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They ignored Xiao Wenhao's situation. When they returned home, Xiao Wenning handed the evidence he had collected over the years directly to Han Yao. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Please do me a favor..."
Han Yao smiled generously: "Okay, no problem."
Xiao Wen Ning looked at the small USB drive, hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him: "I love you."
Han Yao said that he would leave the rest of the matters to him, so Xiao Wen Ning really became a hands-off boss. The matter was not completely resolved, and for his own safety, he stayed at home with Han Yao all day.
When Chen Feng called him, Xiao Wen Ning had just gotten out of bed. He felt the temperature next to him and saw that Han Yao seemed to have been out for a long time. He yawned and answered the phone: "You finally remembered me."
Chen Feng asked him: "Just woke up?"
"yes."
Chen Feng was quiet for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "I'll come find you later. I discovered a really big secret."
Xiao Wen Ning wrapped himself in the quilt and planned to take a nap: "What's the secret?"
Chen Feng said in a serious tone: "I'll tell you in detail when we get there."
Within half an hour, Chen Feng hurried over. He went straight upstairs with a trace of anxiety on his face.
Xiao Wen Ning was half asleep when he heard someone open the door. He opened his eyes and looked: "They're coming."
Without waiting for him to get up, Chen Feng hurriedly asked, "Do you know who your bodyguard is?"
"Ah...Han Yao."
Seeing that he looked half asleep, Chen Feng said hurriedly, "I know his name is Han Yao. I'm asking if you know his identity. That's Hong San! The grandson of General Han! You're really lucky!"
Xiao Wen Ning stared at him blankly for a few seconds before suddenly laughing out loud: "I know."
"You know?!"
"Yeah, I knew that."
Chen Feng looked at him in shock for a moment, then suddenly thought of something. He sat on the sofa beside the bed and asked, "You said at the beginning that we would find a bodyguard according to your requirements. The requirements you provided wouldn't all have Mr. Han's characteristics, right?"
Xiao Wen Ning nodded: "Yeah."
"So you planned to hire him as a bodyguard?"
"Um."
Chen Feng shook his head in disbelief: "Then why didn't you tell me then?"
Xiao Wen Ning looked at him for two seconds, his face full of disappointment: "First, tell me how you went to find Han Yao."
Chen Feng recalled going to the security company three months ago and casually asking the boss for a list of basic characteristics. He felt a little guilty for a moment and coughed lightly: "I was quite busy at the time... so I asked the boss to help me find someone."
Xiao Wen Ning raised his middle finger at him: "I told you to go find it yourself, but you were lazy and exposed my past."
"Wha, what do you mean."
Xiao Wen Ning looked at his incredibly stupid friend and said, "The security company is owned by Team Leader Han Yao. You went to the boss to ask for someone, so he naturally felt suspicious. He must have told Han Yao about his doubts and let him decide whether to accept the job. Young Master Han was probably bored and curious, so he took the job."
"So... you had a plan in mind? He knew everything?"
"Know."
"So you guys...?"
Xiao Wen Ning winked at him and chuckled, "We're in love."
“…”
When Han Yao returned that evening, Chen Feng had already left with a look of shock on his face. Xiao Wen Ning didn't ask him what he had been doing, but instead brought the dish he had been researching for the entire afternoon to the table. Han Yao picked up his chopsticks, paused for a few seconds, and under Xiao Wen Ning's expectant gaze, picked up a piece of something that looked like an egg, put it in his mouth and tasted it. Then he put down his chopsticks and said seriously, "Actually, I think the noodles you made are very delicious."
Xiao Wen Ning smiled at him with his eyes curved: "Don't look like the kitchen staff anymore?"
Han Yao raised his hand and pulled him into his arms, kissing him: "Not like."
On the eve of the Spring Festival, Han Yao returned from outside, bringing a newspaper with him. Xiao Wen Ning casually flipped through a few pages after dinner and came across a full-page report on a wealthy businessman in the city who had been imprisoned for smuggling. He glanced at it and then picked up his cookbook. The kitchen had been a mess because of Young Master Xiao's mess in the past few days. Han Yao passed by, peeked in, and called out to him, "Xiao Wen Ning."
Young Master Xiao raised his head from the ocean of cooking: "Ah?"
"Come and clean up."
When Master Xiao heard this, he instantly became energetic. He loved everything he did with Han Yao. "Wait a minute, I'll go change my clothes."
I thought I wouldn't live here permanently, but now it seems that I will live here for many years.
Xiao Wen Ning had never done any work before, so he made a mess when he cleaned up. Han Yao looked at the room becoming more and more messy and finally assigned him to sit quietly on the sofa.
Xiao Wen Ning clung to him and kissed him for a long time before obediently sitting on the sofa and watching him quietly. Han Yao stood by the window, arranging the bookshelves. The sunlight shone on his tall, strong body, making it fascinating to watch. He picked up a book and flipped through a few pages. He was about to put it down, but he was attracted by the content and continued to read seriously. Xiao Wen Ning stared at him in a trance, wanting to engrave every image of him in his mind.
Han Yao flipped a page and suddenly began to read aloud. His sexy, husky voice carried a magnetic quality: "Sun Sheng, 180cm tall, currently engaged in business, has a certain network of contacts and a say."
"Li Renmao, 188cm tall, a soldier, hot-tempered, Li Rensheng's older brother, has the final say."
"Duan Mingsen, 177cm tall, unemployed, from an aristocratic family, married into the Wen family, has no say, but has connections and a background."
"Han Yao, third generation, retired, height 193cm, 22 years old..." He was interrupted before he could finish his words. Xiao Wen Ning had just misjudged him and thought he had picked up a book. Han Yao raised his eyebrows, held up the book, and asked, "What is this?"
Xiao Wen Ning was already more than ten centimeters shorter than him, and when he raised his hand, he couldn't reach him at all. He gave up the notebook and hugged Han Yao tightly, saying hurriedly: "Nothing..."
Han Yao curled his lips: "I can be considered to have stood out, right?"
Xiao Wen Ning rubbed his chest and called his name stickyly: "Han Yao..."
Han Yao casually put the notebook aside and carried the person in his arms on his shoulders and walked upstairs. Xiao Wen Ning knew that he couldn't escape today. He moved from Han Yao to another, and finally hooked his legs around his waist and hugged his neck, looking at him with deep affection, "I love you."
Han Yao raised the corner of his mouth: "I know."
"I love you I love you I love you I love you, I love you the most."
"I know."
Seeing that he was unmoved, Xiao Wen Ning kissed the corner of his mouth and begged for mercy: "Han Yao, please be gentle..."
Han Yao held his butt and squeezed it hard: "What do you mean, be gentler."
Xiao Wen Ning's face flushed slightly, and with an evasive look in his eyes, he leaned over and whispered in his ear, "When you fuck me..."
Han Yao refused bluntly: "No."
As soon as she walked into the room with Xiao Wen Ning in her arms, he held her face and kissed her deeply.
Her tongue licked his mouth flatteringly, her hands slid down his neck and over his arms. Han Yao carried him to the bed and pinned him down. He was about to get up to say something when Xiao Wen Ning's legs wrapped around him tightly, preventing him from rising. Xiao Wen Ning's hands caressed his neck, then moved to his chest, all the way to his lower abdomen. Her fingers gently pinched the corner of Han Yao's T-shirt, relaxed her legs, and pulled Han Yao's shirt up to his waist and abdomen. Then, her slender fingers kept moving back and forth along the lines of his abdominal muscles.
Han Yao gave up getting up because of his pestering. His tongue was teasing playfully everywhere, and his hands on his lower abdomen had already reached the edge of his pants and stretched into the dense forest.
Xiao Wen Ning stroked his half-raised penis with one hand and slowly pulled his pants down with the other hand.
Han Yao let him do whatever he wanted with a smile in his eyes. Master Xiao worked for a long time and finally took off his pants. Then he hooked his two long legs around his waist, moved them, turned over, and pressed the man under him.
He sat astride Han Yao, licked the corner of his mouth and smiled at him: "Since that doesn't work, I can only do it myself."
Han Yao stared at Xiao Wen Ning's wet lips, his Adam's apple rolling sexily: "What do you want to do?"
Young Master Xiao sat on his thighs, gently grasping the thick penis and stroking it slowly. He winked at Han Yao, exhaled a moist and hot breath and smiled as he said, "Fuck you."
Han Yao clamped his buttocks with both hands, and his thick and long knuckles drew circles on the edge of his anus. The penis in Xiao Wen Ning's hand slowly became hard, and he stroked it to the end, then leaned over and lowered his head.
The thick stem was bulging with blue veins, and the rosy lips wrapped around the tip that was spitting out transparent liquid. The tongue licked the small hole awkwardly, then licked the stem and half-held the heavy sac.
Until the entire penis was wet and slippery, Xiao Wen Ning raised his head with a trace of saliva on the corner of his mouth. His eyebrows were naturally cold, but the blush in his eyes and the emotion in his eyes made Han Yao's hands more powerful. Xiao Wen Ning snorted a little dissatisfied, then escaped from his big hand, knelt on the bed, holding the hard penis, and slowly sat down.
His anus was dry, but fortunately the penis was lubricated enough. After trying for a few seconds, he swallowed the whole thing.
The unprecedented depth made Xiao Wen Ning sweat on his forehead. The soft flesh of his anus tightly entangled the huge penis. Han Yao held his waist and gasped in satisfaction.
Xiao Wen Ning placed his hands on his chest, licked the corners of his mouth, and slowly twisted his body. He had never experienced such a position before, and he couldn't find a way to make himself comfortable. After moving for a long time, his waist felt a little sore. He half-closed his eyes and looked at Han Yao, groaning for help: "Help me..."
Han Yao let him serve him for a long time. Seeing that he could no longer bear it, he finally held his waist and lifted his body up a little, and then pressed heavily on the huge thing in his body.
Xiao Wen Ning let out a muffled groan with an indescribable tone. His sensitive spot was hit hard, stimulating him so much that his whole body felt numb and sore. Then the violent thrusting was like a storm. Xiao Wen Ning's original slight moan had become hoarse and out of tune after more than a hundred thrusts.
He unconsciously bent and tightened his hands on Han Yao's chest until Han Yao's movements became more and more rapid and his voice became more and more unstable.
Han Yao stared closely at his expression as he was aroused by the orgasm. He didn't stand up until his lower abdomen was hot and wet. He pressed him down. Xiao Wen Ning hadn't recovered from the orgasm yet. The huge penis in his body started thrusting in and out again. He clung to Han Yao's shoulders and begged for mercy in a low voice: "Ah... Han Yao... I was wrong, I was... wrong... Go slower..."
Han Yao kissed the blush on his face fiercely. His voice was low and hoarse: "You have more than a dozen people written down in your notebook."
Xiao Wen Ning opened his eyes slightly in surprise: "Han... Yao ah ah..."
Han Yao kissed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth: "Let's say ten times, you are not allowed to get out of bed until you are done."
Master Xiao held onto a glimmer of hope: "You, you, ten times... ah... or me, ten times..."
Han Yao lifted his legs and rubbed his inner wall hard: "Ten times."
Master Xiao's psychological defenses collapsed instantly. He hooked his arm around Han Yao's neck and begged for mercy: "No...don't...Han Yao, no...ah...don't..."
Young Master Xiao didn't get out of bed until two days later. Han Yao carried him to the bathroom to wash up, and then wrapped him up and carried him out. Xiao Wen Ning looked at the mess in the room weakly, and completely understood the meaning of the four words "debauchery".
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