On the outskirts of Zhongnan City, it was originally a lush wild vegetation, but at some point, it was converted into a large area of villas, and luxury cars came in and out every day, which was quite a prosperous scene.

What is different is that most of those luxury cars are not photographed, or have fake license plates, and I don't know what channel they handled through guò.

This is not your average wealthy area, it is inhabited by people of high and powerful positions.

Some of them kept their mistresses here, some used it as a vacation place, and some even made it a clubhouse, a place for other powerful people to develop their mistresses.

There is one family that is different.

The owner of this family is surnamed Han, who is the director of the Department of Culture who came to Zhongnan City not long ago, and after buying a villa, he directly gave the villa to his original partner.

Although Han Fenghe's income is as unclear as others, he still has a good reputation in the circle, and everyone praises him for being good to his wife and a man who really cares about his family.

Of course, only those who really know him know that it's not that he doesn't want to keep his mistress here, it's that he doesn't dare.

He was afraid of guilt.

Mrs. Han is a famous tigress in their social circle.

Just as Han Fenghe was conducting his private transactions in the Antiquities Zhai, there were bursts of howls in their villa.

A young man was lying on top of the bloated Mrs. Han, doing something that could not be described in detail.

I'm afraid Han Fenghe couldn't have imagined that when he was looking for fun outside, the Hedong lion at home was also looking for his own fun.

Half an hour later.

The sweaty young man finally stopped and lay next to him, unable to lift his breath.

As the saying goes, a wicked woman is as fierce as a tiger, not only about her character, but also about that aspect.

Comfortably lit a cigarette, Mrs. Han said with satisfaction: "Xiao Qiu, the appearance is good, much better than my dead ghost husband." ”

"Director Han is in charge of everything, and his body will inevitably be a little weak, so you should also grab some medicine for him."

Xiao Qiu smiled, it's not that he is really good to Director Han, it's just that his sturdy body is a little unbearable to meet Mrs. Han, if Director Han can usually sell his strength, he can also save some energy

A cold snort came from his nose, and Mrs. Han said contemptuously: "If he is really weak, I'm afraid that his little energy will be left to the little goblins outside." ”

"Ahh

Xiao Qiu opened his mouth wide, speechless in shock.

Co-author, Mrs. Han, knows everything about Director Han.

"Why, I think it's hard to believe, right?" said Mrs. Han as she stroked Xiao Qiu's head and smiled wickedly.

"It is rumored that you are very strict with Director Han, how can you condone him in this regard."

Xiao Qiu naturally understood what Mrs. Han's smile meant, but he was already tired as a dog, and he couldn't come again, so he quickly changed the topic and said.

With a mysterious blink, Mrs. Han revealed her way of making a husband.

"I don't care how Lao Han fools around outside, as long as he doesn't give money to any woman, I can accept it."

After saying this, Mrs. Han confidently pointed to the safe opposite, "Of course, the family's money is in my hands, and he has no chance to take it out if he wants to." ”

Suddenly, Xiao Qiu threw himself to the ground for the five bodies that Mrs. Han admired.

For a woman like Mrs. Han, it is inevitable that her husband will cheat, but Mrs. Han has grasped the most important lifeblood to maintain marriage.

That's the money.

"Enough rest, little one."

Suddenly, Mrs. Han turned over and sat on Xiao Qiu's body.

Xiao Qiu's heart chuckled, and the bitter water in his stomach surged, he just wanted to rely on Mrs. Han's relationship to go one step further in the Cultural Hall, who knew that Mrs. Han was such a difficult master to serve.

Just when Xiao Qiu was hesitating to go up again, he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening.

"The hall chief is back."

Xiao Qiu was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat in an instant.

Mrs. Han got out of bed angrily and casually put on a pair of pajamas: "Stay honest, don't make a sound." ”

Bang.

Mrs. Han closed the door.

In less than a few seconds, the door opened again.

Xiao Qiu felt that his heart was steady, and said with a smile: "It seems that it is not the director of the hall, it is the courier." ”

However, Mrs. Han did not joke as usual, but turned pale, as if she had seen something fearful.

Finally her whole body walked in.

Xiao Qiu was instantly frightened and bloodless.

Because Mrs. Han actually had a pistol on the back of her head, and the holder of the pistol was a mysterious man dressed in black, and even the mask was black, so she couldn't see the whole picture.

"Friend, I have money in my hands, I can give it to you as much as you want."

Beads of sweat dripping down her cheeks, but fortunately, Mrs. Han had seen some of the world and was not so panicked that she lost her mind.

She felt that as long as she was sincere, she could negotiate successfully.

It's a pity that her wishful thinking was still wrong.

"Who said I was here to ask for money"

The killer said abruptly, his sickly smile causing the air in the room to freeze instantly.

Mrs. Han couldn't help but be stunned: "If you don't want money, then you want to rob sex"

These words made Xiao Qiu happy, and he hurriedly said: "Big brother, the position is left to you, I'll get out." ”

"Don't move"

The killer shouted coldly, and immediately frightened Xiao Qiu to freeze his body, "Lao Tzu just doesn't choose to eat, and he can't look down on this kind of ugly woman, let's be honest, someone wants to buy her life." ”

"Then big brother, let me go, I must be rotten in my stomach about today's events, and I won't say a word."

Xiao Qiu swore an oath, but what he was waiting for was a bullet.

Bang.

Blood stained the sheets, and Xiao Qiu lay down in disbelief.

The last string on Mrs. Han's nerves finally snapped, and she let out a high-pitched and high-pitched shout, almost piercing the person's eardrum.

The shouting continued for a long time.

When Mrs. Han was hoarse, she still stood in the room, and Xiao Qiu's fate did not fall on her.

Swallowing her saliva, Mrs. Han turned her head tremblingly.

The killer unexpectedly lay on the ground, and I don't know if he was dead or fainted.

"Could it be that the old lady screamed too loudly and shook him to death," Mrs. Han said to herself in confusion.

"You've got a big brain."

Another unfamiliar voice rang out from the room, but there was no one in the room.

Mrs. Han thought she had seen a ghost, but her weak voice actually gained strength again, and she screamed wildly.

"You can't be quiet"

On the ground, there was an extra figure in front of Mrs. Han, but it was a bladed white wolf.

At the same time, the two happened to be staring at each other.

From the eyes of the white wolf, a gaze with a sense of command spread, which made a thought appear in Mrs. Han's heart, that is, to follow the instructions of the white wolf no matter what.

This is the chosen power of the white wolf

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