After coming out of MG, Yan Murong and Dong Wuyan did not go back to their respective homes, but directly opened a room in a hotel under Dong Wuyan's name, and then, of course, they had a friendly match without clothes.

After a fierce hand-to-hand battle, Dong Wuyan lay in Yan Murong's arms with a heart-warming flush on his face, and his slender fingers kept drawing circles on Yan Murong's chest. Suddenly, one finger turned into two, and then, grabbing the bulge on Yan Murong's chest, twisted it vigorously.

"Hey, what are you doing, let go, it hurts, it hurts." Yan Murong exclaimed, and while shouting, he pulled Dong Wuyan's hand that was holding his chest.

"Hmph, Yan Murong, Yan Murong, are you long-lasting." Dong Wuyan let go of his hand, a sneer on the corner of his mouth. "Now it's a trick to trick people so that they don't even have to hit a draft, and even I have been deceived. Looks like my grandfather doesn't know about it, right? ”

"Oh, that's it?" Yan Murong smiled wryly, rubbed his red chest that was twisted by Dong Wuyan, and said. "I also have no choice but to - Hong Kong looks quite peaceful now, but I always have a bad premonition, you also saw the photo just now, right? Do you think that person looks a lot like Zheng Wuming? ”

"Didn't he let you kill him?" Dong Wuyan asked suspiciously.

"Say what?" Yan Murong corrected. "I didn't kill him, he broke his head with a gun, and it has nothing to do with me."

"It doesn't matter how he died." Dong Wuyan said. "I just don't understand what you're worried about? Since he is dead, and you have seen it with your own eyes, it proves that the person in the photo will not be him - unless the corpse is faked, otherwise with the current level of science, it seems that it is impossible to resurrect a person whose head has been broken by bullets, oh, by the way, there is also a possibility that this person just looks like Zheng Wuming. ”

"I thought so, too." Yan Murong nodded and said. "However, the person in this photo gives me a very strange feeling. Although it is very vague, this figure is very familiar to me, and I think he is Zheng Wuming. ”

"Zheng Wuming is dead." Dong Wuyan said emphatically again. "Unless it's a fraudulent corpse, this person definitely can't be Zheng Wuming."

"It's hard to say, maybe it's a ghost?" Yan Murong said with a smile. "I'm a materialist, but just because you haven't seen something doesn't mean it doesn't exist – like WI-FI."

"Be serious." Dong Wuyan said angrily. "What are you kidding at this time?"

"I'm already serious." Yan Murong pursed his lips and said. "My sixth sense is no worse than a woman's, it's just that you don't believe it."

"It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that I can't believe it." Dong Wuyan said. "Although I believe in God, it is only a belief, a vision for a better future, and it does not mean that I believe that there are really gods and angels, as for the sixth sense, it is too unreliable."

"yes, that's unreliable." Yan Murong said with a smile. "So, I'm trying to find a reason for me to believe in myself."

"Alright, don't talk about that." Dong Wuyan moved his body, found a more comfortable position and leaned into Yan Murong's arms, and said. "You hid my grandfather and them, what are you going to do?"

"Guess what." Yan Murong stretched out his hand to hold Dong Wuyan, his arm passed under her, held the softness of her chest from the other side, and gently kneaded it for a while, until Dong Wuyan gasped before he said with a smile. "If you guess right, there's a big prize."

"Y-you're honest." Dong Wu's voice was like a gossamer, and the ruddy face was crawling all over the face. After being with Yan Murong for a long time, she found that she couldn't do without him more and more. She used to like women, but now she has found out that it is not as good as coming with a man a hundred times with a woman.

"I'm already honest." Yan Murong lifted the quilt and looked at it, pointed to it and said. "It's you who are not honest."

"You-you say it quickly, otherwise--I'll bite you off, so that your family's Zhenggong lady won't be able to enjoy it in the future." Dong Wuyan tried her best to make a fierce expression, but the shy pink expression on her face betrayed her true thoughts.

"She can't enjoy it, and neither can you." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"What are you afraid of, the old lady has the Roman Emperor." Dong Wuyan raised his head and said proudly.

"Roman Emperor? What is it? Yan Murong asked suspiciously.

"Lollipop-" Dong Wuyan snorted, opened Yan Murong's kneading hand on her chest, and said. "Don't make a fuss, just talk about it."

"Yes." Yan Murong said. "But you've got to keep your mouth in order, and don't go out and talk nonsense."

"You can't trust me?"

"It's not that I can't trust you, it's just that I can't believe your mouth."

"How do you believe that?"

"Hehe-he-" Yan Murong showed a lewd smile, lifted the quilt and pointed inside, and said. "You've got it right, and you're responsible for letting it rest for a while." ――

For a bar, before twelve o'clock can only be regarded as a hot scene, and after twelve o'clock can be regarded as a whole crazy time. At this time, it is the busiest time of the bar, and all kinds of men and women who have already drunk are dancing on the dance floor, twisting their bodies wildly, making all kinds of eye-catching movements, and unbridled to vent the most primitive desires of human nature - if you are lucky enough, stand next to the dance floor for a few minutes, and you may not see bras or panties flying out of the dance floor.

In the office on the third floor of MG, after Yan Murong and Dong Wuyan left, another guest was ushered in, it was at Yang Sirong's birthday banquet that Yan Murong was angry with Yan Murong at the birthday banquet.

"What should Wang Shao drink?" Ye Lanjun asked with a smile.

"Whatever, anything." The king of kings sat on the sofa, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it, and took a hard puff before speaking. "As long as it's wine, I don't think you will have any defective products here."

"Then drink Lafite, '82, I brought it back from the United States, genuine." Ye Lanjun said with a smile. "Wang Shao's news is really well-informed, he can find this place so quickly."

"It's no secret." The king of kings said with a smile. "I come here a lot to play, and I know what's going on here."

Hearing the words of the king of kings, a chill flashed in Ye Lanjun's eyes, but he quickly covered it up, poured two glasses of wine and put them in front of the king of kings, and asked with a smile. "I don't know if Wang Shaoda came to Ye at night, is there anything wrong?"

"Of course there is." The king of kings picked up his wine glass, drank the red wine in the cup in one gulp, and said. "Cooperation, I want to cooperate with you."