The sound had already reached the room next to theirs. A man in the room put his right ear against the wall, listening and taking notes on a piece of paper.
Until an ambiguous sound came from the next room, the man showed a lewd smile on his face and returned to the bathroom. He stood on the toilet, reached out to move the partition on the ceiling, and took out a black box from it.
At this time, the sound of knocking on the cup came from the next room again. He immediately put down the box in his hand, picked up the pen and was about to write something, but the sound of knocking on the cup suddenly stopped.
Tang Minghui's voice came: "Weiwei, come, have a drink!"
When the man heard this, an angry look appeared on his face, and he threw the pen and notebook in his hands to the ground.
"Damn it, you're kidding me, aren't you? Do you have such good fortune? I've been a monk for a year, and you've only been here for a few days, and you're already eating meat. This is too unfair."
He went into the bathroom cursing...
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In the room on the side, Zeng Weiwei had sparkling mist in her eyes, crystal clear and sparkling with bright light.
Her eyes were empty, and she was obviously lost in her own thoughts, starting an aimless journey...
Hearing Tang Minghui's voice, it was like a flash of lightning across the sky. Zeng Weiwei suddenly came back to her senses and blinked as if waking up from a dream.
Looking at Tang Minghui in front of her, Zeng Weiwei felt a surge of panic. She stretched out her slightly trembling hand and tried to take the cup he handed over.
However, at this moment, Tang Minghui showed an understanding look, as if he noticed Zeng Weiwei's inner anxiety and tension. So, he smiled gently and slightly retracted the cup he had already handed over.
Immediately afterwards, Tang Minghui did not put the cup back on the table, but directly scooped out a small spoonful of malted milk liquid with a spoon and carefully brought it to Zeng Weiwei's lips.
Zeng Weiwei was surprised and moved by this gesture, and her eyes gradually became moist. At this moment, a warm current surged in her heart, and she felt unprecedented warmth and care.
As she drank the sweet malted milk, she secretly vowed in her heart: "No matter what, I must hold on to this man tightly! Because in the 21st century, she longed to have a man like him. As long as she can be with him, she is willing to do anything, even if it means giving up her life for him again!"
Tang Minghui, seeing that Zeng Weiwei was in a much better mood, stretched out his other hand to hold her waist and said, "Look at you, your body is still shaking. Come, lean on my arms and you will feel better."
When Zeng Weiwei heard him say this, she couldn't help but feel a strong sense of dissatisfaction in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face.
She muttered to herself, "Huh! What do you mean by body shaking? This is clearly that wonderful feeling between a man and a woman, like lightning! Don't you really understand? Or are you pretending not to understand?"
As she thought about it, she bit her lips tightly, her eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and disappointment.
Zeng Weiwei did not choose to directly question the other party. Instead, she decided to use a more subtle way to convey her feelings.
Not long after Zeng Weiwei drank the malted milk, she began to feel dizzy, her consciousness became blurred, her whole body felt hot, her blood was boiling, and she kept tearing at her clothes and shouting that she was hot.
Seeing that the medicine he had given had taken effect, Tang Minghui smiled slyly and pulled Zeng Weiwei, who was tearing his clothes, into his arms.
Zeng Weiwei wrapped herself around Tang Minghui's neck like a snake, kissing him wantonly. Tang Minghui initially just wanted to tease her, play with her, and use her to get the information he needed from the National Security Bureau.
Unexpectedly, he himself gradually became addicted to it and could no longer control himself. His passion burned like wildfire and he pressed Zeng Weiwei under him.
His hand clasped her wrist like an iron clamp, his eyes fixed on the rosy and charming face before him...
Zeng Weiwei's surging demands, like a wild horse running out of control, had reached a point where it was difficult to control, as if a volcano was about to erupt, with lava rolling and the heat unbearable.
The room was suddenly filled with beautiful scenery.
On the soft bed, the hero and heroine hugged each other tightly, their bodies stuck together like glue, and their breathing became rapid and hot.
The man's deep voice is like a melodious cello melody, gently expressing his deep love for the woman; the woman is as gentle and graceful as a nightingale, responding to the man's passionate call.
Every whisper is full of emotion, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, dazzling and fascinating.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the world was filled with only the two of them. The hustle and bustle of the city outside had long since faded, leaving only an endless stream of tenderness and sweetness flowing through the air. They were immersed in a sea of love, savoring this rare sweet moment to the fullest.
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National Security Bureau.
Zeng Qiang was sitting at a large desk, with Liu Feng sitting opposite him. The two were discussing work matters enthusiastically.
Zeng Qiang suddenly stopped talking, reached into his pocket, fumbled for a moment, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He skillfully opened the box, took out a cigarette, and placed it on the table.
Then, he handed the cigarette to Liu Feng and said with a smile, "Want one?"
Liu Feng looked at the cigarette that was handed to him, then looked at Zeng Qiang, then waved his hand gently and replied, "No, I'm going to quit smoking from now on."
His tone was firm, and he seemed determined to quit this habit.
After hearing what Liu Feng said, Zeng Qiang slowly took back the cigarette that he had already handed over halfway.
He looked at Liu Feng in surprise and asked, "Oh, why did you suddenly think of quitting smoking? Could it be that... you've found a partner? Is it that she doesn't allow you to smoke?"
When he asked this, Liu Feng shook his head, spread his hands, and replied, "That's not true! Don't try to guess. I'm a bachelor."
"Oh, you can't say that. If your parents knew about this, they would definitely scold you. To be honest, you are not a child anymore, you should find a suitable partner and have a good relationship. But don't ask too much of girls! After all, no one is perfect! As long as it's okay, that's enough." Zeng Qiang advised kindly.
Liu Feng knew very well deep down in his heart that no matter in the 21st century full of technology and modernization, or in this strange and mysterious era, he always had a crush on the same person - Wang Xiaolan.
However, fate always seemed to like to play jokes on him, so that when they met again after traveling through time, the beloved had become someone else's wife. Others could not understand the feeling of loss.
In every reincarnation, they always passed each other in the intersection of time and space, and Liu Feng's heart was torn into countless pieces...
Who wouldn’t feel heartbroken if this happened to them?
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