Except for the sound of water being discharged, Zhu Jixun could not hear any other sounds. The sound insulation effect here is of course much better than that of a hotel. Otherwise, such a place would not be a place where these leaders could visit. In this regard, Zhu Jixun
I know.
At this time, Guo Jiangyan regarded Mr. Yue as Cao Cao, and she served this man like an emperor. When taking a bath, she knelt down like a eunuch to rub the man's back, massage, and relax his muscles, waiting for the man to say he didn't need it.
After that, she didn't use a towel to wipe the water off the man's body. At first, Mr. Yue looked at Guo Jiangyan with a puzzled face, thinking that at this point, she didn't want to accompany him to the huge bed outside.
Give her to him in the true sense of the word.
Until Guo Jiangyan opened her mouth, re-massaging Mr. Yue with the tip of her tongue, and sucking the water drops on his body, this man who had seen countless people and thought that no woman of any kind would stir up too many waves in him, was still
Guo Jiangyan conquered.
Even if Cao Cao were still alive, he might not be able to enjoy such treatment. The place where the tip of his tongue came out of his small mouth was as gentle as the spring breeze, and his bright red lips moved downward inch by inch.
When moving, the feeling of unprecedented achievement and domination was fully evoked by Guo Jiangyan's movements at this time.
Doesn't this woman just want a post of ***? Here.
Mr. Yue was inspired by Guo Jiangyan's stunning movements and put his arms around her shoulders and said: "I will take care of your affairs for you, but when I need you, you must come north to accompany me. Also, you are
My woman, I don’t like the feeling of being a ‘Hulun Buir’.”
When Guo Jiangyan heard what Mr. Yue said, she realized that she had made the right bet again. What were these conditions? She, Guo Jiangyan, would agree to any conditions more than these!
Once a woman gives up, her potential inner strength is unimaginable by men!
At least Zhu Jixun, who is separated by a wall, never dreamed that Guo Jiangyan would have such means, let alone that during such a trip north, he would no longer be able to have Guo Jiangyan, and even touching her little hand would be impossible!
When Zhu Jixun heard nothing, he was surprised and worried. In his heart, he hoped that Guo Jiangyan would not treat other men sincerely, so that he and she could treat each other sincerely. What he was worried about was that Guo Jiangyan couldn't handle Mr. Yue like this.
of men, their purpose of going north would be in vain.
Zhu Jixun has not been entangled in such conflicts for many years. The most terrible thing is that he can't sleep peacefully and his mind can't calm down. What if Guo Jiangyan no longer belongs to him, will he draw water from a bamboo basket?
When Zhu Jixun was upset, he thought of Zhenggong and his son who were far away in the United States. Instead of calling Zhenggong, he called his son Zhu Huadong.
It was daytime in the United States, and Zhu Huadong and his mother Zhu Sufen were both at home. When he saw the call from Zhu Jixun, Zhu Huadong glanced at Zhu Sufen and said, "For eight hundred years, we don't care whether our father answers the phone or not?"
When Zhu Sufen heard what Zhu Huadong said, she was startled for a moment. She was also quite surprised, but she quickly motioned for Zhu Huadong to answer the phone. The less calls came, the more serious the matter.
After Zhu Huadong answered the phone, he asked Zhu Jixun, "Is the sun in China rising to the west today?"
Zhu Jixun ignored his son's dissatisfaction, smiled and said, "Xiaodong, how are you and your mother doing lately?"
Zhu Jixun, like all fathers in China, wanted to earn more money for the next generation and to spare his son from hardship. He gradually moved from pretending to be a grandson to the top position in northern Shaanxi. Only he knew the hardships involved.
At this time, Zhu Jixun really missed his son and Zhenggong. Life was getting shorter and shorter for him. He spent all his life on work and women. He only gave his son and Zhenggong a home in material life. From then on,
I didn't really care about their lives.
If he hadn't been stimulated tonight, Zhu Jixun knew very well that he would not have thought of Zhenggong and his son.
Zhu Huadong was too lazy to talk to Zhu Jixun about family matters, but handed the phone directly to Zhu Sufen. Zhu Sucha was startled, thinking that something big had happened in the country, and the hand that handed the phone from his son was trembling.
When Zhu Sufen answered the phone, Zhu Jixun was still talking: "Xiaodong, you should be nicer to your mother. We are both older. You have been playing for so many years, so you should do something for me and you.
"
Zhu Sufen had never heard Zhu Jixun talk about family matters with her son in such a tone. Her heart suddenly rose in her throat again. She found that she did not hate Zhu Jixun, this man still cared about her heart so much. She couldn't help but ask
: "Training camp, did something happen to you over there? You, if something happens to you, don't hide it from us. Xiaodong and I are your closest relatives."
For this couple who had been separated for more than ten years, on such a strange day, Zhu Jixun couldn't describe what it was like when faced with this call that was no longer ordinary. Home and relatives, probably only when he was hurt by Guo Jiangyan
I can only think of it when.
In the eyes of many foreigners, if a couple has not been together for more than three months, it is basically time to consider divorce. When foreigners are sent overseas, the whole family must come together. But in China, many couples have been separated for decades.
There are also many official wives with Chinese-style wives like Yu Zhusufen.
A Chinese-style family has endless worries and endless tiredness, and the cycle goes on and on, at least in Zhu Sufen's mind. Regardless of whether Zhu Jixun loves her or not, she believes that man is her husband.
Identification is a lifetime. She lives in the United States, and she knows that Americans know how to enjoy the most, Europeans are the most religious, and Chinese are full of competition and pressure from birth to death, but so what? She is still
She will regard Zhu Jixun as her heaven and her place.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Your Xiaodong takes good care of himself. If there's nothing else, I'm going to die." Zhu Jixun felt that his eyes were moistening. He couldn't say another word. He didn't wait for Zhu Sufen.
He spoke and hung up the phone.
At this moment, Zhu Jixun felt that he was really old. He was old. Only when he was old could he be so attached to his family.
The more Zhu Jixun behaves like this, the more Zhu Sufen worries about him. This man who never talks about family matters with her and her son has either encountered something particularly big or has some physical illness. The possibility of getting sick should be the highest.
And it must be a terminal illness, otherwise Zhu Jixun's personality would not make such useless remarks to her and her son late at night.
When Zhu Sufen was thinking this, she picked up her mobile phone and called Tan Xiuping.