must have been others before me. β
"Yes. There is indeed another woman, very similar to you. β
The **** baked in his heart, let some emotion breed from the bottom of his heart, "Is it your lover?" β
"Not really. She's more like my child. β
"Isn't she with you anymore?"
"She won't listen to me, I'm already dead."
"If it were me, I wouldn't listen to you in the future, would you hate me?"
"Nope. But I'm going to be sad. β
Mr. Fu's slow speaking speed and frequent provocation of Xindi's **** presses, she really couldn't support it. There was a knock on the door outside the bedroom, and the housekeeper walked in. Xindi took the opportunity to pull her hand back and breathe a sigh of relief, she couldn't help rubbing her legs from side to side, trying to relieve the feeling of euphoria.
The housekeeper glanced at Xindi, then came to Mr. Fu's side and whispered a few words to him. The old man nodded a few times, and the housekeeper straightened up and said to Xindi, "Attention, look at the way I look." She hugged Mr. Fu and helped him up, sat upright, and put on his coat, "Take care of Mr. like this." β
Xindi will soon be able to get into shape.
The housekeeper said to Mr. Fu again, "He's here again." β
Mr. Fu nodded and said to Xindi, "You stay here." Then he staggered out of the bedroom with the help of the housekeeper, and the footsteps disappeared into the hallway.
The room fell silent.
Hindy sat quietly on the edge of the bed, licking her lips as she thought about the old man, thinking about what she should do tonight.
It didn't take long, and the old man had returned. She noticed that Mr. Fu's complexion was obviously much better than just now, his face was ruddy and his spirits were uplifted, maybe this visitor had good news tonight, or maybe this excitement had something to do with Xindi. In high spirits, he left the butler's support and asked Hindy to take care of herself and lay down and cover the quilt.
The housekeeper whispered to Xinti, "Next, I'll work hard for you." Then he exited the bedroom without Xinty's gaze. But she didn't close the door when she left, but covered it up. After a while, he walked in again, holding a large box in both hands, and respectfully placed it on the wooden table next to the door, and then bowed to Mr. Fu and closed the door and left. At the moment of closing the door, Xindi saw the housekeeper glaring at her, her eyes cold.
She was holding a clothes box, and when she opened it, she saw that it was a set of traditional underwear with exquisite workmanship.
The old man still sat on the bed and looked at her quietly.
Xindi understood that she had to change her clothes in front of Mr. Fu. The lights in the room were too bright, and she was a little uncomfortable. The old man saw her expression: "You can go to the door and dim the light." β
The night began. She did as instructed, dimmed the light, and then slowly took off her clothes and put on brand new underwear in a comfortable and soft environment. It's been a long process, and Mr. Fu is always watching. Xindi also gradually relaxed, after she put on, only to find that there was a layer of tissue paper under the underwear in the clothes box, she thought it was expensive pajamas, but when she lifted this layer of paper, she found that the bottom of the box was a few bundles of red cotton rope neatly arranged. Only then did she know that Mr. Fu had a special hobby, and his face was full of crimson. Touch it lightly and it feels comfortable.
"Are you alright?"
"yes, alright."
"Come here."
Cindy wisely and shyly carried the box containing the red cotton rope to the old man's bedside.
She wouldn't tell anyone what happened next, and no one knew. In short, she felt that Mr. Fu was indeed very gentle, like a gentleman, which made her not feel nervous or scared at all, and put herself in his hands with peace of mind. The old man was very patient, not impatient, and slowly let Xindi enjoy the whole process. This time, Xindi was completely stimulated to the point where she could not control herself, but she was unable to move and helpless in the restraints, so she could only twist her body and let out a soft moan. Her whole body and mind were unable to resist, and she was completely under the control of the other party. On the wide bed, she rubbed her skin against the soft and comfortable bedding like she had never felt before.
After a long while, she barely returned to normal, leaned over as much as possible, and looked at Mr. Fu: "Sir, are you satisfied like this?" β
"Yes. I am satisfied to see your satisfied look. β
"Is this where you are satisfied, manipulating the woman's ** on the side."
He laughed, his jaw shriveled and sharpened from the lack of teeth, "No. It depends on who. β
"Huh?"
"If it's the kind of woman who doesn't react, I don't like it."
Xindi struggled to twist her body, leaned over a little more, and looked sideways at Mr. Fu: "I have a reaction." β
"Yes, talented."
She seemed to remember something, and suddenly felt a little shy: "Since I came in, have you been paying attention to my reaction?" You just touched my hand to test it, right? β
"Well, I've been paying close attention to you, and I've been watching you since the first day you came."
"Really. When you first saw me, you thought I was a reactive woman. When she said this, she almost wanted to cover her face under the covers.
"Exactly. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let you in at all. β
"Have there been other women coming in before?"
"That's too much, but it's not satisfying."
As he said this, his tone continued to sink, making Xindy feel a special emotion mixed in with it. Xindi felt that what Mr. Fu really missed was the last woman he regarded as a child.
"You've been asking Manager Liang to find a woman like me."
"Well, you're smart."
"I can imagine it."
"Indeed, he really spent a lot of effort, and it is not easy to find a woman like you."
"Yes. He found Lei Yujian, and then he met me. Is Lei Yujian also your subordinate? "Hindy wants to do more to try.
"Who?" He lifted his eyelids.
"You don't know Mr. Lei Yujian."
"I haven't heard of it. Hmm," he frowned, as if deliberately thoughtful, "is that your boyfriend?" β
"No, it's a business partner, don't mention him."
"You're out there, you have a boyfriend, but it doesn't matter. I just need to see you satisfied, and I'll be happy. β
She answered, wondering if this sentence was a temptation for herself.
Mr. Fu turned around and released Xindi, and then massaged her with his unique technique. Xindi only felt comfortable, and before she knew it, her body began to get excited again, and she gasped, completely forgetting herself again. I just felt that the old man was watching him from the side and admiring himself.
The night was long, and she had nowhere to run.
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