Chapter 118 is reasonable, Fu Ying visits

After the person left, Yuan Xiaosheng found that there was a trace of flushing on Fu Ying's face, and thought, maybe it was because of the drinking just now, but he didn't take it to heart, still standing in front of Fu Ying respectfully as in the past, and asked: "Fu ......" almost called Cheng Fu Township Chief again, and hurriedly changed his words: "Minister Fu, is there anything wrong?" ”

I didn't want Fu Ying to get up from the chair, lowered her head, and said as she walked out, "Can't I call you if it's okay?" As he spoke, he gently threw the bangs in front of him back. Only then did Yuan Xiaosheng see that Fu Ying had changed her hairstyle, cut off the previous pear blossom head, and left a simple ** head, which looked more cute than before. Yuan Xiaosheng was stunned for a moment, not knowing what appropriate words to use to respond, so he had to remain silent.

Walking to the door, Fu Ying said, "Let's go to my room." As he spoke, he walked away on his own in front. As a subordinate, Yuan Xiaosheng could only follow cautiously, and he always had a faint feeling in his heart that something seemed to happen to Fu Ying tonight, and there was the stamina Wuliangye that was making trouble in the river and the sea, making him feel uneasy for a moment, and the steps under his feet did not obey the call, one step at a time, and from time to time he would touch Fu Ying's body, a faint fragrance unique to a girl, like growing legs, drilled into Yuan Xiaosheng's nostrils, and the hormones in the pituitary gland continued to collapse out. Even the dantian swelled uncomfortably. It seems that the person who walked ahead was not the former township head, the current deputy director of the organization department, but a standard men's service worker, who could start at any time.

Coming out of the restaurant of the Municipal Party Committee Guest House, a cool breeze hit, and Yuan Xiaosheng sobered up a little, and found that he was really like a demon just now. Maybe the waiters who came and went would think that they were an out-and-out pervert, so they hurriedly and deliberately restrained themselves, and also distanced themselves a few steps from Fu Ying.

Fu Ying found that Yuan Xiaosheng was walking, and suddenly walked slowly, so she stood in place, looked back at her face and asked with a flushed face: "You are a big man, why can't you catch up with me as a girl when you walk?" ”

Yuan Xiaosheng smiled on his face, took a few steps, and followed, but scolded in his heart: You scratching the, isn't this clearly seducing Lao Tzu to commit a crime. In a trance, his eyes fell on Fu Ying's pretty buttocks. Fu Ying's walking posture has always been very formal, not like Wu Yanli, who can simply twist off the two buttocks, but her natural buttocks are fatter than those of other women, even if she doesn't deliberately twist her waist and walk, she still sways from side to side faintly, giving people a very soft and delicate feeling, without stroking, you know that it definitely has the feel of the upper layer.

Yuan Xiaosheng was looking at it in a daze, and Fu Ying suddenly turned around and asked angrily, "What are you looking at?" Although the voice was not very loud, it also startled Yuan Xiaosheng, and he was puzzled in his heart: Could it be that Fu Ying has eyes on her buttocks, maybe she will see it when she sees it, and because of the hazy sense of alcohol, she can't help but laugh twice, obviously that kind of bad smile, and she doesn't realize it.

Fu Ying turned around and pulled Yuan Xiaosheng's arm, stepped forward, and whispered in disgust as she walked: "I want to see enough of the room, don't be embarrassed outside." As he spoke, the flush on his face had turned crimson, and he didn't know what he wanted Yuan Xiaosheng to see.

The effect of Wuliangye has begun to play an irrepressible role in Yuan Xiaosheng's body, walking in the corridor, Yuan Xiaosheng's feet have already begun to stumble, if it weren't for Fu Ying's support, it is estimated that there would be a possibility of falling down at any time.

Entering the room, Fu Ying threw the already drunk Yuan Xiaosheng on the sofa like a pocket drop, took a long breath, turned around and took a hot towel from the bathroom, wiped it on Yuan Xiaosheng's face, poured boiling water again, put it on the coffee table, breathed a sigh of relief, sat opposite Yuan Xiaosheng, looked at Yuan Xiaosheng's face blankly for a long time, and muttered to herself: "I was going to tell you something, but now it seems that it is impossible." He sighed for a long time, as if there was an eternal sigh in his heart.

Although Yuan Xiaosheng was not lightly drunk, he did not completely lose consciousness, and he could hear Fu Ying's words vaguely, so he took over and asked: "Minister Fu, just say whatever you want to say to me, I will definitely do it." Of course, the speech was completely unfavorable, and the words were intermittent, but Fu Ying also listened to it sincerely, and then realized that Yuan Xiaosheng was not completely intoxicated, and couldn't help but cover his face with a big red cloth, and the woman's coquettish surname was exposed, stood up, pinched Yuan Xiaosheng's arm and said angrily: "I didn't expect you, a little villain, to pretend to be so good." It seemed that he was afraid that Yuan Xiaosheng would really hurt again, and after pinching, he couldn't help but stroke Yuan Xiaosheng's arm.

It is difficult to distinguish right from wrong in Yuan Xiaosheng's half-drunk and half-awake state, Fu Ying's pinch on Yuan Xiaosheng's body will not produce any pain, and he didn't even notice Fu Ying's coquettishness, as if it was not Fu Ying sitting next to him, but Nan Suqin, or Ma Yue, or even Tian Xiaorong, his hand involuntarily reached over and touched Fu Ying's face lovingly.

"Xiaosheng." Fu Ying grabbed Yuan Xiaosheng's hand, put it on his face, half-tilted his head, and sandwiched Yuan Xiaosheng's wrist between his neck and shoulders.

Yuan Xiaosheng only felt that the world was spinning, all the items in front of him were blurry and difficult to identify, he was like a wounded bird, but he vaguely felt that Nan Suqin was sitting beside him, comforting his soul with her jade onion-like hands. I wanted to speak, but I opened my mouth a few times, but I didn't make a sound, and my throat seemed to be firmly stuffed with cotton.

Fu Ying saw Yuan Xiaosheng open his mouth, thinking that Yuan Xiaosheng wanted to drink water, so he took the teacup, tasted it on his mouth again, and felt that it didn't hurt anymore, so he picked up Yuan Xiaosheng's head and fed it.

Although Yuan Xiaosheng felt that his throat was uncomfortable, he didn't feel so thirsty, and after taking a sip, he couldn't swallow it anymore, pushed the water cup away, and threw himself into Fu Ying's arms at once, and kept shouting Nan Suqin's name in his heart, but he couldn't call it, I don't know what happened, it seemed that tears were about to pour out. I heard others say that some people are drunk and crying, and they have never felt this way, but today they don't know what's wrong, is it because they have subconsciously suffered endless grievances. But everything in reality is the result of his own efforts, what is there to be wronged about, I can't help but feel a little ridiculous, I reached out and lifted Fu Ying's shirt, saw the flat snow white, and finally found the reason why I wanted to cry just now.

-- Maybe it's too aggrieved.

I couldn't care so much, I tore and pulled Fu Ying's clothes apart, and my big mouth had already gnawed indiscriminately, and I didn't think it was enjoyable enough, and I didn't know what to do, so I moved my big hand up a little, stretched out behind Fu Ying, and after groping for a long time, I finally untied it. Her mind was already crowded with Nan Suqin's shadowy body, and her movements became more and more presumptuous.

At this moment, Fu Ying didn't think about it, but she didn't know that it would come so quickly, so suddenly, so fast that she didn't have time to make any psychological preparations, and suddenly she was a little overwhelmed, and after all, it was the first time, and she didn't know what to do, I didn't know if it was right for Yuan Xiaosheng to do this, and after thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't think of a reason, so she boiled everything down to the underworld, maybe this is fate. Let everything happen as fate arranges.

In a daze, a former township chief and now the head of the organization department actually regarded Yuan Xiaosheng as his own destiny. This may be absurd enough, but who can say that this absurdity is not a kind of life.

The first time she came into contact with a man, Fu Ying's heart was a little nervous, just like when she was twenty-four years old, when she stepped onto the rostrum for the first time as the head of the township, although her heart was panicked to the extreme, she was constantly warning herself that she must be calm, and only calm can she truly experience the realm of a leader. And now only by being calm, or adding something else, can you appreciate what it means to be a complete, true woman.