【The Mortal World】(Part 3) (81-120) Author: Forced by Life

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Author: Forced by Life's Necessities
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Eighty-one Young Woman Shuli Six

Zhao Shuli's body was like a volcano before eruption, unstoppable, and besides, she didn't want to stop
. She wanted to push the man's body away, turn the passive into the active, and continue her seductive journey, but her hands gripped his clothes on the back even tighter
; she wanted to struggle symbolically, but her legs were stiff as if they had been pulled out of their muscles, and she
couldn't lift them at all; she wanted to tell Zhou Menglong not to rush, but when she opened her mouth, apart from lewd "ah" sounds, she could only
utter extremely incoherent words, "Ah...no...I...ah...don't...stop...stop..."

Zhou Menglong smiled wickedly, "Don't worry, I won't stop."

He probed even more vigorously. Although this woman's vagina had given birth, it was not
loose . The vaginal walls would automatically contract and writhe in the middle, and hot lustful juices were secreted continuously,
flowing down her buttocks and onto the ground, wetting a patch, which could truly be described as a flood.

"Ah...I'm going to die..."

The intense climax almost drove Zhao Shuli mad. Her buttocks, suspended in the air, trembled violently like a sieve,
her two full labia clenching tightly as if trying to squeeze out all the vaginal fluid inside her.
The numbness gradually spread from her uterus to her entire body, almost causing her to faint. The woman remained at the peak of sexual pleasure for
more than thirty seconds before her buttocks fell heavily back onto the wall. "Ah...ah...huff...huff..."

She gasped for breath like someone who had just been rescued from drowning. Although this climax
did not cool her burning body, it did release some of the tension, and the beautiful white-collar worker regained some of
her senses.

Zhou Menglong withdrew his finger, held it in front of Zhao Shuli, and slowly rotated it, watching the glistening,
viscous love fluid slowly flow down. "Sister Shuli, look, how beautiful."

After saying that, he opened his mouth and sucked the "nectar" stuck to his finger. Then
he started to unbuckle his belt. "Sister Shuli, I'll make you feel even better."

Seeing Zhou Menglong's wicked smile as he looked at her pretty face, still flushed with the afterglow of her orgasm, even if the beautiful white-collar worker
was stupid, she could easily guess what Zhou Menglong wanted to do. The beautiful white-collar worker, who had just regained her senses,
let out a soft cry, giggled lewdly, and "leaped up" and stumbled towards the stairs. However, she
was too slow to escape, so slow that Zhou Menglong could easily catch her with a single reach.

Zhou Menglong was startled at first, but when he saw how fast the woman was running, he couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. "Damn, you little slut,
you really want my big cock to fuck you. Okay, I definitely won't disappoint you."

Thinking this, he followed her. The woman's legs were already trembling, and with the added pressure of high heels, she lost her balance and fell to the ground just as she reached the corner of
the next flight of stairs. Although she hadn't injured her ankle, she still
cried out in pain.

Zhou Menglong had wanted to help her up when she fell, but he stopped when he saw her upturned buttocks
. The hem of her short skirt was tucked into her breasts, exposing about a third of her breasts, which swayed as
she crawled. Her white panties, which had been pulled aside, were now covering her crotch again, but her black
stockings still reached her knees, and from Zhou Menglong's current position, he could vaguely see a
wet patch on them.

"Isn't she blatantly seducing me?
Exposing seen it so many times, I would have already come right away."

Zhou Menglong tilted his head, looking at the woman's extremely seductive appearance, and touched his large penis. At this moment,
Zhou Menglong felt that his hard and hot penis was about to explode.

Thinking of this, and feeling the changes in his body, Zhou Menglong could no longer resist and pulled
Zhao Shuli up. Zhou Menglong pressed Zhao Shuli's soft and elastic body to the ground again. Fortunately, Hengxin
Group was a large company, and the ground was as smooth as a mirror. Otherwise, if the two of them were to act so recklessly, they would probably be too dirty
to show their faces in public.

Zhou Menglong straightened her body and squeezed next to her, ready to enjoy this beautiful
body . He pressed a finger against the woman's exposed breast flesh outside her shirt; it was soft yet elastic. It was
time to see it for himself. He placed one hand on her chest and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt, all the way
down to her waist, and then gently unhooked her bra.

The man knelt beside Zhao Shuli and gently pulled the shirt and bra down, revealing two
high
, and in the perfect center of each circle were two nipples, like small chimneys, hard and proudly
erect, each a finger's joint high. No wonder they made such noticeable protrusions on the shirt.

This was the second time Zhou Menglong had seen such nipples. He carefully
pinched , rolling them from side to side and then rubbing them from bottom to top. After playing for a while, he suddenly grabbed the woman's
breasts , taking her left rosy nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. His tongue circled the nipple,
pressing the tip of his tongue against the small opening as if to insert it.

"Mmm...mmm..." Zhao Shuli began to react. Zhou Menglong heard the woman's panting, released her
nipple, turned his face to the side, and while rubbing her breasts, he watched her expression. He saw that two red blushes
had , her eyelids were not closed naturally but tightly closed, her brows were slightly furrowed,
and her teeth were biting her lower lip, clearly pretending to faint while suppressing the pleasure.

Although he couldn't know what Zhao Shuli was thinking, she was clearly tacitly approving of his actions. Just
that alone pleased the man. Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong immediately knelt between the woman's legs,
lifted her buttocks with both hands, and forcefully buried his head between her legs. He first used his teeth to bite the white lace panties into
a thin strip, and surprisingly felt liquid being squeezed into his mouth, indicating that her panties were already soaked with vaginal fluid and vaginal
discharge. Then he clamped her labia and the panties between them between his lips,
sucking , and immediately more vaginal fluid gushed out.

With the vaginal fluid entering his mouth again, Zhou Menglong immediately became somewhat frenzied, as if he wanted to
bury his head into Zhao Shuli's little cunt. Zhou Menglong sucked more and more vigorously, his...
His hands continued to knead and squeeze the woman's breasts, and he suddenly realized that although he could still feel her thighs trembling slightly, he could no longer hear
her moans. The man then released her buttocks and used his right hand fingers to tease her vulva.

Every time the man's fingers touched her sensitive spots, Zhao Shuli would squeeze her eyes tightly and
bite her lower lip harder, blood staining the gaps between her white teeth. Zhou Menglong's heart
ached as if it had been stabbed by a needle. He quickly withdrew his fingers from her vagina, knelt back beside the woman, pulled her up,
and hugged her tightly. "Sister Shuli, what are you doing? Don't scare me." "You don't need to worry about me.
Do whatever you want." Zhou Menglong laughed, pounced on her, and pinned her down, licking her
neck wildly. His right hand fingers inserted into the small opening between her thighs again. "

My beauty, you've finally agreed. I want you now." "No...no...ah...ah...
let...let me go...no...no..." Zhou Menglong straddled the woman's waist and began to take off his clothes. "
I don't care about anything else now. Whether you really don't want to or you're just pretending, I'm going to fuck you now." Zhao Shuli
covered her eyes with one arm, afraid that Zhou Menglong
would see through her feigned desire on her delicate face and
use it another excuse to mock her. The beautiful white-collar worker said no, but her body kept
writhing, as if hinting at something.

Suddenly, she felt her underwear being pulled down. Zhao Shuli slightly raised her head and the first thing she saw
was a man's thick, hard penis. He had already pulled his pants down to his buttocks and couldn't help but exclaim, "So
big..." Zhou Menglong noticed the woman looking at him, stopped pulling down her underwear, pulled one of her hands
to his penis, and said, "

Look, it's been wanting you so much! Can you hear it? It's saying, 'Shuli, I want you, I want to fuck
you, I want to fuck your little cunt, I want to fuck you until you die!'" "No...no..."
Zhao Shuli abruptly shook off the man's penis, pushing against his chest with both hands and kicking her feet against the bed, rubbing her body backward.
This actually helped Zhou Menglong, as one of his hands was still holding onto the woman's underwear. Whether he pulled
down or the woman rubbed up, it served the purpose of pulling down her underwear. However, Zhou Menglong still couldn't
figure out whether Zhao Shuli's actions were intentional or unintentional.

As one of the woman's legs slipped out of her panties, Zhou Menglong chuckled, grabbing her ankle and
effortlessly pulling her back. He used his large penis to trap her thighs, his left hand gripping the base of her right thigh tightly,
while his right hand stroked his penis. "Baby, I'm going to put it inside you." He then
rubbed the head of his penis against her labia a few times…

Zhao Shuli gripped Zhou Menglong's clothes tightly with both hands. She had resigned herself to her fate.
The sensation of her labia being stretched open by the enormous glans shot rapidly from her lower body to the top of her head. Everything was irreversible, but she also knew that
the burning fire within her was finally about to be extinguished. The desire had been extinguished, yet a sliver of anticipation had arisen within her. "Manager Zhou... ahh, ah
... how can your penis be so big... sob sob... so good... so good... Manager Zhou, you,
you can do whatever you want... big penis, big penis is so hot, I, I feel so good..." Zhao Shuli
tried to focus her attention on the man's face, the least attractive part of his body, because
only in this way could her increasingly intense desire be somewhat calmed. Unfortunately, one's vision
cannot limited to one point, and the man's beautiful muscles still caught her eye. The woman's breathing
never slowed down, and the heat within her body had nowhere to dissipate. She was surprised to find that her fingers were actually
pressing on her still erect clitoris, and her mind was filled with fantasies of intimacy with Zhou Menglong.

Zhou Menglong noticed the hidden lust in the woman's sharp eyes; those phoenix eyes were truly more beautiful the more he looked at them. He stood up
and sat down beside her. "What...what are you doing? Don't come any closer..." Zhao Shuli said,
shifting her body slightly to the side. Her left hand gripped Zhou Menglong even tighter, but her right hand
continued .

"Mmm...mmm..." Zhao Shuli's face was lifted up, and her lips were kissed again... "Ah...
mmm..."

The pleasure from her lower body quickly made Zhao Shuli twist her body slightly. Her hands hooked around the man
's neck again, and she offered him a sweet kiss. "Manager Zhou, it's all up to you..."

As soon as she said this, she suddenly felt a thousand times lighter, her body became more sensitive, and the
nameless fire burned even brighter.

Zhou Menglong was overjoyed. He immediately took the beauty's soft tongue into his mouth, greedily sucking her sweet
saliva. His right hand, which was around her shoulder, reached out and grabbed her firm right breast, while
his left hand its work without stopping. "Mmm...mmm..."

Zhao Shuli's breathing became labored. Although she was reluctant, she had no choice but to use both hands to move the man
's head, which was passionately kissing her, to her neck, hugging him tightly, lifting her buttocks, and trying her best to accommodate his finger stimulation.
"Ah...ah...Manager Zhou...I can't take it anymore...ah...it's coming...ah..."

After a dying scream, Zhao Shuli's body went from stiff to limp,
and her arms holding the man relaxed. Her full, round breasts rose and fell with her panting. Starting from the outer edge of her right breast, Zhou Menglong used
his tongue to draw dense spirals on the beauty's breast until he took the nipple into his mouth. One finger of his right hand
pressed the hard little "chimney" on her left breast into the soft flesh, and when he released it, the nipple immediately sprang up, causing
the entire breast to tremble. While "desecrating" her breasts, Zhou Menglong would occasionally look up and kiss her
briefly , full of emotion.

Zhao Shuli's hands were completely tucked into the man's hair. She enjoyed the feeling of being gently cared for.
He kissed and licked down her smooth body, past her navel, then grabbed her ankles,
lifting her long, jade-like legs and pressing them together. He held her legs, rubbing his chest against her thighs
, savoring the exquisite feel of the stockings. He even bit down on her panties hanging from her right ankle.

"Manager Zhou..."

Zhao Shuli felt something hard between her legs. Reaching down, she saw it was the man's erect penis, straining against his
pants . When she was pulled to touch it earlier, her mind had been elsewhere; only now did she realize...
Its hardness... His right hand trembled as he unzipped the zipper and grasped the enormous thing that sprang out. "Ah...so hard..."

The 82-year-old young woman, Shuli

(repeated here), was so proactive that Zhou Menglong naturally wanted to repay her. He
pressed his thighs against the woman's chest until her knees touched the bed, then spread his legs and sat in front of her,
placing his lower abdomen under her waist. He lowered his head and kissed her vulva, which resembled a cracked peach, pushing
his tongue deep into her slit and licking it greedily. His hands were not idle either, vigorously kneading her smooth, white
breasts.

Zhao Shuli's fiery passion was immediately ignited by the man's fervent oral sex. Her legs trembled uncontrollably,
her hands gripping Zhou Menglong tightly, and her vaginal fluids gushed forth like a spring. A mature woman's body is
different from that of a naive girl; it is both fresh and juicy. Soon, the man's "slurping" sucking
sounds could be heard. "Manager Zhou...so...so comfortable...ah...beautiful...ah...ah..."

The woman's enthusiastic response excited Zhou Menglong, who became even more attentive in "licking the plate" of the beauty—
labia majora, labia minora, clitoris, urethra—leaving no spot untouched. His right thumb even pressed against her
anus , tentatively pushing inward. Unexpectedly, Zhao Shuli showed no resistance whatsoever; instead, she cried out
even louder.

Zhou Menglong was overjoyed and immediately switched to kissing the woman's anus, meticulously licking the folds, his hands
rubbing back and forth on her stockinged thighs. He withdrew his right hand, dipped his middle finger in some vaginal fluid between her labia, and slowly and
very gently inserted it into her slightly open anus. Once the entire finger was inside, he peered out to look at the woman
's expression. "Sister Shuli, does it feel good? Your back door is sucking my finger."

Zhao Shuli's tears had dried, her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed tightly. She didn't answer the man's question,
only

letting out two soft moans, letting the man's finger roam freely in her rectum for a while. Suddenly, she opened
her starry eyes, pleading, "Manager Zhou... I... I'm so ashamed... Please... please come quickly... I
can't take it... I can't take it anymore... I want it so... so much..."

Zhou Menglong had also reached his limit. He quickly turned to a kneeling position, and with a "plop," he thrust his thick, long penis all the way into the beauty's vagina. His testicles slapped against her mons pubis, making a loud "smack," showing how powerful
the thrust was .
"Ah..."

Zhao Shuli screamed as her uterus was violently slammed, an intense pleasure instantly spreading throughout her body,
almost making her faint.

Zhou Menglong also shouted inwardly. Although the beautiful white-collar worker's vagina wasn't incredibly tight, it was full of
vitality . As soon as his penis entered, the vaginal walls immediately "embraced" it tightly. The vaginal muscles began
to writhe irregularly, rubbing intimately against the invading foreign object. The uterus, like a small mouth, sucked and released, offering three
different ways of "welcoming," all enough to make a man ecstatic.

"Huff... huff..."

Zhou Menglong panted heavily. Once he started thrusting, the intense pleasure made him unable to stop. Each thrust was faster
and harder than the last, each time leaving only half of his glans inside the vagina before forcefully plunging in completely
, as if trying to squeeze his testicles into the woman's body as well. Seeing Zhao Shuli only moaning "Ah... Ah..."

, the man placed her left hand on her breast, then pulled her right hand and placed it between her legs.
The woman unconsciously began to knead her breasts and clitoris.

This intensified Zhao Shuli's pleasure. Her body already felt as if it were being penetrated and torn apart by the man's huge
penis . "Ah... Ah... No... I can't take it... It's too intense... Ah...
Manager Zhou... Slow... Slow... Ah... Slower... Hmm... Too... Too intense... I... I
can't take it... I can't take it..."

Zhou Menglong finally suppressed his beastly desire, released the woman's left leg, straddled her, turned her body
to the side, held her right leg, and slowed down the speed of his thrusting. The man caressed and
kissed her beautiful legs, lewdly playing with her toes peeking out from the tips of her high heels. "Shuli, you're amazing. Such a
perfect body is truly rare."

Zhao Shuli rested her face on her left arm, her right index and middle fingers spreading to press against her labia majora,
rubbing the penis against her fingers with each thrust and withdrawal to feel the hardness and power of the man's penis. She
was already very satisfied; she had already reached orgasm during the man's frenzied fucking, all her strength seemingly
released along with her vaginal fluids. Now she could only respond to Zhou Menglong's praise with soft moans.

Although Zhou Menglong had slowed the frequency of his thrusts, the stimulation Zhao Shuli received was not diminished
at all . This time, her vaginal walls could savor the strong penis, as if she could feel
the bulging veins and blood vessels on it making intense contact with her vaginal flesh. The sense of security she
felt was something she had never experienced with her deceased husband.

Zhou Menglong suddenly removed the woman's high heel from her right foot, fiercely licking and kissing the sole of her foot, sucking on her
toes . He reached forward with his right hand, pinching her breast, and his hips rocked back and forth faster, his breathing becoming
heavier. "Sister Shuli... Sister Shuli, is today... is today your safe period?"

"Ah...ah..."

Her uterus was being rapidly pounded again. Zhao Shuli knew that the man's question meant he was about to ejaculate, so she
cried out, "Shoot...shoot inside...ah...I...ah...I'm in my safe period...ah..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the penis that had been ravaging her rapidly swell inside her. Then
, a powerful flame struck her uterus, surrounding and melting it. "Oh my god..."

The beautiful white-collar worker Zhao Shuli hadn't expected that, under Zhou Menglong's teasing, she would finally succumb to temptation and have
a night of passion with him here. Now that the lovemaking had stopped, the beautiful white-collar worker felt a lingering fear. She struggled to her feet
and looked around the hallway. After finding that there was no one else in the hallway except for herself and Zhou Menglong,
she gave Zhou Menglong a reproachful look. At this moment, the blush on her delicate face had not completely faded
, naturally giving her a unique and captivating charm.

But immediately, the beautiful white-collar worker let out a soft moan, her legs involuntarily clamping together, and
her hands instinctively covering between her legs. It turned out that after standing up,
she felt a warm, gushing flow from between her legs. Only then did she realize that Zhou Menglong...
He had ejaculated too much inside her little pussy. At first, he didn't feel anything, but as
soon as , the thick semen, due to gravity, mixed with his vaginal fluid and flowed
out between his legs. Feeling all this, the beautiful white-collar worker subconsciously made that movement.

Although Zhao Shuli gave Zhou Menglong a reproachful look, her large, watery eyes shimmered with
an indescribable charm. Just as Zhou Menglong's heart was fluttering, he saw the beautiful white-collar worker make
that move. Slightly stunned, Zhou Menglong subconsciously looked towards the area between Zhao Shuli's legs, which she was covering with her hands
. Upon seeing this, Zhou Menglong almost burst out laughing.

Zhou Menglong saw that although the beautiful white-collar worker Zhao Shuli had her hands pressed
on the slightly bulging mound between her thighs, which resembled a meat bun, it was unclear whether Zhao Shuli's slender hands were too small or because her
breasts were too plump, but thick pubic hair was peeking out from between her fingers. And now, streams of milky white
liquid were oozing out from between her fingers, giving off an indescribable lewdness.

Seeing Zhou Menglong staring intently at her crotch, his lips twitching in a forced,
ambiguous smile , Zhao Shuli almost instinctively looked down at her crotch. Upon seeing it,
she immediately understood why Zhou Menglong was laughing.
A blush crept over her, and she stomped her foot angrily. "You damned Manager Zhou, you're still laughing! I'm in this state entirely because of you! How dare you laugh
at me? You'd better think of something!"

Seeing Zhao Shuli's shy, girlish expression, Zhou Menglong was even more delighted.
A mischievous urge arose within him, and he leered at Zhao Shuli's exposed slender hands... Seeing the pubic hair and milky white
fluid, Zhou Menglong grinned wickedly and said, "Sister Shuli, look at you. You just said no, but
look at yourself. Under my big cock, you're so wet. You must have been thoroughly satisfied by my big cock
."

He paused for a moment, and seeing a thin layer of anger
on , he continued, "For now, I don't have any better options than to
lick it clean for you with my tongue." As he spoke, Zhou Menglong licked his lips and slowly moved closer to Zhao Shuli,
as if he would immediately thrust his head between her legs if she agreed.

Seeing Zhou Menglong's mischievous gaze fixed on her crotch, Zhao Shuli could easily
guess that he was joking. But for some reason, even
knowing was joking, the beautiful office lady's body still involuntarily heated up. "This little devil,
is he really my nemesis? If he keeps messing around like this, I might really become a slut
."

Zhao Shuli knew that after Zhou Menglong's "training," her body had become increasingly sensitive.
Regardless of whether Zhou Menglong's words were true or false, if he really licked up
the mixture of semen and vaginal fluid flowing from between her legs, she would inevitably become aroused and have sex with him again right there.
But her little cunt hadn't recovered yet. If she did it with Zhou Menglong again, she might have to
crawl to the company. Moreover, the longer she stayed there, the greater the chance of being discovered.

Thinking of the consequences, the beautiful white-collar worker Zhao Shuli, though her body stiffened
again gently turned her back, saying coquettishly, "Manager Zhou, you
're so mean! You've made me look like this, how am I supposed to go out and face people? Instead of thinking of a solution, you keep
teasing me. If you keep doing this, don't blame me for ignoring you."

Zhou Menglong stuck out his tongue. He knew perfectly well that the beautiful white-collar worker wasn't angry with him. To be
honest, Zhao Shuli... Her ample, plump thighs were the kind of flesh that any man would find irresistible,
tempting him to kiss. But now, they were covered in Zhou Menglong's own semen. Even if Zhou Menglong
were a pervert, he wouldn't openly eat his own semen. His earlier words were merely a
prank. If Zhao Shuli had actually agreed to let him lick up the mixture of her vaginal
fluid and semen, Zhou Menglong might have found another excuse to refuse.

Zhao Shuli's current state was exactly what Zhou Menglong wanted. He considered teasing
this , but he also knew the importance of moderation. If he went too far,
given Zhao Shuli's previous attitude, she might actually agree to his suggestion, and then
he wouldn't be able to refuse.

Under these circumstances, Zhou Menglong dared not continue the joke. He gently walked to Zhao Shuli
's side, put his arm around her slender waist, and, while enjoying the alluring fragrance
emanating , softly said, "Shuli, don't be angry. You know I
was just joking with you. Okay, I'll clean you up now, is that alright?"

Feeling Zhou Menglong's body close to hers again, the beautiful white-collar worker's heart began to pound for no reason
, but as Zhou Menglong's words reached Zhao Shuli's ears... The beautiful white-collar worker Zhao Shuli felt
inexplicably disappointed. But despite her disappointment,
she had been the one who disagreed with Zhou Menglong using his tongue to clean her genitals; she couldn't show it and give Zhou Menglong another opportunity to mock her.
Under these circumstances, a smile appeared on Zhao Shuli's pretty face as she slowly turned around to look at Zhou Menglong.
She wanted to see how this unpredictable young man would
clean her still slightly swollen and red vulva, which had just been "baptized" by Zhou Menglong's large penis, without water or toilet paper.

Seeing the beautiful white-collar worker turn around, Zhou Menglong smiled wickedly, suddenly squatted down, picked up the underwear he
had just taken off and which was still hanging on Zhao Shuli's lower abdomen, and
pulled it straight up between her legs.

Zhao Shuli was slightly startled, thinking Zhou Menglong had come up with some mischievous idea again. Her body reacted instinctively, almost subconsciously clenching
her legs. But immediately, she realized she seemed to enjoy
the stimulation and quickly released her clenched legs.

(83-year-old young woman, Shuli)

(Repeated here) In that opening and closing motion, because Zhou Menglong was so close to Zhao Shuli,
although the beautiful white-collar worker's movements were so subtle that they were almost imperceptible, Zhou Menglong still noticed them immediately.
After sensing all this, Zhou Menglong was slightly amused. "Damn, she's really quite seductive. She just slept with
me , and now she wants more. Hehe, it seems I, Zhou Menglong, have really struck gold
. I'm going to have a lot of fun from now on."

Lost in his thoughts, Zhou Menglong took the panties that had once tightly covered Zhao Shuli's full and
alluring , dug them out heavily, and then quickly
removed them.

By this point, even the most infatuated Zhao Shuli knew that Zhou Menglong wasn't playing any tricks;
he was genuinely cleaning between her legs. However, what this beautiful office worker hadn't expected was that
Zhou Menglong was cleaning his genitals in this way. Suddenly, the beautiful office worker realized a crucial
problem: Zhou Menglong was using her underwear to clean her genitals—wasn't that getting her
underwear dirty? What would she wear later? She was wearing a short skirt that only reached
the base of her thighs; if she didn't wear underwear, every movement she made might
expose her private parts to others.

Thinking this, Zhao Shuli realized that Zhou Menglong's actions were highly inappropriate. She wanted to stop
him going any further, but in that split second, a tingling, electric-like sensation
rose from between her legs and quickly spread throughout her body. In the blink of an eye, it stimulated Zhao Shuli so much
that the words she was about to say to stop Zhou Menglong turned into a
soul-stirring moan.

Taking a short break, Zhou Menglong's hands moved swiftly, repeatedly rubbing heavily against the plump,
luscious . Stimulated by this, the beautiful office worker moaned repeatedly
, her body going limp and falling backward. Fortunately, there was a wall behind
her her from collapsing to the ground under Zhou Menglong's teasing.

The chill on her back calmed the beautiful office worker somewhat. Coming to her senses, Zhao Shuli
tried stop Zhou Menglong again, but she realized his hand, which had been holding her underwear, had
left her fragrant vulva and was now wiping the excess fluid from his teasing
on . Her vulva
was now clean, and it was too late to stop him.

"Manager Zhou, you little rascal, what are you doing? Look, you've
soaked ! How am I supposed to wear it now?" Zhao Shuli was right.
The underwear that had once tightly covered her plump vulva, now held in Zhou Menglong's hand, was soaking wet and impossible to
wear .

Seeing this, Zhao Shuli felt a pang of self-reproach. Why was her body so sensitive? Under Zhou Menglong's
teasing , she had produced so much fluid. Why had she clenched her vagina
so tightly when she was aroused, causing Zhou Menglong to ejaculate so much? Otherwise, even if Zhou Menglong had used her
underwear to wipe her vagina, her underwear wouldn't have gotten so wet, and she wouldn't have had to worry about
being exposed because she wasn't wearing underwear.

"Sister Shuli, how can you blame me? I meant well. Don't worry,
even though is ruined, you still have stockings, right? Just put them on," Zhou Menglong
said with a grin after he had just finished cleaning Zhao Shuli's lower body and heard her mature and beautiful words, which carried a hint of reproach.
Zhao Shuli looked down at her stockings and found that although they were also stained with her own vaginal fluid
, they weren't stained with Zhou Menglong's semen. If you didn't look closely, you really couldn't tell anything, and she felt slightly
relieved.

Seeing that Zhao Shuli's pretty face had calmed down, seemingly agreeing with his statement, Zhou Menglong grabbed
the stockings and helped the beautiful white-collar worker adjust them. Of course, while adjusting the stockings, Zhou Menglong didn't
forget to give the beautiful white-collar worker's fragrant, plump little vulva between her legs another squeeze
, which naturally elicited another alluring moan from Zhao Shuli.

After doing all this, Zhou Menglong turned to leave, but after taking two steps, he stopped
because he realized that Zhao Shuli didn't seem to be following him. Turning around, Zhou Menglong saw that Zhao Shuli
was standing up straight. After seeing Zhou Menglong looking at her, Zhao Shuli stretched out her hand. "Manager Zhou, it's not
over yet. Look at my hands, they're still full of yours." At this point, Zhao Shuli's pretty face
turned red. Just now, during sex, the beautiful white-collar worker was very unrestrained, constantly calling out "Big Cock Brother, Little Vulva," but now that the beautiful white-collar worker had calmed down
, she couldn't bring herself to say the two lewd words "semen."

Zhou Menglong saw that Zhao Shuli's slender hands were covered in a glistening substance, with a trace of
milky white liquid in the middle. As her slender hands were extended, a unique, slightly pungent smell,
mixed with the scent of semen, wafted from
between her legs and entered Zhou Menglong's nose. Only then did Zhou Menglong remember that when the beautiful white-collar worker stood up earlier, she had covered her
wet vulva with her hands to prevent semen from leaking out. What was on her hands now was self-evident.

Seeing Zhou Menglong's knowing smile, the beautiful white-collar worker's delicate face flushed even more.
After giving Zhou Menglong a reproachful glare, she said, "Manager Zhou, what are you laughing at? Hurry up and figure out how to
clean my hands."

Normally, if Zhao Shuli hadn't said that, Zhou Menglong might have used
the underwear he'd already put in his pocket—the one that had once tightly wrapped Zhao Shuli's fragrant breasts—to wipe her hands
clean . But hearing Zhao Shuli's words, Zhou Menglong grinned mischievously, slowly moving closer
to the beautiful white-collar worker. He whispered, "Sister Shuli, wiping these things off is easy enough."

Suddenly, Zhou Menglong reached out and pulled the beautiful white-collar worker into his arms. Zhao Shuli
was slightly startled and tried to push Zhou Menglong away, but just as her hand was about to touch his clothes…
As she was putting on her clothes, she suddenly realized that her hands were dirty. If she pushed Zhou Menglong away,
the dirt on her hands would inevitably stick to Zhou Menglong's body. In that case, as long as everyone saw the dirt on Zhou Menglong's clothes
, they would be able to figure out what had just happened between the two of them. Under these
circumstances , Zhao Shuli's hands fell limply to her sides.

Zhou Menglong didn't care what the beautiful white-collar worker was thinking. After tightly embracing Zhao Shuli,
he freed one hand and unbuttoned the shirt Zhao Shuli had just put on. Zhao Shuli was caught between struggling and
not , her body stiffening instantly. She whispered, "Manager Zhou, what are you doing
? Didn't I tell you to clean my hands? Why are you taking off my clothes?"

If it weren't for the experience of Zhou Menglong cleaning her lower body earlier, the beautiful white-collar worker would have thought that
Zhou Menglong was aroused again and wanted to insert his big penis into her little cunt. But at this moment,
although Zhao Shuli knew that Zhou Menglong wasn't aroused, being held in the arms of this wicked man and feeling his
strength and heat, the beautiful white-collar worker's already cleaned legs became wet again
.

Because Zhao Shuli didn't resist, and because Zhou Menglong was already
quite adept , her shirt was quickly undone by Zhou Menglong, hanging limply to both sides,
once again revealing her full and elastic breasts, which were tightly wrapped in her bra
.

After unbuttoning the beautiful white-collar worker's shirt, Zhou Menglong's hands didn't stop. Instead, he went directly behind
Zhao Shuli , touched the bra straps, and with a nimble twist of two fingers, there was a "snap,
" and her full and firm breasts, as if liberated, joyfully jumped
out .

Zhou Menglong felt an alluring, fleshy scent waft towards him, and all he could see was
a sea of white flesh. Needless to say, it was the beautiful, tender breasts of the white-collar worker, so soft they seemed to drip with moisture. Seeing that Zhao Shuli's dark
red nipples had hardened again, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but swallow hard. "Damn,
this woman is so sensitive. I'm just holding her, and her nipples are already hard. Maybe she's wet down there too."

As Zhou Menglong moved on her, Zhao Shuli's
belief that he was simply cleaning the dirt off her hands was slowly wavering. After all, Zhou Menglong had not only taken off her shirt
but also her bra, and all of this seemed
completely unrelated .

"Is he really going to fuck me?"

The thought sent a shiver of unease through the mature and beautiful Zhao Shuli
. "It's impossible. If he wanted to fuck me, he would have already inserted his big
cock ."

A sense of loss crept into Zhao
Shuli , Zhou Menglong's voice rang out again: "Shuli, didn't you
want me to clean your hands? Well, I'll start now."

Zhou Menglong's words confirmed Zhao Shuli's inner turmoil. The beautiful white-collar
worker felt only disappointment. She desperately wanted to pull down Zhou Menglong's pants and force his hard,
hot cock into her wet cunt, to soothe her aroused
body. But the thought of the consequences prevented her from doing so.

"That Manager Zhou is really too much! He keeps messing with me, I have to get
revenge! Humph, next time I give him oral sex, I'll bite his big cock hard,
or when he enters me, I'll squeeze him until he dies!"

Perhaps already aroused by Zhou Menglong, the beautiful white-collar worker didn't forget about sex even
while . But at the same time, Zhou Menglong's words aroused her intense
curiosity. She really wanted to know what
the connection was between taking off her clothes and cleaning her hands.

Zhou Menglong grabbed Zhao Shuli's wrist, which hung limply at her waist, and guided her hand
to touch her full and elastic breasts: "Sister Shuli, look, is
n't your hand clean now?"

As he spoke, Zhou Menglong guided Zhao Shuli's hand to caress her snow-white breasts
. As his hands rubbed against the delicate skin of her breasts,
the mixture of her vaginal fluid and semen on Zhao Shuli's hands slowly transferred to her breasts. Under this stimulation,
Zhao Shuli's nipples swelled even more.

Zhao Shuli clearly hadn't expected Zhou Menglong to clean her in this way, and
her pretty face flushed with embarrassment. However, the wonderful sensation emanating from between her breasts made this beautiful office worker
wish the filth on her hands would never be completely removed.

Walking behind Zhao Shuli, Zhou Menglong almost burst out laughing. He watched as the beautiful white-collar worker's
full, bouncy buttocks, tightly encased in her short skirt, traced graceful arcs in the air. Zhou
Menglong thought wickedly, "Damn, this little vixen, not wearing underwear and yet posing with such a seductive backside,
isn't she blatantly trying to seduce me? And I wonder if the liquid on her breasts has dried yet, and if my semen
has seeped into her skin."

Thinking about how, after cleaning the filth from Zhao Shuli's hands, the beautiful white-collar worker had slumped
against the wall, almost unable to stand without his support, Zhou Menglong felt
immensely smug .

Suddenly, Zhou Menglong noticed a change in the walking posture of the beautiful white-collar worker, Zhao Shuli.
Previously, she had been walking with her legs slightly tucked in, but now she involuntarily tightened them further. Moreover,
as she tightened her legs, the range of her hip movements decreased, but the frequency increased
, creating a captivatingly alluring effect.

"Damn, what's this woman doing? Why is she shaking her butt like she's been electrocuted? Oh, maybe
I teased her too much earlier. But that doesn't make sense. Even if I teased her more, she wouldn't have
waited until now to react."

Watching the beautiful white-collar worker walking ahead of him tighten her legs, and her
full and elastic buttocks, tightly wrapped in a short skirt, tremble more and more violently, Zhou Menglong suddenly remembered the fact that
Zhao Shuli wasn't wearing underwear. Thinking of this, Zhou Menglong had a flash of inspiration and finally understood
why Zhao Shuli had become like this.

Eighty-four-year-old young woman Shuli

(repeated here) You should know that underwear is made of silk, soft and smooth. Even if it gets into
the cleft of the flesh , it generally won't cause much stimulation. But stockings are different.
No matter what stockings are made of, the surface will have a roughness, and the seam of the pantyhose is slightly raised.
Now, Zhao Shuli is not wearing underwear, but only black bodysuit stockings. When Zhou Menglong helped Zhao Shuli
put on the stockings , he used a bit too much force. After walking, the stockings should be deeply embedded
between the beautiful white-collar worker's two thick labia. In this way, the teasing between the labia of the stockings is no less than
the pleasure produced by Zhou Menglong constantly teasing Zhao Shuli's little cunt with his tongue. No wonder this beautiful
white-collar worker is now making the movements of clenching her legs and shaking her waist.

The thought of the black stockings sinking deep between the legs of the beautiful white-collar worker Zhao Shuli,
rubbing against her vulva and slowly becoming soaked again with her juices, made Zhou Menglong gasp.
A certain part of his body reacted once more. Suddenly, Zhou Menglong had the urge to
lift Zhao Shuli's skirt to see just how deep the stockings had sunk, prompting this beauty to act so lewdly
. However, as they descended to the lower level and more people gathered,
Zhou Menglong had to suppress this thought.

Fortunately, there was a restroom not far away. Zhao
Shuli dashed into the restroom and didn't emerge for a long time. When she did come out, her gait
had returned to normal, further confirming Zhou Menglong's judgment. Seeing the
stark , Zhou Menglong secretly burst into laughter.

Zhou Menglong arrived at the General Affairs Department office area on the thirteenth floor. Since the department wasn't officially operational yet, it
was n't very crowded; only a few female clerks recently transferred from other departments were already working
on the initial tasks. The department sign and other department names were already up, and even the department manager's office
was ready. Opposite the manager's office was the vice president's office, where Qian Xiangyu would be working.

As soon as Zhou Menglong appeared, the female employees greeted him. Everyone in Hengxin Group knew about Zhou Menglong
; his promotions were incredibly fast, reaching department manager in the blink of an eye. But that wasn't the most crucial point. The most crucial
point was that this department manager was a scoundrel; any female employee with even a little bit of attractiveness found it difficult to escape his
harassment.

He wondered if Zhou Menglong would feel indignant upon hearing these rumors; he didn't seem to have reached that level.
Entering the manager's office, Zhou Menglong saw a short-haired girl in a Hengxin Group uniform tidying up
the office. The girl wasn't tall, but from the side, she had a good figure. Hearing the door open behind him, the
short-haired girl turned around, her cold, beautiful face appearing before Zhou Menglong.

"And you are?"

the girl asked, her expression icy and devoid of any smile. "If I haven't come to the wrong room
, this will be my office from now on,"

Zhou Menglong said with a smile. The short-haired girl still didn't smile, but politely replied, "Manager Zhou, right?
Hello , I'm your assistant, Xu Feifei."

Zhou Menglong had seen his assistant's resume. She was, after all, his assistant, and without
his approval, it would be difficult for Xu Feifei to become the assistant manager of the General Affairs Department. According to her resume, Xu Feifei was
twenty-five years old and a graduate of Nanjing University. She had previously served as an assistant in the Purchasing Department and the Human Resources Department at Hengxin Group
, and was transferred to the General Affairs Department as an assistant there after its establishment. Considering
how firmly an assistant in the Marketing Department held her position, it wasn't hard to understand why Xu Feifei was able to change positions so frequently.

Imagine which male manager would like their assistant to be so cold and aloof all the time. Besides,
the HR manager is notoriously womanizing; a mistress once openly approached Hengxin Group. Thinking about it this way, it's understandable that Xu
Feifei won't stay in the HR assistant position for long. "Oh, Xu Feifei, right? From now on, you'll be my
assistant . In that case, could you please arrange for someone to move my things from the marketing manager's office here?"

Zhou Menglong didn't stand on ceremony; since she was his subordinate, he should use her. "Okay,"

Xu Feifei replied. "Oh, and also, if you have some free time, familiarize yourself with the general affairs department's processes.
Most of the work from now on will be done by you, and I hope my assistant is someone who can help me get things done."

Xu Feifei stared wide-eyed, completely bewildered by Zhou Menglong's words. Zhou Menglong chuckled and
said, "What I mean is, if you can handle something, don't bother me. And for things you can't decide,
go to the vice president. She's my superior, and everything should be reported to her."

This time, Xu Feifei understood and nodded, saying, "Manager, Vice President Qian already told me beforehand that anything
involving your signature or processing must be done by you. She also instructed that since you're the department manager of the General Affairs Department,
everything must go through you before being reported to Vice President Qian."

"Damn, that's really rude. It's obvious you're going to do everything yourself,"

Zhou Menglong said with a curse. "You can't bully people like this! So what if I offend someone?
Come on , I like offending people anyway."

"Manager, is there anything else you need?"

Xu Feifei asked, ignoring Zhou Menglong's mutterings. "It's alright,"

Zhou Menglong said. "Xu Feifei, remember this: when I'm not around, look for Vice President Qian."

Zhou Menglong added, "She's the actual leader of this department, and I'm just a puppet, there
to take the fall for her."

Zhou Menglong wasn't sure if Xu Feifei understood, so he turned and walked towards Qian Xiangyu's
office the street. Zhou Menglong planned to reiterate to Qian Xiangyu that he was only there for arguing, not for
managing anything. But to his disappointment, Qian Xiangyu wasn't in her office. Qian Xiangyu's female assistant told Zhou Menglong that
Vice President had just taken leave, apparently because her son was sick.

"I didn't expect this woman to have such a gentle side."

Zhou Menglong thought to himself, "Looks like I was right. She looks cold on the outside, but she
must be ."

After meeting with her client, Zhao Shuli checked her watch; it was 3:30 PM. She stood at the intersection of the main street in the development zone and
called Zhou Menglong. By the time Zhou Menglong arrived after receiving Zhao Shuli's call,
half an hour . After opening the car door and waiting for Zhao Shuli to get in, he said, "This damn traffic,
it's congested everywhere. Shuli, were you waiting long?"

"No, thank you, Supervisor."

Zhao Shuli didn't give Zhou Menglong a friendly look. She turned her gaze out the window as soon as she got in the car, refusing to look at him.
Zhou Menglong didn't mind. He now understood Zhao Shuli's temperament; this girl had a strong sense of pride and rarely spoke softly.
However, he wondered what he had done to offend Zhao Shuli. He had only teased her a little; did
she deserve this attitude? But when Zhou Menglong thought of Zhao Ningshuang, he felt that Zhao Shuli's temper was many times better than Zhao Ningshuang's.

Zhou Menglong drove all the way to the entrance of the Central Shopping Mall in the city center, found a parking space, and parked the car. Before he could get out to open the car door for
Zhao Shuli , she had already opened the door and gotten out of the car herself. Zhou Menglong smiled slightly and got out of the car as well.
"Shuli, what do your parents like? I'll bring it over from here. I can't just go empty-handed,"

Zhou Menglong asked.

Zhao Shuli was a little embarrassed. Although she didn't give Zhou Menglong a friendly look, her feelings were quite different. Last time,
Zhou Menglong had spent a lot of money because of her. Moreover, the two of them had even been intimate. Although
she showed indifference on her face now, she knew in her heart that she was becoming more and more dependent on this hateful man
. This time, he had to spend money again to see her. Zhao Shuli felt uneasy, as if she owed Zhou Menglong
a lot. According to her personality, she wouldn't show it on her face.

Zhao Shuli hesitated and said, "I think you shouldn't buy anything. My parents said you shouldn't bring
anything ."

"How can that be? How can you go out to eat without bringing anything?"

Zhou Menglong said, his right hand naturally putting his arm around Zhao Shuli's waist. Although Zhao Shuli frowned slightly, she
didn't say anything, as if she didn't feel anything. She said, "How about we buy a carton of cigarettes? My dad
likes Huangshan, the five-yuan kind. I think we should just buy a carton."

"Huangshan? That's too cheap."

Zhou Menglong put his arm around Zhao Shuli and walked towards the lobby of the Central Department Store, saying, "I think we should buy a carton
of Su cigarettes. Of course, you should smoke good cigarettes. Cigarettes are bad for your health to begin with. If you smoke bad cigarettes, it will only be
more harmful to your health."

Zhao Shuli hadn't considered this point. Hearing Zhou Menglong say this, she felt that it made sense.
But she still felt that Zhou Menglong was spending too much money, and she felt bad about it. Zhou Menglong's money didn't come easily, and
Zhao Shuli felt increasingly guilty for spending so much on her for no reason.

She neither agreed nor disagreed, only giving a vague "Mmm," before following Zhou Menglong to the central
hall . The hall was crowded, and Zhao Shuli was inevitably jostled, leaning closer to
Zhou Menglong. So close, Zhou
Menglong , pulling her straight to the tobacco counter.

"Get me a carton of Su cigarettes,"

Zhou Menglong said, releasing his hold on Zhao Shuli and pointing to the Su cigarettes on the counter. Soon, a carton of Su cigarettes,
priced at over eight hundred yuan, was placed in front of Zhou Menglong. Upon hearing the price of the cigarettes, Zhao Shuli quickly
refused , saying, "Manager, don't buy these, they're too expensive."

Zhou Menglong chuckled and said, "I'm saying you can't catch a wolf without risking your cub. If I can make your dad
happy , maybe he'll betroth you to me. Spending just over eight hundred yuan to marry a beautiful woman, that's
a great deal."

Zhao Shuli knew Zhou Menglong was joking, but she still blushed and lightly sipped her liquor, saying, "
Dream on! I decide my own marriage."

"Since that's the case, what do you think of me? I'm not bad, think about it."

Zhou Menglong put his arm around Zhao Shuli again. Zhao Shuli glanced at the sales clerk watching them,
blushed , and pushed Zhou Menglong's arm away, saying, "It's late, my parents
are probably getting impatient at home."

Instead of scolding Zhou Menglong for being dishonest, she said something ambiguous. This gave Zhou Menglong courage.
He wouldn't let go with his right hand; instead, he increased the pressure slightly. Zhao Shuli tried to push him away, but couldn't.
She had to twist her buttocks forcefully, finally managing to break free from Zhou Menglong's grasp. Zhou Menglong smiled and
paid for his cigarettes with his credit card. Zhao Shuli then hurried towards the door, afraid of being grabbed by Zhou Menglong again. At this moment,
only she knew the complex emotions she felt. Zhou Menglong followed behind Zhao Shuli, watching her pert buttocks
sway, feeling a surge of heat.

Just then, Zhao Shuli seemed to notice Zhou Menglong staring at her buttocks from behind. She suddenly turned around and
said to Zhou Menglong, who was following her at a leisurely pace, "Manager, what are you doing? Let's go."

Only then did Zhou Menglong quicken his pace to catch up with Zhao Shuli, and the two walked out of the Central Mall side by side. It was 5:30 when
they arrived at Zhao Shuli's building . Zhou Menglong parked the car at the entrance and opened the door, preparing to go upstairs with Zhao Shuli. Just then,
a young man of similar age to Zhao Shuli came down from the building, carrying two empty beer
bottles.

"Shuli, just got off work?"

the young man greeted Zhao Shuli warmly with a smile. "Brother Changjiang, yes,
where are you going?"

Zhao Shuli's smile changed drastically upon seeing the young man, a stark contrast to her attitude towards Zhou Menglong.
"Going to buy two bottles of beer,"

the young man said, glancing at Zhou Menglong standing beside Zhao Shuli with a hint of hostility in his eyes,
before asking , "Shuli, who is this?"

"My colleague,"

Zhao Shuli smiled. "He drove me home last time, so today I invited him to my house for dinner as a thank
you. Brother Changjiang, I can't talk to you anymore; my parents are waiting for me. We can chat another time."

With that, Zhao Shuli gave the young man a sweet smile and stepped into the building. The young man
watched Zhou Menglong follow Zhao Shuli into the building, a look of displeasure in his eyes.

"Shuli, who's that handsome guy? He's so cool! I never imagined he could be so slim; even two of
you couldn't compare to him."

Zhou Menglong followed Zhao Shuli up the stairs, deliberately using irony to describe the young man from earlier as
overweight and not handsome. Hearing this, Zhao Shuli suddenly stopped. Zhou Menglong, caught off
guard , bumped into her prominent buttocks. Zhao Shuli
said irritably, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Menglong, looking aggrieved, replied, "You stopped suddenly, what does it have to do with me? I haven't even asked
you why you stopped!"

"Because you were insulting my brother, how can I not be angry?"

Zhao Shuli turned around, saying angrily, "Why do you talk about my brother like that?"

"Your brother? You don't seem to have mentioned him," Zhou

Menglong said. "Why should I tell you? Humph, who do you think I am? Why should I tell you everything about me?" Zhao Shuli's face was tense, looking genuinely angry. Zhou Menglong felt a pang of unease. He thought , "Who did I offend? Why am I asking you this? All I asked was one question. Is it worth getting so angry?" Seeing Zhao Shuli's expression, it seemed she was truly angry this time. A sudden wave of displeasure washed over Zhou Menglong. He placed the cigarette in Zhao Shuli's hand, pursed his lips, and said, "What's there to be angry about? Fine, I guess it's all my fault . I've upset you again. Fine, I'll leave." With that, Zhou Menglong turned and strode downstairs. "Stop!" Zhao Shuli called after Zhou Menglong, seeing he seemed angry, but he ignored her and quickly went down one floor. Confirming that Zhou Menglong was truly angry this time, Zhao Shuli hurried downstairs and chased after him. Reaching the top of the stairs, Zhou Menglong ignored Zhao Shuli calling after him, lit a cigarette, and walked towards his car. Zhao Shuli, wearing high heels, hurried downstairs. Seeing Zhou Menglong already at the car, she panicked and lost her footing, nearly falling into the air. "Ah!" Zhao Shuli screamed, her body lurching forward, about to crash onto the concrete floor at the bottom of the stairs. Hearing Zhao Shuli's scream, Zhou Menglong looked up and saw her about to fall. Without thinking, he stomped his right foot hard on the ground, bent over, and darted forward like an arrow. In a flash, he was in front of Zhao Shuli, grabbing her waist with both hands. He spun around in the narrow stairwell, his back slamming against the wall, securing Zhao Shuli and preventing her from getting hurt. "Be careful, don't do that again," Zhou Menglong said, his face grim. He released Zhao Shuli, placed his right hand on his back, and turned to walk towards his car. Zhao Shuli looked at Zhou Menglong's strange posture, her gaze sweeping over the wall he had been leaning against. She saw a nail stuck upside down in a crack in the wall, where some of the plaster had peeled away, the exposed head stained with Zhou Menglong's blood. Zhao Shuli immediately understood: Zhou Menglong had used this nail to save her. Overwhelmed with guilt, she blurted out, "Brother Zhou, are you alright?" She ran behind Zhou Menglong and saw a small hole in his shirt, blood clinging to it. Zhou Menglong smiled slightly and said easily, "I'm fine, don't worry. Okay, I'll go back now." Zhao Shuli blocked Zhou Menglong's path, preventing him from opening the car door. "Brother Zhou, I'm sorry, it's all my fault ." Zhao Shuli looked ashamed, tears welling in her eyes, and mumbled, "Brother Zhou, I know you were angry because of . Actually, I also know that Brother Changjiang isn't good-looking, but he's been very good to me. Our two families have been neighbors for over ten years. Brother Changjiang has protected me since I was little, and we have a very good relationship. So, when you mentioned Brother Changjiang, I couldn't help but say that. I didn't mean to upset you on purpose." " You called me Brother Zhou?" Zhou Menglong rubbed the spot behind his back where the nail had pierced and bled, his mouth agape, reminding Zhao Shuli , "Don't you like to call me Supervisor? You didn't hurt your head just now, did you? You seem a bit strange." "Let's not talk here. Come home with me quickly. I'll go find some antiseptic to wipe it on, in case it gets infected ." Zhao Shuli pulled Zhou Menglong's hand and went back into the building. She went up to the fourth floor in one breath, and when Zhao Shuli opened the door to her home, she saw her parents busy at home. Seeing Zhao Shuli return with Zhou Menglong, Zhao Shuli's father, Zhao Xiang, hurriedly said, "Shuli, you didn't say when 'd be back. Your mother and I thought it would be about the same as usual, but we didn't expect you to come so early." "Uncle, it's alright," Zhou Menglong smiled, handing over the cigarettes he had bought, saying, "I didn't know what to buy, so I just bought a carton of cigarettes . I don't know if you like them." Zhao Xiang was delighted to see that it was Su cigarettes, his forehead wrinkles widening with joy. Su cigarettes were good cigarettes. Although he didn't know how much a carton of Su cigarettes cost, he had heard from the old man Zhang, who often played chess with him, that a pack of Su cigarettes cost several tens of yuan. "Manager Zhou, I've heard Shuli mention you before. Last time, you spent several thousand yuan to treat her to drinks. This time, you brought me such good cigarettes. Look, I didn't buy anything fancy here, just in case you don't like the food." Zhao Shuli didn't tell her parents that she had spent over two hundred thousand yuan on drinks last time. If the two elderly people knew , they would be shocked to death. They only earn tens of thousands of yuan a year, and they spent over two hundred thousand yuan in one night. Anyone would be terrified. Zhao Shuli then told her parents that she had spent a few thousand yuan. Even so, Zhao Xiang scolded her , telling her not to spend other people's money in the future, because it wasn't easy for them to earn money. As soon as Zhou Menglong heard what the old man said, he knew that Zhao Shuli's father was an honest man. He laughed and said , "Uncle, it's alright, it's just a simple home-cooked meal, what's there to be picky about? Besides, if I were really that picky, I wouldn't come to your house, wouldn't I?" "That's right," Zhao Xiang said. He glanced at his daughter and said, "Shuli, take Manager Zhou inside to sit for a while, and he can come out when the food is ready." Zhao Shuli was already anxious to apply the medicine to Zhou Menglong, and now that she heard her father say this, she immediately said, "Okay, Dad, I'll take him to my room first, and call us when the food is ready."

After saying that, she tugged at Zhou Menglong's sleeve and led him towards her bedroom.

Upon entering Zhao Shuli's bedroom, a refreshing fragrance greeted them. A girl's bedroom is always
meticulously arranged. The walls were covered in light blue wallpaper, and a single bed was placed against the west wall, covered with snow-
white bedding. A cute Kitty bear sat on the bedside table. A
computer displaying a Lenovo computer. Coffee cups, coffee, folders, and other items were neatly arranged
to the right of the monitor. This arrangement gave a sense of order and prevented the feeling of clutter.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhao Shuli found a small bottle of mercurochrome, took a cotton swab, and walked over to Zhou Menglong. Seeing him
looking around her bedroom, she gently nudged him and said softly, "This is my bedroom
. You can't just look into a girl's bedroom like that."

"I'm just curious,"

Zhou Menglong chuckled. "I don't know why, but once I stepped into this bedroom, I didn't want to leave
. I wish I could sleep here."

"You're so frivolous,"

Zhao Shuli said softly. "If you want to sleep here, where am I supposed to sleep?"

Saying this, she pushed Zhou Menglong's back with her right hand. "Sit down, I'll put the medicine on for you."

Zhou Menglong patted his pants hard with both hands before lifting the covers and sitting on the bed. Zhao Shuli really
hadn't expected that Zhou Menglong, who seemed so carefree and indifferent, would be such a thoughtful person.
A strange feeling welled up in her heart, and she said softly, "Brother Zhou, it's okay, you can sit on the bed."

Hearing this, Zhou Menglong then rearranged the covers and sat on the snow-white sheets. Zhao Shuli sat down next to
Zhou Menglong and said, "Brother Zhou, take off your shirt."

Her words were quite suggestive; even Zhou Menglong hadn't expected Zhao Shuli to say something so ambiguous. Realizing she'd let something slip,
Zhao Shuli quickly explained, "I meant lift your shirt so I can apply
the medicine."

"Oh, I see. I really misunderstood,"

Zhou Menglong chuckled, reaching to unbutton his shirt. He initially intended to go shirtless, but then thought that wouldn't be appropriate,
so he lifted his shirt, exposing his back to Zhao Shuli.

Zhao Shuli took a cotton swab, dipped it in mercurochrome, and gently applied it to the edges of the wound on Zhou Menglong's back. She
applied it very carefully, afraid of hurting him. But even so, she still heard Zhou Menglong let out
a soft "Ouch!" Zhao Shuli quickly stopped and asked with concern, "Brother Zhou, are you alright?"

"It hurts a lot. Could it be that my spine was pierced?"

Zhou Menglong frowned, looking very uncomfortable.

"That shouldn't be the case. I don't think the wound is on my spine."

Although Zhao Shuli said this, she still checked anxiously, fearing that it might really be
what Zhou Menglong was worried about. After confirming that the wound wasn't on her spine, Zhao Shuli breathed a sigh of relief and smiled,
"Brother Zhou, don't worry, it's alright."

"I know it's alright,"

Zhou Menglong said with a mischievous grin. "Do you think I don't know where it hurts? I just wanted you
to touch , so I lied."

"You...you lied to me!"

Zhao Shuli was furious with Zhou Menglong. She pouted and swung her two small, pink fists,
punching Zhou Menglong's back. "You're really bullying me!"

Zhou Menglong turned around, grabbed Zhao Shuli's small, pink hands, and their faces were very close, their eyes meeting.
Zhao Shuli felt a burning sensation on her face. With her hands held tightly in Zhou Menglong's grasp, she couldn't move and could only lower her head, avoiding
his gaze. Zhou Menglong seized the opportunity and pulled Zhao Shuli into his arms.

Zhao Shuli felt her heart pounding wildly. Zhou Menglong lowered his lips and gently kissed Zhao Shuli's
lips . Zhao Shuli blushed, lowered her head, and dared not look at Zhou Menglong. Looking at Zhao Shuli
's pretty face and her delicate, smooth skin, and smelling the faint fragrance emanating from her body,
Zhou Menglong felt his male hormones surge, and a restless desire burned within him.
He cupped Zhao Shuli's delicate face in his right hand and kissed her luscious lips.

Zhao Shuli, overwhelmed by Zhou Menglong's kisses, lost her composure and momentarily became dizzy, involuntarily
reaching out to embrace Zhou Menglong's neck. Zhou Menglong held Zhao Shuli close, kissing her as he slipped his right hand
under her shirt and grasped her full, moist breasts. Zhao Shuli shifted slightly,
releasing her right hand. Through her shirt, she pressed down on Zhou Menglong
's right hand, which was trying to slip inside her bra. Her lips parted from his, and she whispered, "No."

Zhou Menglong didn't force her, nor did he simply pull his right hand away. Instead, he held Zhao Shuli close, his right hand
gently caressing her full breasts through her bra. His lips were almost touching her cheek as he whispered,
"Shuli, be my woman, live with me, okay?"

Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Zhao Xiang poked his head in, witnessing the scene.
Zhou Menglong quickly released Zhao Shuli, who was flustered and said uneasily, "Dad, why didn't you knock?"

"Oh, I forgot."

Zhao Xiang also felt awkward about coming in like this and quickly said, "I wanted to call you out for dinner.
If you're busy, go ahead, we'll eat later."

He then closed the door.

Zhao Shuli blushed and spitting at Zhou Menglong, saying, "It's all your fault! Explain to my father! In short, I
have nothing to do with you."

Zhou Menglong stood up and chuckled, "What do you mean, nothing to do with you? We've kissed and touched each other,
how can we have nothing to do with each other?"

"You…"

Zhao Shuli was about to say something when she saw Zhou Menglong open the door and walk out. Zhao Shuli had no
choice but to hold her breath and follow him out.

Zhao Shuli's father was looking for wine in the study, while the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen
. Out of politeness, Zhou Menglong went to the kitchen door, greeted Zhao Shuli's mother, and once again admired
this mature beauty. The woman's delicate face was flawless; the years had
left no trace on her youthful skin. Her round face, large, watery eyes, high nose
, and small, thin lips perfectly complemented each other, creating a stunning picture.
The painting left a deep impression on anyone who saw it.

Below the swan-like neck, a sudden, high hem rose to her breasts. Two large, jade-like
peaks , tightly encased in a white shirt, stood tall on the beautiful woman's chest, tracing
graceful arcs. The shirt buttons, as if unable to withstand the astonishing elasticity of the peaks, were taut
, forming a small, diamond-shaped gap between them. Unfortunately, Zhou Menglong was
too far away from the beautiful woman; otherwise, he would certainly have been able to see a glimpse of her breasts through this gap.

The shirt was fitted at the waist, clinging to the woman's
waist fully displaying her waistline to Zhou Menglong.
Though her waist was slender and delicate, it was full of elasticity and warmth, making her entire body appear more fluid and
dynamic.

The beautiful woman wore white leggings, her ample breasts appearing exaggeratedly perky
under . Judging from how taut the leggings were, Zhou Menglong had no doubt that the elasticity of her breasts was no less than Zhao Shuli's. Seeing the alluring aura emanating from the
graceful contours of her breasts, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but swallow hard. Her legs, like Jiang Wenli's, were straight and long , so long that even a piece of paper couldn't be inserted between them. Tightly wrapped in the white leggings, her legs appeared full of tension, allowing one to deeply feel their astonishing elasticity and softness without even touching them. The charming aunt, a beautiful woman, came out carrying a plate of food. Seeing Zhou Menglong, she smiled and nodded. Her smile was like a spring breeze thawing the ice, a hundred flowers blooming, causing Zhou Menglong to momentarily freeze. "Mr. Zhou, hello !" the woman greeted him, her expression as if she were seeing a familiar face , giving him a warm and welcoming feeling, yet without any affectation. Hearing the woman's greeting, Zhou Menglong felt a surge of warmth and quickly went to her saying, "Auntie, let me take it, let me take it." He stretched out his hand, clearly wanting to take the plate from her and curry favor with her. As Zhou Menglong approached the beautiful woman, he sensed a pleasant fragrance emanating from her . This fragrance wasn't like perfume; it was a natural body scent, refreshing and indescribable. Overwhelmed by the woman's allure, Zhou Menglong unconsciously sniffed and took a few deep breaths , exclaiming, "Auntie, you smell so good!" The woman paused, her large, watery eyes widening as she looked at Zhou Menglong. However , she saw no lewdness on his face, only genuine sincerity. Clearly, the compliment came from the heart of this seemingly agreeable young man. With a slight smile, she said, "Thank you. I didn't expect Mr. Zhou to have such a sweet tongue." As she spoke, she handed Zhou Menglong the plate she was carrying. Zhou Menglong smiled slightly, picked up the plate, and placed it on the dining table. An enticing aroma wafted over, making Zhou Menglong involuntarily swallow. This time, it wasn't the woman 's fragrance that made him salivate, but rather the incredibly delicious smell of the food on the plate. Seeing Zhou Menglong's expression, the woman giggled , "What's wrong, Mr. Zhou? Are you craving something? It's alright. From now on, just treat this place as your home . Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you." Zhou Menglong nodded. The woman's smile caused her full, firm breasts, tightly encased in her shirt, to tremble uncontrollably, creating waves that would leave anyone breathless . "Okay," she thought, "I not only want to eat your cooking, but I also love your breasts . I wonder if you'll let me have some?" Thinking this, Zhou Menglong's eyes gleamed as he looked at the woman's chest. The beautiful woman, preconceived notions, assumed Zhou Menglong was simply happy to eat her cooking, completely unaware of his wicked intentions. After laughing, her expression turned serious, and she continued, "By the way, Mr. Zhou, no offense, but why did you bring things to my house? Don't do that again , understand?" As she spoke, she began setting out the dishes. "Okay, I promise next time," Zhou Menglong replied, his eyes darting out of the corner of his eye towards the woman's full, firm breasts, swallowing his words. He saw the beautiful woman bending over, setting the table. Because of her bent-over posture, her white leggings clung tightly to her ample bosom, creating an undeniably alluring pose. Gazing at the beautiful woman's firm, round, and elastic buttocks, Zhou Menglong couldn't help but swallow hard. He subtly moved closer to the woman, whose back was to him. Throughout the entire process , Zhou Menglong's gaze remained fixed on the woman's buttocks, as if nothing in the world could distract him. As he drew closer to the woman's body, Zhou Menglong's eyes became increasingly clear on her full and elastic buttocks, tightly The two plump mounds were so full and alluring. Even more captivating was the way her buttocks swayed gently with her movements, as if telling Zhou Menglong something. This kind of temptation was irresistible . Suddenly, Zhou Menglong's gaze sharpened, captivated by the scene before him. He noticed a black, inverted triangle imprint on the beautiful woman's white, tight-fitting pants. This imprint, unmistakably, was from the undergarment tightly covering her most intimate area. The contrast between black and white striking, creating a visually stimulating effect. Seeing this alluring sight, Zhou Menglong secretly...

Swallowing hard,
Zhou Menglong He even wondered if, if he were to thrust his lower abdomen against her buttocks now, the
elasticity might cause him to stumble backward. Thinking this, Zhou Menglong felt a certain part of his body
react.

Closer and closer, Zhou Menglong felt his groin was only two centimeters
away . This distance made him realize that if his body swelled a little more, he might be able to press
against her buttocks, truly feeling their elasticity and tension. So, Zhou Menglong took a
deep breath, wanting to see if his body could actually touch her buttocks.

Zhou Menglong hadn't expected the beautiful woman to suddenly lift herself up. This movement
caused her beautiful buttocks to crash directly into him. Zhou Menglong was completely mesmerized by the woman's full, elastic buttocks, tightly encased in her
white leggings, and
never anticipated such a move. Caught off guard, her buttocks made intimate contact with
his groin.

A warm, soft, elastic sensation spread from his groin, making Zhou Menglong feel a surge of warmth
that made every pore on his body open. If he weren't afraid of upsetting the woman, he would have
almost groaned aloud. The woman felt a heat on her buttocks; something as hard as iron
was pressing against them. Even through several layers of clothing, she could still feel
its size and hardness.

The beautiful woman could even feel her flesh contracting rapidly inwards after being violated, enveloping the intruder.
The hard, iron-like object was deeply embedded within her
flesh. Then, as if sensing something amiss, it quickly
rebounded , forcefully pushing the intruder back.

Violated in this way, the beautiful woman's delicate face changed slightly. She turned her head and said, "Auntie,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I wanted to help you, really, but... but I didn't expect it to turn out
like . I'm so sorry."

Seeing the beautiful woman turn around, Zhou Menglong quickly put on an apologetic expression and
apologized .

The beautiful woman glanced at Zhou Menglong, noticing his apologetic expression. She assumed
it was truly unintentional. With a slight smile, she said, "Mr. Zhou, look at
what you're saying. Helping me is a good thing, why apologize? But young man, don't be so
clumsy in the future. If it were my sister, you'd be in for a world

of hurt." Seeing that the woman wasn't angry, Zhou Menglong felt a surge of satisfaction. His eyes naturally
drifted back to the woman's full, firm breasts. Admiring her alluring curves,
he thought to himself, "Auntie, you said I was clumsy, is it because I wasn't gentle enough? Don't worry
, next time I'll definitely be gentler with you. Your beautiful palace is mine for the taking." Hehe.

Although Zhao Xiang had initially said the food wasn't very good, that wasn't actually the case. The table was laden with dishes, from seafood
to meat, everything imaginable. Zhao Xiang had also specially brought out a bottle of his treasured Moutai liquor, a gift from an old friend
, which he had never been willing to drink. Zhao Xiang filled Zhou Menglong's glass with the liquor, then looked at his daughter and
smiled, "Shuli, how about a little?"

Zhao Shuli quickly waved her hand and said, "Dad, I can't drink this."

Zhao Xiang smiled, filled his own glass, and picked up his chopsticks first, gesturing, "
Manager , come and try this food. Shuli's mother has always been a good cook. Before we got married, she worked in
our factory canteen. Back then, whenever I went to eat, she would always secretly give me extra food."

After Zhao Xiang said this, even Zhou Menglong laughed. "Old man, you're talking nonsense again."

Hearing his wife say this, Zhao Xiang chuckled and said, "Manager Zhou isn't an outsider, he
won't mind if I say it."

As he spoke, Zhao Xiang picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and placed it in Zhou Menglong's bowl. "Manager Zhou, please eat. This
old man isn't good with words, please forgive me."

"Uncle, what are you saying? What can't we say between us? Besides, you're my elder. Even if
you wanted to hit me, a junior, I wouldn't say anything."

These words made Zhao Xiang and his wife nod repeatedly, admiring the young man's tactful words.
Only Zhao Shuli was still holding her breath, snorting, "Such a sweet talker."

Zhou Menglong pretended not to hear, stuffed the pork ribs into his mouth, took a few bites, and then spat out the bones. Smacking
his lips, Zhou Menglong held up a finger and said, "These ribs are delicious. I think they're better than the chefs at those restaurants."

The Zhao couple were delighted again. Zhao Xiang glanced at Zhao Shuli and said, "Shuli, quickly get some
food for your boss."

Zhao Shuli reluctantly picked up her chopsticks, placed a few pieces of meat in Zhou Menglong's bowl, and muttered,
"Eat yourself to death."

Hearing Zhao Shuli's mutterings, Zhou Menglong deliberately stuffed some meat into his mouth and muttered, "This dish is pretty good too.
Looks like I'm in for a treat tonight. Even if I eat myself to death, I'll be happy."

"What are you saying, Manager Zhou? If you like it, you can come to my house for dinner more often."

Zhao Xiang didn't know Zhou Menglong was saying this to Zhao Shuli; he thought it was a compliment on the food and felt
a surge of joy. After eating a few bites, Zhao Xiang picked up his wine glass and took a sip with Zhou Menglong. "Manager Zhou,
my daughter really needs your help in the future."

Zhao Xiang put down his wine glass and shifted the topic to Zhao Shuli. "I know this child's temper; she's too
proud and competitive in everything. But the more proud she is, the more likely she is to suffer losses. I'm afraid she
'll cause trouble at the company."

"Uncle, you're overthinking it. In my opinion, Shuli is conscientious and responsible, which is exactly what our marketing
department likes most. As for her being too proud, I can see that she's a bit too proud to admit it."

Zhou Menglong glanced at Zhao Shuli as he spoke, and seeing that she was looking at him, he continued, "That's
not good. Being proud is a good thing, but if she can't let go of her pride, as a salesperson, it means
fewer orders, which will affect her future."

Zhao Xiang became anxious upon hearing this. He was just an ordinary factory worker and had no idea about the
workings . Now that Zhou Menglong said it, he believed him and turned to Zhao Shuli, scolding her, "Shuli, did you hear
me? You need to change your temper and listen to your superiors more."

Zhao Shuli was scolded by her father for no reason, and she couldn't explain to him. She was seething with anger
and could only lower her head, nodding as she stuffed food into her mouth.

Seeing Zhao Shuli's expression, Zhou Menglong felt a surge of joy. He smiled and said, "Uncle,
I am her superior after all, and I will take good care of her in the future."

Zhao Xiang thanked him again and kept putting food on Zhou Menglong's plate.

After the meal, Zhao Shuli helped her mother clear the table, while Zhou Menglong and Zhao Xiang chatted in the living room.
Zhao Xiang was just an ordinary employee with no special skills, and he relied on his daughter to make him successful. Zhao Shuli was indeed
a bright student ; from elementary school to university, she consistently achieved excellent grades, always ranking among the top in her class. In university,
she received scholarships every year.

Zhou Menglong could tell that Zhao Xiang had high hopes for Zhao Shuli, hoping she would
succeed . Parents always have the same love and concern for their children. Zhou Menglong thought of his own family background; how poor his family had been, yet his parents still
gave him the best of everything. After chatting with Zhao Xiang for a while, Zhou Menglong said he had to go home. Zhao Xiang quickly asked Zhao Shuli to
see him out. At the door, the elderly couple repeatedly invited Zhou Menglong
to visit them , and Zhou Menglong agreed.

Zhao Shuli escorted Zhou Menglong downstairs. As Zhou Menglong opened the car door and got in, he smiled at Zhao Shuli
and said, "Shuli, I really enjoy eating at your house."

"Hmph, I won't invite you next time,"

Zhao Shuli pouted, still angry. "I only now realize that inviting you to my house was a
mistake ."

"Haha, I only now realize you like me, but you won't say it,"

Zhou Menglong laughed. "You're a girl with a strong sense of self-respect. To be honest, I
've fallen . From now on, be careful, I might make it impossible for you to control your emotions with reason like you do now.
And if anything happens then, I won't be responsible." While Zhao Shuli was still pondering these words, Zhou Menglong had already driven away. Zhao Shuli returned to the fourth floor.

As soon as she reached her door, she saw the door next door open, and Li Changjiang appeared in the doorway. "Brother Changjiang, you startled ! Why aren't you saying anything?" Zhao Shuli, seeing it was Li Changjiang, patted her chest and smiled. "Is that your boyfriend?" Li Changjiang asked without a smile, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes. "That's my boss, and also a friend," Zhao Shuli explained, noticing Li Changjiang's unusual demeanor. "He was just invited over for dinner. Changjiang, I have to go now, I need to get ready. We can talk another day." With that, Zhao Shuli opened the door, giving . Li Changjiang watched as Zhao Shuli closed the door, his right hand clenching into a fist. Zhou Menglong's current apartment was rented. He rented it because it was fully furnished, eliminating the need for additional furniture. Moving was even simpler. Zhou Menglong simply took , grabbed it and his laptop, and left the apartment. He left the rest to a professional moving company. Zhou Menglong drove to the Seaview Villa Community, a newly developed high-end villa residential area . It had only recently opened, and not many villas had been sold yet, making it somewhat deserted. He parked his car in front of a three-story villa within the community, got out, and pressed the doorbell. A moment later, the openwork iron gate slowly slid open. Zhou Menglong drove into the villa's courtyard, where a middle-aged woman in her forties came out and stood in front of his car. "You must be Mr. Zhou," the woman asked as she saw him get out. Zhou Menglong nodded. He didn't recognize the woman but guessed she was someone arranged by the Xu family, so he asked, "And you are?" "My surname is Wu, and people always call me Aunt Wu. I used to be Miss's nanny, taking care of her. Now that Miss is moving out, Master arranged for me to stay with her and take care of her," Aunt Wu introduced herself. "Oh, I see. Well, I guess we don't need a nanny then." Zhou Menglong said this, but inwardly he thought, "It seems Zhao Ningshuang still doesn't trust me. This isn't a nanny, she's practically her bodyguard." Aunt Wu was about to help Zhou Menglong with the briefcase, but Zhou Menglong waved his hand, saying, "No need for this, it's quite heavy . I'll carry it." "Mr. Zhou, where's your other luggage?" Aunt Wu looked into the car and, seeing no other luggage, asked curiously. "I entrusted it to a moving company ; they should arrive soon. Aunt Wu, could you show me around the house and take me to my room?" Zhou Menglong emphasized his room, implying that he didn't intend to live with Zhao Ningshuang and shouldn't think he wanted to do anything to her. Aunt Wu didn't say much, and it was unclear whether she understood the implication in Zhou Menglong's words. She picked up Zhou Menglong laptop bag and led him into the villa. The first floor of the villa mainly consisted of the living room and dining room. Aunt Wu gave a brief introduction to the first floor before leading Zhou Menglong to the second floor. She pointed out which room was Zhao Ningshuang's, and that Zhou Menglong's room was next to Zhao Ningshuang's. Aunt Wu herself lived on the first floor, not the second . The third floor was similarly laid out, but it had a large room. Aunt Wu smiled and told Zhou Menglong that the large room was intended by the master to be Zhou Menglong and Zhao Ningshuang's wedding room. Once they got married, this villa would be a gift from Zhao Dongfang to the young couple. "This gift is quite generous; I'm afraid I won't have the chance to receive it," Zhou Menglong thought to himself, but feigned surprise and delight. Zhou Menglong returned to his room, and just as he sat down on the bed, the moving company's truck arrived. Aunt Wu bustled around, arranging for Zhou Menglong to decorate his room. Actually, Zhou Menglong's room didn't have much to decorate; it simply contained some clothes and a quilt. After Wu Ma tidied up Zhou Menglong's room, she asked, "Mr. Zhou, what would you like to eat for lunch?" "Anything is fine with me."

Zhou Menglong waved his hand, indicating that he didn't care. Aunt Wu frowned and said, "If that's the case, I
'll make Sichuan cuisine. Master and Miss will be coming at noon. Miss had already moved some things over yesterday, but she
didn't bring her dog, Mao Mao, back, so she went back to get it."

"Mao Mao?"

Zhou Menglong was taken aback, thinking, "What's Mao Mao?"

"It's Miss's pet Shih Tzu, which she adores."

"Oh, I see,"

Zhou Menglong replied. Seeing that Zhou Menglong had no further instructions, Aunt Wu went downstairs to prepare lunch.
Zhou Menglong lay alone on the bed, pondering what to do next. Given the current situation, it seemed he
could consider marrying Zhao Ningshuang; that way, he would have a home. But Zhou Menglong quickly
dismissed the idea. Even if he wanted to, Zhao Ningshuang wouldn't agree.

Lost in thought, Zhou Menglong actually fell asleep in bed. He was awakened by a knock on the door. He got out of bed,
opened the door, and saw Zhao Ningshuang standing in the doorway, dressed in a white casual outfit. In Zhao Ningshuang's arms, she held
a white poodle. The little dog stared at Zhou Menglong with its black eyes wide open.

"Good morning," Zhao Ningshuang greeted him. Zhou Menglong knew Zhao Ningshuang was teasing him;
what time ? "Early?" he thought. He rubbed his eyes and laughed, "My dear wife, did you just get up too? Looks like we
should sleep together from now on, perfect!"

"Go away, don't give me that,"

Zhao Ningshuang pouted. "Don't think this is how we get married. Let me tell you, I have no intention of
marrying you. Forget about it." "

Whatever. If we don't get married, we can still share a bed,"

Zhou Menglong said mischievously. "How about we start sharing a bed tonight?"

"Hmph, you bastard, you'd better keep dreaming,"

Zhao Ningshuang cursed at Zhou Menglong, then added, "I came to tell you to come down for dinner. If you
want to keep sleeping, I don't mind."

With that, she turned and headed downstairs. Just as Zhao Ningshuang turned around, Zhou Menglong said, "Wife,
aren't you going to give me a kiss before leaving?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Ningshuang wanted nothing more than to kick Zhou Menglong with her high heels. She simply couldn't understand what this guy's
skin was made of, to be so shameless. "Bastard, I think you should just keep dreaming.
I told you, I will absolutely not marry you."

"Wife, why are you so angry? I was just saying it casually."

Zhou Menglong said, moving behind Zhao Ningshuang and seemingly accidentally touching her buttocks with his right hand. Zhao
Ningshuang's face changed, and she turned around angrily, "Bastard, what are you doing?"

"Wife, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Zhou Menglong said sincerely, "If you don't forgive me, then I don't mind if you touch me too."

"I've never met a rogue like you."

Zhao Ningshuang blushed, only able to glare at Zhou Menglong. She really couldn't do anything with him, and angrily walked downstairs.
Zhou Menglong wore a satisfied smile, thinking, "Just as I expected, Zhao Ningshuang's breasts are indeed
the best a woman can have."

The thought of seeing Zhao Ningshuang pouting and getting angry at him every day made
him chuckle.

Zhao Dongfang sat in the center, with Zhao Ningshuang and Zhou Menglong on either side. Aunt Wu brought out a fragrant spread of
eight dishes and a soup—a lavish meal. "Aunt Wu, please sit down too,"

Zhao Dongfang nodded to Aunt Wu, gesturing for her to sit as well. Aunt Wu hesitated before sitting down next to Zhao Ningshuang.
Zhao Dongfang first looked at Zhao Ningshuang, then at Zhou Menglong, before saying, "Today is
a . Ningshuang is finally going to live independently. Although this is
just an adjustment period for the two of you, and you're not officially married yet, I think it should be seen as the prelude to your formal life
together. Xiao Zhou, I've spoiled my daughter. Her mother died early, and I've been too busy with work to pay much attention to Ningshuang
, which has led to her current temperament. You, on the other hand, are different. From what I know of you, you've experienced
a lot of hardship and have a wealth of life experience. I hope you can be more considerate of Ningshuang in the future. After all, she's my daughter,
and I want her to be happy."

Hearing Zhao Dongfang's words, Zhou Menglong thought to himself, "This is really good; they've set a trap for me."

Thinking this, he said aloud, "Uncle, don't worry, I won't bully Ningshuang.
I'm an adult; I won't stoop to the level of a child."

"Who's the child?"

Zhao Ningshuang retorted, unconvinced by Zhou Menglong calling her a child. "You're not much older than me,
so why do you call me a child?"

Seeing the young couple about to argue again, Zhao Dongfang chuckled. "Alright, stop arguing. We're all
family , why fight over such a small thing? Okay, I won't say any more, let's eat. After dinner,
I'm going to see an old friend, Xiao Zhou. If you have time, you can go see him, and I'll introduce you to some new
people."

Zhou Menglong shook his head. "Uncle, I have something to do this afternoon, I'd like to go out for a bit."

"Alright, young people always have their own things to take care of."

Zhao Dongfang didn't ask any further questions and picked up his chopsticks. Seeing Zhao Dongfang pick up his chopsticks, Zhao Ningshuang, Zhou Menglong, and the others also
picked up theirs, eating in silence. Zhou Menglong did indeed have something to do this afternoon
. He had declined Xiang Tianhong's invitation to dinner last time. But Xiang Tianhong called again, and seeing he couldn't avoid it, Zhou Menglong simply
agreed. However, he wasn't going to eat, but to bowl at a high-end club.

Driving his white Bora to the entrance of Xiangjincheng at 23 Shandong Road, he was immediately
struck by the sight: the entrance was practically a luxury car exhibition. Various high-end cars were lined up in the parking spaces on both sides of the entrance,
including Lotus and Rover, brands rarely seen in China. "Sir, are you a member of this club?"

A male security guard responsible for arranging parking spaces at the entrance saw Zhou Menglong driving a Bora and assumed
he was just looking for a parking spot and not a member, so he approached and asked.

"I'm not a member of your club,"

Zhou Menglong said, getting out of the car and glancing at the security guard. "But someone invited me here."

He tossed the car keys to the guard. "Could you please find me a parking space? Thank you." Just as the

security guard was about to ask Zhou Menglong another question, a man in a suit emerged from the club entrance.
Zhang Weigang. Seeing Zhou Menglong being harassed by a male security guard, Zhang Weigang rushed over and reprimanded the guard, saying,
"What are you doing? Don't you know Mr. Zhou is Mr. Xiang's VIP? Do you want to quit?"

The guard recognized Zhang Weigang and knew that Mr. Xiang was a regular at the club, especially
since Mr. Xiang held a VIP card. The guard was terrified and apologized repeatedly. Zhou Menglong smiled, patted
the guard on the shoulder, and said, "It's alright, you're just doing your job. Blame it on me for not having enough money to buy a beat-up car."

This made the guard feel awkward; he was being reprimanded for looking down on people. He wasn't stupid; he understood perfectly well
.

Zhang Weigang put his arm around Zhou Menglong's shoulder, smiling broadly. "Brother, you really are something else. Why did you drive this
car ? Didn't our company provide you with an Audi? Why didn't you drive it out?"

"I left that car at the company. It's not even broken in yet. I wouldn't dare drive it around
carelessly .

If I had an accident, I couldn't afford to pay for it," Zhou Menglong laughed. "After all, my salary isn't as high as Manager Zhang's. Otherwise, if I had an accident, you could pay
for it."

Zhang Weigang wanted to say, "Don't you know there's insurance? The insurance company will pay if there's an accident."

But he suppressed his impulse and said with a forced smile, "Brother, look at what you're saying. You're my boss now.
How could you not even be able to afford this much? You're just joking, haha."

Looking at Zhang Weigang's smug look, Zhou Menglong secretly admired him. "Look at him. That
's real composure. He's clearly angry, but you can't tell on his face. I should really bring Zhao Ningshuang to see him someday."

Zhang Weigang led Zhou Menglong into the club and all the way to the bowling alley on the third floor. From a distance, Zhou Menglong spotted Xiang Tianhong
wearing a short-sleeved sweatshirt and a white baseball cap, striking a pose as if about to throw a ball. Surrounding
him were three other men, all dressed similarly in sweatshirts.

Zhou Menglong recognized all three: Zhao Jinhe, the production manager of Hengxin Group—
everyone in the company knew he was Xiang Tianhong's man, so his presence wasn't surprising
; Li Chengyu, the purchasing manager—a notorious womanizer despite being 53 years old
; and Fan Wentong, the factory manager of the second of Hengxin Group's eight factories, who surprised
Zhou Menglong . He'd only met Fan at a meeting; a man in his forties with a square face, he seemed
quiet and reserved. Zhou Menglong hadn't expected to encounter him here. It seemed Xiang Tianhong had
quite a few . If things continued this way, Hengxin Group could easily fall under his control, which was exactly what Wang Xiong was worried about
—the formation of factions within the group.

As Xiang Tianhong threw the ball, a ping-pong sound came from the other side, followed
by cheers from the three people surrounding him. "Great! Vice President Xiang's shot was superb!"

"Yeah, I think he'd be no less skilled than professional players in international competitions."

Just as Xiang Tianhong was feeling smug, Zhou
Menglong said in a questioning tone, "That's strange. I remember professional players always
knocking them all down, so why is Vice President Xiang still standing? Has the skill level of professional players declined so drastically?"

Zhou Menglong

's words made Xiang Tianhong and the others quite embarrassed. No one expected someone to be so disrespectful and embarrass Xiang Tianhong. Xiang Tianhong, a seasoned veteran of the workplace, possessed a composure far beyond that of ordinary people. Suddenly, he smiled, patted Zhou Menglong on the shoulder, and said warmly like an old friend, "Little Zhou, everyone was just joking. How could an old man like me participate in an international competition? It's just for fun, nothing special." "Oh, I see. Please don't take offense, Vice President Xiang and all the leaders. I don't have much education, only a high school graduate . I even got my diploma by pulling strings with my teacher. I'm not very quick-witted, I just didn't quite catch on." Zhou Menglong immediately put on an expression of sudden realization, apologizing repeatedly. His sincerity made everyone present believe that Zhou Menglong hadn't meant it. Xiang Tianhong had originally intended to win over Zhou Menglong. Although he wasn't very happy about Zhou Menglong's words, he didn't show it. Instead, he laughed along with Zhou Menglong. "Little Zhou, you should know right?" Xiang Tianhong asked. "We've met, so we're acquaintances," Zhou Menglong nodded. "We're both high-ranking executives in the company." "What are you saying, Manager Zhou? You'll be my superior from now on, so please take good care of your subordinate," Zhao Jinhe said with a smile, flattering Zhou Menglong. Zhao Jinhe's flattery skills were absolutely top-notch; the position of production department head was usually secured by Zhao Jinhe's abilities, and half of that was his flattery skills. "Alright, I, the department manager of the general affairs department, don't even know what I'm doing. And you're asking me to take care of you? I'd say you should be taking care of me. The production department is a lucrative position; which factory doesn't listen to their orders?" Zhou Menglong said, shifting his gaze to Fan Wentong. "Factory Director Fan, you agree, right?" Fan Wentong was taken aback when Zhou Menglong brought up the topic, and instinctively nodded in agreement . "Yes." Xiang Tianhong had also noticed something; Zhou Menglong was a petty scoundrel who became arrogant once he gained power, always speaking with a thuggish air that made people uncomfortable. He said to Zhang Weigang and the others, "You guys go have some fun first . I have something to say to Manager Zhou." With that, he patted Zhou Menglong on the shoulder, and the two walked towards a chair not far away. Xiang Tianhong sat down, leaning back, and said to Zhou Menglong, "Little Zhou, what do you think of this place?" "It's nice here," Zhou Menglong replied absentmindedly. "This is one of the top private clubs in Beihai City. Ordinary people ca n't come here. Everyone who comes here is worth millions. If you like it, I don't think you'll have any problem coming here in the future ." Zhou Menglong said "Oh," seemingly not very interested. This club wasn't considered high-end He'd been to truly luxurious clubs before, and he was a regular at those so-called high society balls frequented by foreign celebrities—his connections were extensive, and he had close ties with national political figures. Seeing Zhou Menglong's lack of interest, Xiang Tianhong misunderstood that Zhou Menglong wasn't interested in bowling and laughed , "Little Zhou, don't think this is just about bowling. There are many other fun things here. As long as you're willing to spend the money, I guarantee you'll have a blast."

Xiang Tianhong narrowed his eyes, brought his face closer to Zhou Menglong, and whispered, "The girls here are top-notch,
absolutely incomparable to the ordinary ones outside."

"Vice President Xiang, these aren't my interests,"

Zhou Menglong scoffed. "It's boring. I'd rather play games or flirt with girls. As for
finding girls here, that's even more ridiculous. So what if they're top-notch? They're not just one-headed, one-mouthed girls. I don't
believe they can grow two mouths."

"Heh, you're right. It seems we're from different eras; our thoughts are naturally different."

Xiang Tianhong was thrown off balance by Zhou Menglong's words. He had already devised a way to win Zhou Menglong over—to
make him envious of his life. If Zhou Menglong obediently listened to him, coming here would be no problem.
But Zhou Menglong completely ignored this plan. His original plan had fallen through.

Xiang Tianhong felt that Zhou Menglong was a bit foolish; he didn't like the things everyone else liked
. A smart person, like Zhao Jinhe or Fan Wentong, is easy to win over. The hardest to win over
are idiots—they're clueless and don't understand anything you're saying. Xiang Tianhong unconsciously categorized
Zhou Menglong as an idiot, unable to understand what had gotten into the president that he'd
agreed to appoint this fool as the head of the general affairs department.

Although he thought this, he didn't show it. He grinned and said, "Xiao Zhou, to be honest,
I asked you out today because I wanted to make friends with you. That way, we can look out for each other in the future."

"Vice President Xiang, I really don't know what I'm good for as a department manager. Don't you have a Vice President Qian above me?
You could try to build a relationship with her."

Upon hearing Zhou Menglong mention Qian Xiangyu, Xiang Tianhong snorted disdainfully, "That woman is
inflexible and only cares about principles. She's arrogant and domineering just because she's the only female vice president in the group.
I can't stand her."

Xiang Tianhong and Qian Xiangyu had countless arguments. Once,
they were deadlocked over the selection of the factory production manager, and it was only after Wang Xiong intervened that a candidate was chosen.

Xiang Tianhong had always been dissatisfied with Qian Xiangyu and had been looking for opportunities to deal with her. However, he had never succeeded.
Qian Xiangyu was upright and responsible, making it difficult for Xiang Tianhong to find fault with her. Zhou Menglong
feigned ignorance, asking, "Vice President Xiang, is there some conflict between you two?"

Xiang Tianhong patted Zhou Menglong's shoulder meaningfully, saying, "Little Zhou, you're still young. You
need to gradually understand the company's affairs. But don't worry, as long as you follow me, I won't let you suffer. By the way, let me give you
a heads-up: Qian Xiangyu won't be a vice president for long. Okay, that's enough, let's go bowling."

"Why is it about this again?"

Zhou Menglong thought to himself, "Do they have some leverage over Qian Xiangyu?"

Watching Xiang Tianhong go bowling again, Zhou Menglong hesitated before standing up. He was considering whether he should
get involved in this power struggle within Hengxin Group. To him, this covert battle for power
was meaningless. Just as he was considering this, his phone suddenly vibrated. Zhou Menglong picked it up and
saw a text message from Wang Xinxin. The message read: "Brother Zhou, where are you? I really want to see you right now.
I... I want to commit suicide."

Upon seeing Wang Xinxin's text message, Zhou Menglong's heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding washing over him. Based on his understanding of
Wang Xinxin , she was a very strong girl. But this message suggested she had suffered
immense trauma, even contemplating suicide. Zhou Menglong immediately called Wang Xinxin back.
After answered.

"What happened?"

Zhou Menglong asked. "Brother Zhou, I want to see you now, I really want to see you,"

came Wang Xinxin's sobbing voice from the other end of the line. Zhou Menglong's heart sank. From Wang Xinxin's sobs, he
could tell she wasn't doing well. Zhou Menglong frowned, silently speculating about
what Wang Xinxin might have encountered. A girl like Wang Xinxin is most likely to have been deceived. Thinking back to
what happened at the white-collar apartment, Zhou Menglong's brows furrowed. Could she really have been...? Thinking this, Zhou Menglong quickly
asked, "Wang Xinxin, what happened to you? Tell me, I'll definitely help you."

Wang Xinxin just cried, refusing to say anything, only repeatedly saying she wanted to see Zhou Menglong. Seeing Wang Xinxin
like this didn't press further, knowing it wouldn't yield any results. So, he asked where Wang Xinxin was,
and then hung up. "Xiao Zhou, what's up?"

Xiang Tianhong and the others had seen Zhou Menglong on the phone. After Zhou Menglong hung up, Xiang Tianhong walked over,
patted Zhou Menglong on the shoulder, and asked.

"Vice President Xiang, I have some personal matters to attend to, so I won't be able to keep you company,"

Zhou Menglong apologized. "Xiao Zhou, it's okay, let's hang out again next time,"

Xiang Tianhong said with a smile. "If you have any difficulties, just let me know, maybe I can help."

"Thanks,"

Zhou Menglong said, not in the mood to continue chatting with Xiang Tianhong. He simply said goodbye and hurriedly left the bowling alley.

Zhao Jinhe walked up to Xiang Tianhong and watched Zhou Menglong's departing figure. Zhao
Jinhe

curled his lip and said, "Vice President, I think this kid is a bit dim-witted. I wonder if he'll listen to us." Xiang Tianhong grinned and said, "Isn't being dim-witted a good thing? If he doesn't listen to us in the future, we'll push him out
of the position of department manager of the comprehensive department. I don't believe that a brat who just joined the company can outmaneuver me."...
Zhou

Menglong drove all the way to the gate of the Foreign Languages Institute. Because it was Saturday,
there were many . Zhou Menglong parked his car in the parking lot at the entrance of the institute and walked towards the Foreign Languages Institute. As he passed the school gate,
Zhou Menglong glanced at the gatekeeper and saw that the two security guards inside were chatting and didn't pay any attention to the gate.

Zhou Menglong easily entered the School of Foreign Languages. Walking along the campus streets, he saw
many . Zhou Menglong easily felt old, recalling his own youth when he was struggling to
survive, never experiencing the enviable life of a privileged student like those college students.
He learned the location of Dormitory Building No. 3 in the North District from a male student wearing glasses, as Wang Xinxin had mentioned. Zhou Menglong walked to the entrance of the
girls' dormitory building. It was a seven-story building, with a small gatekeeper next to the entrance.
A middle-aged woman was lying there, presumably the dormitory manager.

It was a weekend afternoon, and young female students dressed in flamboyant attire were frequently seen emerging from the dormitory building. Each girl
who passed Zhou Menglong would glance at him, wondering what this man was up to.
After confirming that this was Building No. 3, Zhou Menglong stepped into the dormitory building. He had only taken a few steps when he heard
a shout from the small gatehouse: "Stop! What are you doing here?"

The woman opened the door and blocked Zhou Menglong's path.

"Just checking on someone,"

Zhou Menglong replied casually. "Don't you know this is a girls' dormitory? Men are not allowed in. If
you have someone waiting outside, no one is allowed inside."

As the woman spoke, she reached for Zhou Menglong's collar, thinking, "Don't even
think about getting into the dormitory through my gate, not even a male ant."

Just as the woman's hand was about to touch Zhou Menglong's collar, Zhou Menglong suddenly hissed, "Stop!
If you dare touch me, I'll cripple you."

These one words immediately silenced the woman. No man had ever dared to speak so threateningly in a girls' dormitory before;
Zhou Menglong had broken the mold. This was also because Zhou Menglong was worried about Wang Xinxin, fearing
she might do something foolish and regret it later.

His eyes flashed, a sharp gaze landing on the woman's eyes. "I said, I'm looking for
someone. If you delay me, you'll suffer a terrible fate."

After saying this, Zhou Menglong ignored her and went straight up the stairs. Only after Zhou Menglong disappeared at the top of the stairs did the
woman come to her senses. Trembling, she didn't dare to go up and pull Zhou Menglong down. She was a bully who preyed on the weak;
she only relied on her position as dormitory manager to scare male students who wanted to enter the girls' dormitory
or confiscate "electric kettles" that violated dormitory rules. If she encountered a real troublemaker, she would run away as fast as she could,
let alone intervene.

But she couldn't just stand by and watch a man enter the dormitory; if something happened, she couldn't bear the responsibility.
He hurriedly ran back to his room, grabbed the phone, and called the school security. Zhou Menglong went up to the third floor, walked down the corridor
to the door of dormitory 305, and knocked, but there was no response. Zhou Menglong listened
carefully and heard a faint sobbing sound coming from inside.

At this moment, a female student who came out of the next dormitory saw Zhou Menglong standing at the dormitory door and
asked , "Who are you looking for?"

Zhou Menglong turned around and saw that the female student was wearing a pink and white coat and a
black pleated skirt. She had long hair and was about 1.75 meters tall. With her high heels, she looked
about the same height as Zhou Menglong. The girl was pretty, but compared to Wang Xinxin, she seemed a bit timid.

"I'm looking for Wang Xinxin,"

Zhou Menglong said. The girl glanced around the corridor, found no one there, pointed to
room 305, and then went back to her dormitory. "A strange girl,"

Zhou Menglong thought to himself. "She seems afraid of something."

He didn't dwell on it. He pushed open the dormitory door with his right hand, and as the door opened, he saw
a girl with disheveled hair huddled on the lower bunk of the bed facing west. It was Wang Xinxin.

Wang Xinxin was slumped against the wall, her hair disheveled, a red blanket covering her upper body. Her delicate
face was covered in tears, and the nail of her exposed, snow-white right little toe was split open, with traces of blood staining her tender
skin. Seeing Wang Xinxin like this, Zhou Menglong felt a pang of pain in his heart. This Wang Xinxin was
the girl he had once been intimate with, and he had always felt pity for her.
How could he not be heartbroken to see her in this miserable state?

He grabbed the dormitory doorknob with his right hand and slammed the door shut. A loud bang echoed throughout
the dormitories the sound of doors slamming reverberating. Some female students peeked out from their rooms, but quickly
ducked back inside upon seeing it was room 305. Zhou Menglong walked to Wang Xinxin's bedside and sat down
. Seeing him, Wang Xinxin threw off the blanket and buried her face in his chest, bursting into
tears . Her tears streamed down her cheeks and onto Zhou Menglong.

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