Old Sun and his daughter-in-law

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Old Sun isn't actually old.
People call him Old Sun mainly because Sun Wukong often refers to himself as Old Sun—initially, it was just a few of his mahjong friends who called him that, but gradually everyone around him started calling him Old Sun.
However, this Old Sun is not that Old Sun. He's 1.75 meters tall, with a robust build, and no one would compare the two.
Anyway: at the outermost edge of the market is a row of street vendors, one of whom is called Granny Wang. Old Sun often buys from her.
Granny Wang's dishes are exquisite, and she often has some new and interesting dishes.
Today, Old Sun has his eye on a dish—Gardenia flowers (or yellow gardenia flowers).
The green gardenia flowers are soaking in water, served in a large bowl, making Old Sun's appetite very high.
(Note: Yellow gardenia is a Chinese medicinal herb with heat-clearing and detoxifying effects. Its flowers, blanched in boiling water, with some green chilies, and drizzled with oil, are especially delicious… I love this dish the most.) Old Sun, what vegetables would you like to buy today? When Granny Wang saw her old customer arrive, she greeted him with a smile. "
Granny Wang, half a jin, please..." Old Sun pointed to the bowl of gardenia flowers... "How much?" Granny Wang rummaged through a plastic bag in a tattered basket as she said, "This stuff is precious, it costs 10 yuan a jin. And it's in season, so if you like it, buy more. You can soak it in water at home and keep it for a few days.
" Old Sun took out ten yuan: "Then give me a jin."
He added, "Granny flowers are good to eat, they clear heat, detoxify, and stimulate the appetite, it's just a pity they're only available for a few days a year..." At this moment, a young woman approached, bringing a faint fragrance, and chimed in: "Yes, right? He Jiong from Hunan TV has a song called 'Granny Blossoms,' it's being sung everywhere on the streets now—you've heard it, haven't you?" Old Sun smelled the faint fragrance emanating from the young woman, his heart skipped a beat, and he stood up to examine her closely.
Granny Wang said, "Are you talking about that pretty boy who hosts 'Happy Camp'?! What songs does he even know? 'Gardenia's Blossom,' he got the 'branch' part of the flower wrong, and he dares to sing! I think Wang Han is better; that guy is good at witty banter, I like him."
The young woman giggled, "Grandma, you're really funny..." She lifted her skirt and squatted down in front of Granny Wang's vegetable stall, saying, "I'll buy half a jin too."
Old Sun saw the young woman's bare white feet and pink slippers, and couldn't help but stare at her for a couple of seconds. But then he felt it wasn't appropriate to linger, so he hurried out of the market and headed home.
At the corner, he looked back again; the young woman was still squatting there, unmoved... Old Sun lived in Xianjia New Village, a quiet suburb of Changsha.
The community had excellent landscaping, and the property management was particularly good, though the fees were a bit expensive.
He bumped into Chen Hongzhuan in the stairwell. It was his name during the Cultural Revolution, meaning "both red and expert." He greeted Old Sun with a smile: "Director Sun, going to buy groceries?" Old Sun smiled back: "Yes, Old Chen, are you going out?" Chen Hongzhuan said: "My son's back. He's waiting for me at the door, saying we're going to Yinzhou for dinner." He
then hurried downstairs.
Old Sun couldn't help but envy Chen Hongzhuan, remembering he'd been home alone for almost two months, and shook his head.
A moment later, he reached the third floor, opened the door, and suddenly froze.
On the red carpet by the door lay a pair of pink women's sandals, the same color as the slippers the young woman had worn at the market.
The heels were thin and shiny black; placed side-by-side, the heels looked like two black jade pillars. "
My wife's back!" Old Sun thought, just as a clear voice came from the kitchen: "Dad, is that you?" Then a young woman emerged, with bangs, dressed in sportswear, exuding youthful energy, and sporting two dimples on her face. At first glance, she could be mistaken for the famous actress Xu Qing.
Old Sun, somewhat surprised, exclaimed, "Xu Ying?! Why are you back in Changsha?" Xu Ying leaned against the railing on the split-level building, coquettishly replying, "I came back to keep Dad company, is that not allowed?" "Alright, alright!" Old Sun nodded hastily, changing his shoes as he did so. "You should have called when you got back, I could have picked you up."
Xu Ying smiled and said, "How could I trouble Dad, no, Director Sun? I took a taxi back myself."
As she spoke, she took the groceries from Old Sun. "I bought so much, I'm almost done cooking."
Xu Ying headed towards the kitchen, but just as she was about to enter, she suddenly turned back and smiled, "Dad, I put chili peppers in all the dishes today!" She then made a face.
Old Sun's heart skipped a beat. He stood frozen at the door for a few seconds before snapping out of his daze. He was about to go to the kitchen to help his wife when he called out, "Xu Ying, you just got back, take a rest. I'll cook."
He hurried towards the kitchen.
Before he'd gone far, Xu Ying came out carrying a small rice cooker: "I've already made three dishes. Dad, do you want me to stir-fry something else?"
Old Sun said, "Three dishes are enough. How much can the two of us eat?
Let me see what Yingying made."
He went into the kitchen and saw two dishes already prepared on the counter: one with cucumber and ham, and the other with stir-fried green peppers and dried tofu.
The water in the pot wasn't boiling yet, but a few finely sliced winter melon pieces were already bubbling—it was winter melon and pork soup.
Xu Ying followed him in, carrying a large white porcelain bowl with blue floral patterns, in which a small bunch of scallions had already been placed: "Dad, the soup's ready, we can eat now. Look how nice my dishes look!" Old Sun
nodded and said, "Not bad, not bad!" "A lighter taste is better, the weather's getting hot, I was just thinking about something lighter...it looks nice too, but I wonder how it tastes? Dad, you try it first. "
Xu Ying immediately handed over a pair of chopsticks, extending them to Old Sun. "
Oh, okay!" Old Sun turned to take the chopsticks from Xu Ying, and in a flash, he saw Xu Ying's face less than a foot away, her big eyes blinking playfully at him. His hand trembled, and one chopstick slipped from his grasp, bouncing on the countertop before falling to the floor.
Old Sun reached out to catch it, but missed, and the chopstick fell to the ground. He hurriedly bent down to pick it up.
Xu Ying let out a soft cry, and their heads bumped lightly.
Old Sun quickly reached out to support Xu Ying: "Are you alright? It's all my fault...sigh, I'm getting old, my hands and feet aren't as nimble as they used to be."
They both stood up at the same time. Xu Ying lowered her head, then squatted down again to pick up the chopsticks, saying: "Dad, what do you mean by 'getting old'? You're just talking nonsense."
Saying this, he placed the chopsticks on the table and took the two dishes out.
Old Sun noticed that Xu Ying didn't look up at him, and felt a little uneasy. He didn't know what to say, and hesitated for a moment, seeing that Xu Ying hadn't come in.
He thought to himself, "It was just a slight touch, nothing serious. My wife shouldn't be upset."
As he thought this, he felt his hands getting warmer; the soup was boiling.
Old Sun quickly turned off the heat, picked up the iron pot, and carefully poured it into a large blue-and-white porcelain bowl, saying to the outside, "Xu Ying, the soup is ready." "
Coming!" Xu Ying replied crisply from outside and came in. "Dad, you take the soup out; I'll get the bowls and chopsticks.
" Old Sun quickly replied, "Okay, okay."
Xu Ying opened the sterilizer, took out two sets of bowls and chopsticks, and a soup spoon. "Okay, let's eat."
The father-in-law and daughter-in-law walked to the dining room together. Old Sun secretly glanced at her and felt that Xu Ying's face still had a slight blush.
The two sat down.
Old Sun first took a little of both dishes to taste, then drank a small spoonful of soup, and praised: "Hmm, not bad, Yingying's cooking skills are getting better and better, she's really good."
With Lao Sun's approval, Xu Ying beamed and quickly picked up another slice of ham, placing it in Lao Sun's bowl: "Thank you, Dad. Eat some more then."
Looking at Xu Ying's happy and slightly playful expression, Lao Sun's thoughts resurfaced: Beijing girls are definitely more open and spoiled than Changsha girls… (This is just Lao Sun's opinion). Lao Sun ate a couple of mouthfuls of rice, straightened his expression, and asked: "Yingying, didn't you say you'd go to the Li River to be with Sun Wei and your sister after you finished your business in Guangxi? Why are you back?" Xu Ying replied: "The Li River? The filming there finished a long time ago. They've gone to Mount Hua now.
I don't want to go to Mount Hua. I've been there a few times, and there's nothing fun about it." "
Goed to Mount Hua?" Lao Sun was taken aback. That kid Sun Wei didn't even call me, really.
"Dad!" Xu Ying put another piece of ham on Lao Sun's plate. "Don't blame Sun Wei. Blame Zhang Jizhong. I don't think he's a good person at all. He's seventy or eighty years old and still has long hair. I heard
he's the most troublesome person..." The father-in-law and daughter-in-law chatted casually. The chandelier in the dining room cast a golden glow, illuminating the area around the table. The living room lights were still off.
The father-in-law and daughter-in-law were eating under the lamplight—what a warm and cozy scene!
Meanwhile, far away in Huashan, the film crew had begun shooting night scenes... In Changsha in April, people were already celebrating the passing of the spring chill, making their nightlife vibrant and colorful.
Whether it was the bustling Huangxing Road pedestrian street or the beautiful riverside avenue, neon lights and bustling crowds were everywhere. People seemed to have forgotten about sleep.
The loud shouts of vendors in the night market and the soft whispers of couples under the willow trees along the Xiangjiang River created a complex blend of restlessness and tranquility.
In Xianjia New Village, far out in the suburbs, Old Sun was also awake.
Thick mist seeped in through the open window, plunging Yuelu Mountain into a dark, oppressive darkness.
Dark clouds began to gather in the sky, surging rapidly, occasionally revealing a sliver of dazzling white light—a thunderstorm was imminent.
Old Sun got out of bed and stood by the window.
Everything seemed still; Xianjia Lake was quiet, even the mosquitoes were lying in wait.
A houseboat drifted aimlessly on the lake, a lantern hanging from its bow, motionless.
Occasionally, a figure would move, and Old Sun thought, "The boatman is about to haul in his nets again.
" Sure enough, two more figures appeared in the lantern's light, pulling on the net. Small splashes of water appeared on the lake's surface, ripples spreading outwards, breaking the tranquility of Xianjia Lake.
Then everything began to move.
The willow branches beneath the window began to sway gently, and the air began to move.
Old Sun took two deep breaths, sensing the fresh, earthy scent in the air.
A frog led the way with a few croaks, and then the croaking grew louder and louder, large and small, near and far, interspersed with the chirping of insects.
Old Sun was even more wide awake; this late spring night! He remembered a folk song from his youth: "Frogs croak, the water is vast, young men yearn for their wives, young women yearn for their dowries..." The wind grew stronger.
Some plastic bags and scraps of paper were blown up from the lake shore, flying in the darkness, and the sound of awnings being tossed about by the wind came from the rooftops.
Old Sun quickly closed the window, then looked out again through the window. The boatman had already hauled in his nets; the splash was huge when he pulled them up, and the nets were full of white, wriggling fish.
The boat began to move, quickly approaching the shore.
Old Sun glanced at the alarm clock on the table; it was almost three o'clock. Suddenly remembering that the balcony window in the living room was probably still open, he slipped on a pair of slippers and went outside.
As soon as he opened the door, Old Sun stopped in his tracks. There was still light in the living room; his wife must still be awake. For the past two months, she'd often stayed up late watching TV alone.
Old Sun, who also slept little, had noticed her behavior but never interfered. As someone with experience, he understood her feelings perfectly.
Was longing for one's husband also a part of Chinese culture? Old Sun peered into the living room. The 43-inch rear-projection TV was on, but there was no signal; the volume was turned down to the minimum, leaving only a dense, flickering screen.
Under the screen's light, the orange sofa seemed to be coated with silver.
Xu Ying, wearing a thin-strapped nightgown, leaned lazily against the sofa, her eyes hazy, staring intently at the TV screen.
A pair of long legs stretched out from under the nightgown, resting on the coffee table. Beside her feet was a tall glass, still half-full, reflecting a blood-red light under the fluorescent glow. Next to it was an overturned wine bottle, but no wine had spilled; it was clearly empty.
Old Sun was startled and hurried out of the room into the living room: "Yingying, why did you drink so much... Go to bed quickly, be careful not to catch a cold, it's going to rain heavily."
Xu Ying slightly raised her head, saw it was Old Sun, and gently patted him a few times with her delicate hand, lazily saying: "Dad, sit down..." Her head tilted back again.
Old Sun stood in front of Xu Ying, only to find her thighs on the coffee table dazzlingly white, with faint blue veins on her calves, seemingly constantly flowing.
Looking further up, he saw that under her white nightgown, the young woman's body was completely exposed.
His wife wasn't wearing anything underneath! Old Sun felt a buzzing in his head, his mind burning, and even his breathing became rapid.
Since his wife's death, Old Sun hadn't been with a woman's body for almost five years, and for a moment he felt an urge to pounce on her.
Forcing himself to remain calm, Old Sun bent down and took Xu Ying's hand: "Come on, Yingying, go to bed..." Xu Ying was still somewhat conscious. Pulled by Old Sun, she naturally sat up, her full breasts rising and falling with the momentum. Old Sun's eyes widened, and he swallowed hard: "Silly girl, why did you drink so much?" "Um... Dad..." Xu Ying suddenly stood up, her arms wrapped around Old Sun's neck like snakes. "Sun Wei doesn't love me..." Old Sun didn't have time to react, only feeling a fiery body thrust into his arms, his mind already a blur.
He seemed to feel his wife pressing her pretty face against his chest, murmuring: "He's been gone for two months... Dad... Call him back... Dad..." A pang of sadness rose in Old Sun's heart. The young couple had been married for over a year, yet they rarely spent time together; it must be hard for Xu Ying.
Thinking of this, he lovingly put his arms around Xu Ying's shoulders and said, "It's my Wei who's being disobedient. He didn't go to the job we arranged, but insisted on going into that circle... Yingying, it's really hard on you... Just get a good night's sleep tonight. Come on, let's go to the room, it's windy outside.
I'll call tomorrow... No, I won't sleep, Dad..." Xu Ying looked up, her eyes glazed over, and saw Lao Sun. "Sun Wei said he's filming night scenes today, I'll keep him company... Dad, will you keep him company too?" She then grabbed Lao Sun by the neck and pulled him towards the sofa, clearly drunk.
Lao Sun hurriedly said, "Yingying, wait, don't..." Before he could finish, his back couldn't withstand the youthful pull, and the two of them fell heavily onto the sofa.
Rose from *Titanic* once pulled Jack from the cockpit to the back seat; she was a strong woman. Now, the tall Lao Sun was being pulled down onto the sofa by his petite wife. What kind of woman was she? "Dad, hold me tight."
Xu Ying clung to Lao Sun's shoulders, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly parted, her breath carrying a honey-like scent of alcohol. "I'm cold..." Lao Sun embraced her soft, warm body, his lower body already erect, pressing against Xu Ying's lower abdomen, leaving her speechless.
The young woman's sensitive area was pressed against by the man's penis, causing her to cling even tighter to Lao Sun. Her pretty face lifted, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at him: "Dad, love me..." Lao Sun's arms tightened around Xu Ying's slender waist, hot breaths from her cherry-like lips landing on his face. Coupled with those alluring eyes, he finally couldn't resist and kissed his wife.
Xu Ying let out a soft moan, clinging even tighter to Lao Sun.
His thick tongue filled her mouth completely, and Xu Ying tilted her head back, responding eagerly.
For a moment, only the heavy breathing of the two filled the living room.
Outside, the wind picked up, and large raindrops began to pound against the awning.
Seemingly influenced by the environment, Xu Ying's hips writhed, her lower abdomen rubbing against Lao Sun's groin; she seemed dissatisfied with merely a passionate kiss.
Encouraged by his wife, Old Sun felt like he was back in his youth. His movements became rougher; he wrapped his left arm around her neck, while his right hand caressed her ear and shoulder. As her youthful body writhed, his slightly wrinkled hand pressed heavily against her full breasts.
*Mmm…* Xu Ying's body instinctively arched, and Old Sun, feeling her amazing elasticity, shifted slightly to the side.
In that instant, Xu Ying's slender hand slid down her flat stomach and into Old Sun's pajama bottoms.
*Yingying…* The moment his wife grasped his thick, long penis, Old Sun felt the world was about to go crazy.
A tearing sound echoed through the night.
The torrential rain finally poured down relentlessly, splashing thousands of droplets across the surface of Lake Xianjia. Accompanied by a raging wind, the rain and mist swirled like mad dogs, merging heaven and earth into one.
Beneath the windowsill lay a lotus pond. The lotus leaves, battered by the torrential rain, were so heavy that even the stems bent low. Yet, given the chance, they would spring back to life, defiantly continuing to brave the storm.
Collision! Fusion! Struggle! Is this the common law of all things in nature? The downpour lasted for nearly two hours. Finally, the clouds dispersed, the rain ceased, and a sliver of dawn appeared on the horizon—day was approaching.
Xianjia Lake was exceptionally refreshing after the rain. The lotus pond was even more verdant, with glistening water droplets rolling on the lotus leaves. Occasionally, a drop would fall into the water with a crisp sound.
Some new buds had emerged, their emerald green shoots standing tall and proud, conveying the message of new life to nature.
In the living room on the third floor, Old Sun gently embraced Xu Ying's beautiful body, gazing lovingly at the pretty face of his wife who had yielded to his advances the previous night.
The flush on her face had faded, and Xu Ying lay quietly in her father-in-law's arms, her eyes closed like a little bird
nestled against him. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly from time to time, giving her a pure and dignified appearance. Old Sun knew that Xu Ying wasn't really asleep. Was the saintly daughter-in-law in his arms the same one from last night? Thinking this, Old Sun released his arms from Xu Ying's waist and whispered, "Yingying... Dad is sorry, yesterday, yesterday... you drank too much... it was my fault..." Xu Ying giggled softly, pressed down on Old Sun's hand that was about to move away, tilted her pretty face up, and quickly pecked Old Sun's lips: "Dad, I don't blame you..." Looking at Old Sun's dazed eyes, as if he were lost in thought, Xu Ying's big eyes showed an even more mischievous expression. She leaned close to Old Sun's ear and said, "Dad, you were so amazing yesterday... Look, it's almost dawn... You have to pay for my dress!" Enticed by his daughter-in-law's sweet words, Old Sun completely let loose, gently patting Xu Ying's plump buttocks: "You're such a little vixen, okay—Daddy will go shopping with you for a dress today."
His hand remained on her buttocks, gently stroking them.
"Ah, Daddy, you're so naughty!" Xu Ying's body jerked violently; she felt Old Sun's thick, long penis harden again, pressing against her lower abdomen.
Xu Ying braced herself on the sofa, pushing Old Sun's hand away and rolling away.
"You little vixen, trying to escape?" Old Sun chased after his wife, rolling over as well. The two landed in a tangle on the floor, and the instant they touched the ground, Old Sun's penis entered his wife again.
"Oh," both father-in-law and daughter-in-law simultaneously let out satisfied sighs.
"Dad, be gentle... ah... it's so long..." Old Sun knelt on the ground, his long, thick penis deeply inserted into Xu Ying's plump vulva. Using this as a fulcrum, he lifted his daughter-in-law's delicate body, letting her cling to his neck with both hands, while he held her buttocks with both hands.
Being penetrated by her father-in-law in this position, Xu Ying felt a surge of shyness.
Old Sun looked at Xu Ying teasingly: "Good Yingying, I'll move slowly, okay?" Xu Ying said sweetly: "Dad, you're so naughty..." Old Sun began to slowly thrust in and out of his daughter-in-law's vulva, his thick, long penis forcefully hitting her clitoris with each thrust through the wet cavity.
With Old Sun's powerful thrusts, Xu Ying moaned sensually.
The young woman's breasts rubbed and bumped against her father-in-law's face, the fine beads of sweat seeping from Old Sun's nose being wiped away by his breasts again and again, only to seep out again each time.
"Ah... Dad, faster... Ahh... Ah..." As Lao Sun's thrusts quickened, Xu Ying violently threw her head back, her hands gripping Lao Sun's neck tightly, her sharp nails leaving fine bloody marks on his neck.
"Oh..." Lao Sun felt a burning pain in his neck, spurring him to attack even more fiercely, his penis like a piston, each thrust penetrating deep inside his wife.
The rapid and powerful impact made Xu Ying dizzy; the chandelier on the ceiling swayed erratically, as if it were about to fall and hit her head.
"Waaah..." Xu Ying's moans turned into suppressed sobs, her vagina beginning to contract violently.
With a long cry of "Ah...", Xu Ying completely released her grip on Lao Sun's neck, her head slamming heavily onto the carpet, her full breasts bouncing like waves with the momentum.
At the same time, Lao Sun tightly embraced his wife's plump buttocks, his penis fully inside and pressing against her cervix, letting out a roar.
Xu Ying felt the penis inside her vagina swell rapidly, and a gush of hot semen spurted out. "Oh... Dad..." Xu Ying let out a long, comfortable moan, then relaxed like a dying octopus, curling into a ball.
Old Sun also withdrew from his wife's body, leaning weakly against the sofa, eventually sliding onto the carpet.
At this moment, the first rays of morning sunlight streamed in from the balcony, illuminating the edge of the sofa, where a large patch of sweat shimmered golden in the sunlight... The lunch with Chen Jingfei was quite extravagant; Old Sun calculated in his mind that the final bill would probably be over four thousand.
Old Sun wouldn't feel the pinch if it wasn't his own food, but for a Beijing businessman like Chen Jingfei to spend money in Hunan, extravagance didn't matter; at least it increased the hotel's sales revenue, contributing to Hunan's economic development.
Faced with a table full of exquisite dishes, Old Sun only touched them a few times, while Chen Jingfei devoured them, his mouth greasy with oil.
Old Sun didn't eat much, not because he was tired of Hunan cuisine, but because he was excited after learning the true meaning of submitting a work report to the Party School from Chen Jingfei.
Of course, a seasoned official like him wouldn't show it on his face, even after the two of them had downed a bottle of Wuliangye.
Chen Jingfei had a high alcohol tolerance, as evidenced by his prominent beer belly, but Old Sun couldn't keep up. After the bottle was empty, he started to back down: "General Manager Chen, I can't keep up with you any longer.
You gave me good news, so I should have had a few more drinks, but I can't compete with you Beijingers—even a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and my meager alcohol tolerance is no match for you."
As he spoke, he leaned slightly towards Chen Jingfei, winking, as if to say, "Give me some face, brother?" Chen Jingfei chuckled and said, "Director Sun, we've always gotten along very well. Let's call this dinner a welcome banquet. When we get to Beijing, I'll need your help, brother." "
If the wine isn't enough, they'll say I'm not sincere enough, and the higher-ups will blame me," Sun Jingfei drawled, somewhat like Heshen from the TV series "Iron-Tongued Ji Xiaolan."
Old Sun's mind raced. Who had sent Chen Jingfei? Or was he deliberately trying to put him down? Judging from his words, it seemed he wanted a favor. But on the surface, he smiled calmly, looking at Chen Jingfei with a hint of reproach: "Mr. Chen, you're trying to make fun of me again.
You're a big boss in the construction industry, and I'm just a poor scholar. Do you have a new development that needs me to help you with something?" "You're making fun of me, aren't you?! You deserve a drink."
Chen Jingfei habitually placed his right hand on his forehead, then ran his fingers through his scalp to the back of his head, causing his short, buzz-cut hair to spring out in rows from under his palm, like rice paddies swaying in the wind. He chuckled dryly and said, "I would never dare to make fun of you, but if Brother Zhengde wants to punish me with a drink, I'll accept it.
First, call a few girls in..." He got up and walked to the door, instructing someone outside, "Open that bottle of Wuliangye, everyone come in."
Old Sun tried to stop Chen Jingfei, but it was too late. Two very pretty girls, both dressed in pink suits, entered in a row, looking quite elegant.
Chen Jingfei pointed to one of the girls and said, "You open the bottle first, pour me a glass."
Old Sun quickly said, "Mr. Chen, it was just a joke, why take it so seriously?"
Chen Jingfei, with his beer belly protruding, stood like a general: "Pour it. Brother Zhengde's arrangements, I, Chen Jingfei, will certainly carry them out."
The girl poured the wine very quickly. Chen Jingfei took the glass and said to Lao Sun, "Director Sun, bottoms up!" Lao Sun hurriedly stood up as well. Chen Jingfei had already drunk his wine in one gulp, and holding up his empty glass, he smiled and said, "Let's drink! Director Sun, I'm very happy that you've honored me with this casual meal today." He then forced a smile in front of the two girls and said,
"Pour more wine." He raised his glass and looked at Chen Jingfei with a questioning gaze. "Shall we all sit down?" "Haha, of course, sit down, sit down. " Chen Jingfei pointed at Lao Sun's glass and instructed the girl to pour wine for Director Sun… Hearing the title "Director Sun," Sun Zhengde finally felt a little smug. He had heard about the departure of Lao Wang from the Ministry's Industry Department last year when the Yuanhua case occurred. As one of the few officials from the Ministry who had participated in the Party School training, Sun Zhengde always considered himself the least competitive, especially considering that there was still someone above him in the Hunan Provincial Department of Public Security. However, Chen Jingfei's arrival filled him with confidence; the unconventional moves from above had created the possibility of his promotion. Old Sun had no doubt about the Beijing businessmen's keen sense of personnel changes in national administrative organs. Last year, nearly ten thousand cadres in a certain province underwent a major reshuffle; while those involved were still unaware of the situation, undercurrents were already swirling in Beijing. Initially, Old Sun was somewhat skeptical of Chen Jingfei's claims, but for a member of the National People's Congress to call him "Director Sun" was almost certainly true. Why hadn't he heard a thing? This was what puzzled Old Sun deeply. Chen Jingfei must know some details but didn't want to ask openly. Now, Old Sun understood that Chen Jingfei wasn't coming for him, but for the Industry Department. Old Sun also understood Chen Jingfei's influence in Beijing and knew that this person had a powerful network of connections. But what connection could the construction industry have with the ministry? It was best to remain low-key and act according to circumstances. While Old Sun was pondering this, the young woman had already filled her glass. Chen Jingfei raised his glass and said, "Brother Zhengde, come, let me toast you." Old Sun raised his glass and laughed, "Mr. Chen, no need for all that toasting. Let's drink this." Chen Jingfei said, "That's right, let's have a drink." He brought the rim of the glass to his lips, and without any apparent movement, the wine in the glass was emptied in a flash. Chen Jingfei put the glass on the table and called out, "Pour more wine!" Then he pointed to another girl at the table, "Hey, girl, get our director a bowl of soup." Old Sun took a napkin, leaned back comfortably in his chair, and smiled at Chen Jingfei, "Mr. Chen, you're being so polite today. How can I, as the host, accept this?" Chen Jingfei said, "I genuinely wanted to have a chat with you two, to get together. I'm afraid this little meal isn't enough." Old Sun said, "Don't mention it. We're prisoners, unlike you free people, Mr. Chen. We rarely have the chance to get together happily, and even our smiles are fake. Today feels good, at least we didn't have to write a few lines of poetry while drinking. Come on, bottoms up." A look of sympathy appeared on Chen Jingfei's face as he said, "Brother Zhengde, this is the 'besieged city.' You say you're in prison, but aren't I in prison too? We're in the same boat." He picked up his wine glass with his right hand, clinked it against Sun Zhengde's, and seemingly indignantly downed it in one gulp. Then he slammed the glass down on the table and said, "Pour it again!" Old Sun also became indignant, one hand on his hip, pointing to the wine glass in front of him: "Pour it full too! Today, Mr. Chen and I will drink to our hearts' content!" From the private room came enthusiastic shouts and the clinking of glasses. Even in the adjacent private rooms, the patrons seemed to be ignited with passion, their calls for drinks echoing endlessly, converging into a noisy wave in the opulent corridor, only to be gradually absorbed by the excellent soundproofing of the Huatian Hotel. At the end of the corridor, a girl in a blue cleaning uniform gazed enviously at the glittering golden corridor. Perhaps she was thinking, "If all those high-ranking officials saved their meal money for me, maybe my two younger brothers wouldn't have to drop out of school..." Old Sun was happy all afternoon. He unusually went into the office and chatted with several staff members for nearly half an hour. Huang Dongmei, who had been given the cold shoulder that morning, was now enthusiastically engaged, bustling about with a mix of obsequiousness and arrogance, constantly cracking jokes that filled the entire tenth floor with her loud laughter. Old Sun smiled and occasionally chimed in, exchanging a few words with others. Finally, realizing that Huang Dongmei's laughter was inappropriate for the work environment and damaged his own image, he seriously expressed two points to his colleagues: first, he acknowledged their recent work achievements; second, he hoped they would continue their efforts and fully utilize the unique characteristics of the office. Then, amidst nods of agreement, he returned to his own office. Yan Han was still chatting on QQ when she saw Lao Sun De enter. She hurriedly closed QQ and stood up to greet him: "Director Sun." Sun Zhengde had never reprimanded Yan Han for using QQ during work hours; after all, the work at the **Department was quite leisurely. Yan Han, however, seemed to understand that this behavior violated work discipline, and she never dared to chat when Lao Sun was around. Lao Sun coughed and walked towards Yan Han with a slight smile: "Little Yan, which online friend are you chatting with?" Yan Han glanced at the computer, confirmed that QQ was closed, and then lowered her head and said softly: "I...I wasn't chatting." Lao Sun sensed his secretary's slight fluster and the blush spreading across her pretty face, so he didn't expose her QQ activity. Instead, he looked at Yan Han with approval and said: "In the entire office system, Little Yan, your work is excellent. Keep up the good work; you have a bright future ahead of you. There's something I need you to help me draft a work report about that phone call this morning. Give it to me tomorrow." Yan Han replied crisply: "Okay." Under his loving gaze, Old Sun, unusually, gently patted Yan Han's shoulder twice before walking into his office.

Sitting comfortably in his executive chair, Sun Zhengde felt his day was very fulfilling, without the usual exhaustion he felt after work.
"I need to free myself up!" Old Sun thought to himself.
He casually turned on his computer; none of his few QQ contacts were online. The grayed-out avatar of the girl from Flying Girl was flashing. Sun Zhengde double-clicked it, and a single word appeared in the chat box: "Old, what does this mean?" Since the other person wasn't online, Old Sun didn't send a message. Just as he was about to open Sohu to check the news, his phone vibrated. It was his wife calling.
Old Sun quickly got up, closed the office door, and pressed the answer button. Xu Ying's lazy voice came through: "Hello, Dad, where are you?" "I'm at work, little darling,"
Sun Zhengde said teasingly in a low voice. "
I'm not coming. Don't call me 'little darling,' I'm your wife!" Xu Ying scolded playfully.
"Yes, yes, okay then, good wife, alright?" "That's more like it."
"Dad, are you coming home for dinner?" Xu Ying asked on the other end.
Old Sun, his mind wandering all day, immediately said, "Of course I'm coming back, right now... Are you still sleeping? It's all your fault! I never thought you, you old lecher, were so powerful. I'm completely exhausted... Ah, what are you coming back for?" Xu Ying's languid voice made Old Sun's heart itch. "
Of course I'm coming back to eat you, you little vixen! Daddy's coming back..." Before Xu Ying could speak, Old Sun hung up the phone, opened the door, and headed for the elevator.
In the office, Yan Han stood half-standing, watching Old Sun's hurried back, her eyes flashing with complex light.
At the lobby entrance, Huang Dongmei hurriedly walked in carrying a large stack of documents. Seeing Old Sun, she quickly stopped him, saying, "Director Sun, there are a few documents that need your approval..." Old Sun said as he walked, "Just give them to Xiao Yan, I have something urgent to attend to..." He got into the Audi before finishing his sentence.
Huang Dongmei seemed about to make a disgusting face at Lao Sun's retreating figure, but seeing the two security guards standing stiffly, she remembered that Director Sun had suddenly come to her office for a chat that afternoon—this was unusual behavior, could there be some motive? Thinking of the upcoming political theory study month activity for government officials, she stopped herself from making the gesture and put on a smile for the Audi's taillights.
After a twenty-minute drive, Lao Sun returned to Xianjia New Village. Just as he was about to open the door, he realized he had left his keys on his desk in his haste, so he rang his own doorbell.
After two or three minutes with no response, Lao Sun grew impatient and was about to pound on the door when it clicked open.
Inside, Xu Ying, dressed in a red tracksuit, her hair disheveled, stood barefoot, still sleepy-eyed.
Seeing his pretty wife standing before him, Lao Sun's lust was aroused. He hurriedly entered, not even bothering to take off his shoes, and his mouth moved towards Xu Ying's pink face.
Xu Ying giggled, then dodged away, scolding, "Dad, you're so naughty...you just ran into the living room."
Old Sun yanked his tie haphazardly, tossed it on the floor, and chased after her.
Xu Ying screamed, circling the coffee table in the center of the living room, cleverly dodging Sun Zhengde's outstretched arms, but how could she escape? Old Sun feinted, then wrapped his arms around her, catching her red-handed.
Before Xu Ying could react, Sun Zhengde's large mouth swiftly pressed against his wife's red lips.
"Ah...Dad, no..." Xu Ying's soft cry was muffled by two thick, wet lips, turning into muffled sounds from her nostrils.
Old Sun's rough tongue broke through his wife's teeth, quickly entwining with her soft, fragrant tongue.
Xu Ying tilted her pretty face slightly, returning the kiss defiantly.
Both of them breathed heavily, Sun Zhengde passionately kissing his wife's red lips, occasionally thrusting his large tongue into her mouth and stirring it around.
Xu Ying weakly embraced her father-in-law's head with her slender hands, her chest heaving with each long kiss.
Seeing his wife aroused, Sun Zhengde grabbed her small hand, guiding it towards his crotch.
But at that moment, Xu Ying pulled away, bracing herself against her father-in-law's chest, and giggled, "Dad, you're so naughty, I'm not coming anymore."
Old Sun paused, then said, "Again!" and kissed her again.
Xu Ying turned her pretty face away, and Sun Zhengde kissed her earlobe, immediately sucking on it.
The ticklish sensation made Xu Ying giggle, her body writhing like a snake. Old Sun
seized the opportunity, clamping his hands around Xu Ying's body, pressing her back against his chest, holding her tightly as he stood. He slipped his hands inside her sportswear, "Oh, Yingying, not even wearing a bra, you really are a little slut."
As he spoke, he grabbed one of her breasts firmly in each hand.
Mature breasts, smooth and soft, felt youthful and vibrant in Old Sun's palms. He grasped and played with them, unable to tear himself away.
His red tracksuit rippled like waves as his wife's breasts changed shape under his clutches.
"Dad, don't do this..." Xu Ying's breasts were being fondled by her father-in-law, her hot body twisting and turning, as if trying to escape his embrace.
While enjoying his wife's movements and vitality, Old Sun reached out from the neckline of her tracksuit, supporting one of her breasts and tilting her head back.
Xu Ying sensed her father-in-law's intentions and cried out in a soft voice, "I don't want it anymore, ah, no..." Before she could finish, her red lips were pressed against his large mouth. "
Ugh..." Her breasts were still being violated by her father-in-law, and her mouth was being filled with his rough tongue. Xu Ying gradually lost herself in waves of pleasure.
Even worse, after his hand withdrew from her neckline, it continued to grope down her waist.
"Ugh..." A thick, heavy hand swiftly slipped into her sweatpants; she wasn't even wearing underwear... Feeling her father-in-law's large hand burrowing like a mouse across her thighs and buttocks, finally sliding between her already incredibly wet and hot legs, Xu Ying let out a satisfied sigh.
Strong fingers massaged her vulva like playing the piano, and Xu Ying's waist moved like a snake, seemingly both escaping and welcoming. Her
slender, jade-like hand slipped between her father-in-law's abdomen and her back during the movement; with a snap, the belt popped open, and as her trousers slid down, the man's strong buttocks were revealed, his briefs bulging like a tent, as if stretched to their limit.
With a thud, Sun Zhengde pushed his wife down onto the sofa. Her red sweatpants were quickly pulled down to her ankles, and her vulva, already wet from repeated teasing, was now a mess, her pink labia slightly parted, shimmering with an extremely provocative light.
Xu Ying let out a soft moan, her alluring buttocks arching defiantly.
Old Sun quickly pulled down his underwear and pounced on his wife's body, which was sprawled on the sofa, like a wolf.
Xu Ying's arched buttocks were forcefully pressed down, and his thick, long penis quickly penetrated her. The deadly pleasure made her mind go blank. "Mmm...so big..." Before the first wave of impact was over, Xu Ying's waist was clamped by her father-in-law's hands, and he forcibly pulled her to her feet. His
hot penis pried up her body like a lever, and her long legs were forcibly spread apart.
The doggy-like position made Xu Ying feel a sense of shame. "Dad, don't do this...ooh...be gentle...ah...ahhh..." His penis pounded deeply inside her, and Xu Ying was almost going crazy.
Her hands could no longer support the increasingly intense impacts, and her pretty face pressed heavily against the sofa cushion, which was the only point of support for her body.
The father-in-law's penis exerted a strong thrust, and the two-seater sofa could not withstand it and moved backward.
Ah... Ah... Ooh... Light... I'm dying... Xu Ying cried out in suppressed sobs. After a series of rapid thrusts, her lower body could no longer hold back the intense tingling and numbness. She was about to lose it... Ah... In the long, unrestrained cry, cool vaginal fluid gushed out.
However, her father-in-law's attacks became even more intense, the heat in her lower body rising rapidly with the intense friction.
It happened again… The back of the sofa was finally pressed against the windowsill, and Xu Ying's vaginal canal tightened once more.
Ah… Yingying… Old Sun thrust hard into his daughter-in-law's deepest part, his penis swelling unprecedentedly, hot semen shooting out rapidly, and both father-in-law and daughter-in-law let out satisfied sighs simultaneously.
Hmm… As her father-in-law's hands loosened their grip on her waist, Xu Ying's knees slammed heavily onto the floor, strands of her short hair, soaked with sweat, clung to her pretty face, her eyes filled with a dazed look…

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