Chapter 846 Giant Rong’s Gate Smashes the Jun Yue

ication device before saying seriously, "In this situation, feel behind these three wires to see if there are any hidden connections."He Yan’s words undoubtedly provided Wang Zheng with an idea. He ex...Chapter 846: Giant Fusion Outside the Door, Beating Up君越

Of course, under Song Ziyè's enthusiastic response, they kept fighting until dawn. After sleeping for several hours, Song Ziyè finally woke up.

The sheets still felt damp from their previous battle, with most of it being due to Song Ziyè’s contributions.

Song Ziyè looked at Wang Zheng; the side profile of this man in deep sleep was so peaceful and beautiful. Many times, sleeping is better than being awake, as one can temporarily forget everything.

Song Ziyè's fingers caressed the scars on Wang Zheng’s chest—those intersecting wounds were shocking to see. It was really hard to imagine what kind of painful stories he had gone through.

At this moment, Wang Zheng also woke up. His large hand pinched Song Ziyè’s buttocks; there was still a mess in certain areas, and it couldn't be denied that mature women have their advantages—especially when they are always so wet at times.

"What Are you secretly feeling me up" Wang Zheng kept pinching, his fingers seemingly casually moving across the secret zone.

“Ah!” Song Ziyè was touched in a sensitive area by Wang Zheng and couldn't help but let out a soft cry. The area was already slightly swollen red; their actions last night had been too wild—Song Ziyè was already full from before.

"No, no, I can’t take any more," feeling the gradually hardening long spear of Wang Zheng, Song Ziyè quickly waved his hands and said.

“Is it up to you now” Wang Zheng grinned wickedly, rolling over and pinning Song Ziyè under him.

It had been wet all along and couldn't stop Wang Zheng's intrusion. Feeling the sense of fullness in her lower abdomen, Song Ziyue helplessly said, "I have made an appointment with my dad to come home for lunch, so you need to hurry up."

"That can't be guaranteed, as I'm not always quick," Wang Zheng said before he started moving.

The entire room was filled with springtime passion.

This round lasted almost an hour. Just when Song Ziyue had regained some of her strength, it was completely drained again, leaving her drenched in sweat and bed sheets wet all over. She lay on the side, not wanting to move at all.

"How about I carry you for a shower" Wang Zheng said with a smile.

"No need, no need," Song Ziyue was afraid that Wang Zheng might take advantage of her again and hurriedly jumped up to dash into the bathroom.

After seeing off Song Ziyue, Wang Zheng also had a quick wash. In fact, taking a warm shower after waking up every day would be quite pleasant.

Question: Could there be anything more pleasant than this

Indeed, there could be: the answer is – having a beautiful woman join you for a bath.

Sitting in a taxi on the way, shops were decorated with festive lights but unfortunately had few customers. People who had struggled hard outside all year round only got this short holiday to return home and reunite with family and friends.

The taxi driver in the capital was still as enthusiastic as ever, chatting excitedly with Wang Zheng during the ride.

"Hey buddy, from your accent, you're not a local, right It's already the 28th day of the lunar year; why aren't you rushing to catch the train and go home for the New Year"

"Home" Upon hearing this word, Wang Zheng was actually stunned for a moment. For him, having traveled to so many places around the world and stayed in so many rooms, where exactly could give him that feeling of being at home

"I couldn't get train tickets this year, so I'm not going back. I'll stay here and earn triple overtime pay." Wang Zheng looked out the window with a smile, but no one could understand the meaning behind his smile.

"It's tough being young. Since we seem to hit it off, how about you treat me to dinner tonight" The taxi drivers in the capital are known for their generosity.

Just as Wang Zheng was shaking his head, his phone rang.

"Do you have time tonight I'll treat you to a meal." It turned out to be a text message from Shangguan PoPo.

The day after tomorrow would be New Year's Eve. Ning Xia stayed in Peizhou, Sheng Fei had already gone home for the holiday directly from another city, Han Xingyue returned to Han Manor, and Old Man Wang took the veterans of Long Lin to an undisclosed location for training. Yet, he left Wang Zheng outside to continue stirring things up; suddenly, Wang Zheng found himself very lonely. What could Shangguan PoPo possibly want by inviting him out to eat

"I have time, I must." Wang Zheng immediately called back: "Who wouldn't go for a free meal"

"Alright then, come pick me up at the company; I'll let Zhang Yong go home first. You're driving me today."

"No problem, I'll be at Jirong right away."

"Alright then, I'll wait for you." Upon finishing the call, Shishi上官詩詩 tossed her phone onto the table and sat down on a swivel chair, spinning around. Although she was lagging behind in the competition with Wang Zheng王錚, she was steadily catching up step by step. Thinking of this made a smug smile appear at the corner of Shishi's lips.

The taxi driver chuckled after seeing Wang Zheng hang up and said, "Hey buddy, your girlfriend works at Jirong That’s quite a reputable company."

Wang Zheng couldn’t help but give an awkward laugh, rubbing his nose as he replied, "Yes, she earns quite well."

If the taxi driver knew that Wang Zheng's so-called girlfriend was actually the heiress of Jirong International巨融國際, he would likely have been shocked out of his wits!

In front of Jirong International’s停車場 parking lot, Feng Zhide馮誌德 was standing there with a dark expression while wearing a mask.

This rising young star had recently been quite depressed because an idiot had crashed into his Lamborghini, denting the front. Although insurance covered the millions in repair costs, car enthusiasts know that getting into an accident is highly unlucky; Feng Zhide just received his limited edition Lamborghini and now it was damaged, which would make anyone upset, let alone a recently self-important celebrity like him.

"That's right, this is the very car!" Looking at the black Buick Regal君越, Feng Zhide confirmed by double-checking its license plate. He then said angrily to Li哥 (Brother Li), "I'm sure of it! The Buick Regal that hit me on that day is this one!"

Standing next to him was a man who looked like a thug, dressed in black windbreaker and with a light red scar across his face. He had thick moustache, eyes full of ruthlessness, clearly someone accustomed to the underground society.

Around them were five or six young men also wearing black motorcycle leather jackets, black gloves, and carrying black short sticks, creating an intimidating presence.an and turned to leave with her head held high, acting as if she had triumphed.Xu Fang collapsed onto the ground feeling completely drained. Within just a week, his life had undergone drastic changes:...