Chapter 230 Not the same kind of people

"Why are you in such a hurry, old man?" Jin Yan punched him, "Young people have their own ideas. Why do you have to interfere in their love affairs?"

Jin Shujing laughed and said, "If I'm not in a hurry, what should I do if that girl runs away?"

"You have so little confidence in your grandson?" Jin Chen put one hand in his pocket, took a bite of an apple, and smiled faintly, "I am your grandson after all. Your true teachings are all here with me! Don't worry!"

Jin Shujing laughed out loud: "Good job!"

"Okay, old man, hurry up and leave. The Yan family is waiting anxiously!"

“Go, go, go!”

…

After the Yan family’s party ended, Miao Renda and Jin Ling returned to their own homes.

Jin Ling is a reporter for a newspaper and the house was allocated to him by a public institution.

The two washed up and went to bed to rest. Jin Ling had the habit of reading before going to bed, so she opened a book and read it carefully.

After Miao Renda finished smoking, he got into bed and touched Yan Ling's body. In terms of beauty, his wife was more beautiful.

She was in her thirties, a full seven years younger than him.

Although she is thirty years old, her figure and skin are no less than those of a twenty-year-old girl. He feels impulsive every time he sees her.

"Stop reading." He roughly pulled the book out of her hand and threw it away. He then pressed her down with his whole body and impatiently pulled off her pajamas. "Lingling, I can't hold it anymore."

Jin Ling frowned, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, and pushed him off her body: "I'm very tired and not feeling well! I'm going to sleep first, you should go to bed early too."

She turned her back, and her slender figure was like an unreachable mountain, separating the two of them far away.

Miao Renda cursed in his heart: What the fuck!

He sat at the head of the bed for a while in annoyance. Seeing that Jin Ling fell asleep, he was so angry that he couldn't vent it. He put on his clothes in annoyance and ran out of the house.

She is a person on the top of the mountain, she crawled out of the barren land, after all, they are not the same kind of people.

Twelve o'clock at night.

Pan Yawen was sleeping soundly when she was awakened by the sound of someone tapping on the glass.

She opened the curtains and saw that it was Miao Renda. She was delighted to see that he had come so late at night and quickly opened the door: "Didn't you say you weren't coming? Why are you here again?"

Miao Renda locked the door and went to bed with the young Pan Yawen in his arms.

A night of passion.

…

The next day, Pan Yawen was late.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw that Zhu Lin was not there, and Su Hanyan was busy filling out a form at her desk. She didn't notice her, so she quickly slipped in with her bag and sat in her seat.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Why are you here just now?" Seeing her coming, Lin Qingyu hurried over, grabbed a handful of melon seeds in her hand and gave her half a handful.

"Hey, something happened at home, so I'm late!" Pan Yawen cracked melon seeds and asked Lin Qingyu in a low voice, "What is Su Hanyan writing?"

"You don't know? Didn't there be a rumor about housing distribution in the factory a few days ago? That's true! The houses are really being distributed today. Each unit has several quotas, and there is only one quota in our unit, which is given to Su Hanyan!" Lin Qingyu said.

"What? Why should I give it to her?" Pan Yawen started to stir up trouble. "If I have to give it to you, I should give it to you, Sister Lin? Don't you have more years of service than her?"

"That's true. But the assessment is based on several factors! Years of service are only part of it. Education, professional title, personal evaluation and performance also need to be considered... None of us can beat her!" Lin Qingyu said sourly, throwing melon seed shells all over the floor. "Section Chief Niu just announced that it was her and asked her to fill out the application form!"

(End of this chapter)