0068 77 Watching the Fire from Across the River (Part 2)
The matter was settled, and Zhou Xiye understood the purpose of inviting her to participate. On the way back, the group drove towards the West Mountain Villa. "Xiao Zhou, what you need to do now is start with Ling Xingzhi and figure out every step of Ling Qingyun's plan. By the way... have you met with the person that Teacher Hua arranged for you?"
Zhou Xiye sat opposite Ye Lifeng and nodded, saying, "I made an appointment with him..." She hesitated for a moment before leaving Pei Zhiyu unmentioned.
“It’s fine to talk about it. Your husband doesn’t need to be too powerful. As long as he’s obedient and you can control him, that’s enough,” Ye Lifeng sighed. “Ling Qingyun has been wanting this position for a long time. It’s as clear as day. Just thinking about it makes me feel choked up.”
As he said this, Ye Lifeng turned to look out the window, "By the way, don't take Secretary Li's matter to heart. You should be more flexible in the future."
"I understand, thank you for reminding me, Minister." After thinking for a moment, he suddenly brought up a trivial matter, "Minister, today is Ling Xingxi's wedding. I have prepared a gift, and I will deliver it to them when they have lunch."
Ye Lifeng thought for a moment and said, "Don't go. Just give the gift to Xue Cheng and have him go in my place."
The car stopped. West City Villas, a paradise of joy.
Upon entering, the hall was already filled with men and women. Looking closely, most of them were college students, and there were also a few familiar minor celebrities. The newcomers sat in twos and threes, with the boys and girls who were there to have fun sitting separately. Everyone's preferences and tastes had been arranged in advance.
Zhou Xiye sat down on the sofa. Being relatively inexperienced, no one had asked about her preferences. Only the owner at the door said, "Director Zhou, everyone here is clean. You can take them with you if you wish."
"Okay, I understand."
As soon as he finished speaking, two men and two women gathered around and sat down next to Zhou Xiye.
"Hello, I'm a college student studying directing," Zhou Xiye said, looking up at the young man, who appeared to be seventeen or eighteen years old and had a pure and innocent look. She smiled and nodded, leaning back on the sofa. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the man, unable to control his lust, already groping the fresh vegetables, oblivious to the world around him.
The four people sat beside her in silence. Since Zhou Xiye didn't speak, they didn't dare to either.
"May I have your name?"
She asked the boy who had just spoken, "Zhao Dingqi."
Zhou Xiye thought for a moment, "Your father's surname is Zhao, and your mother's surname is Ding?"
The boy blushed and nodded, taking a sip of his drink before looking at Zhou Xiye. There was desire in his eyes; he knew perfectly well why he was there. Zhou Xiye reached out and touched the boy's hair. "What do you want to do after graduation? A director?"
"Yes, that's right."
Zhou Xiye shook his head, "What a pity..."
The boy looked at her, and another boy and two girls gathered around and said, "Sister, you're so young and beautiful."
Zhou Xiye chuckled at their flattery. They were all still young, inexperienced in the real world, and lacked the power to back it up. None of their words were what Zhou Xiye wanted to hear. She had no desire for anything today either. After spending the night with Ling Xingzhi, she felt strange between her legs when she woke up this morning.
It's even less likely now that he'd be tempted by her and have sex with her again.
"Sister, can I call you sister?" Another boy suddenly placed his hand on Zhou Xiye's leg, squatted down in front of her, and looked at her with pleading eyes. "Sister, my oral skills are pretty good, you can try."
Zhou Xiye laughed, "You've done this with other people before?"
The boy shook his head. "We've had training, and I was the one with the best grades."
Zhou Xiye was stunned. These things are trained? Then he thought about it and realized that it made sense. He had heard these strange stories before. Even Ye Jinghuai complained in a TV interview that "the air in Xishan smells of sex." Moreover, the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection had previously investigated and found that 95 percent of Chinese officials had mistresses... Lai Xiaoming had hundreds of mistresses, so many that he could only name them.
She had heard all sorts of absurd stories.
However, despite his good grades, Zhou Xiye wanted to see for himself.
But she didn't like being aroused in the middle of the night, so she put down her wine glass and said, "Come with me."
The boy smiled and nodded, following Zhou Xiye out, glancing back at Zhao Dingqi. What did it matter if he introduced himself? Whoever seized the opportunity first would be the winner. The other three had no choice but to split up; after all, this young woman seemed to be the easiest person to deal with.
Once inside the room, the boy squatted down, pressed his head against Zhou Xiye's lower abdomen to smell it, and gently stroked her waistline with his hand.
Bamboo curtains hung down, and shadows swayed.
A moment later, the sound of splashing water filled the air. The boy's face was pressed against Zhou Xiye's labia, as if savoring some delicacy, his tongue moving nimbly. His hair was firmly held in the woman's hand, his knees were on the ground, his head was raised, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
A piercing ringtone shattered the tranquility of their passion. Zhou Xiye pulled his phone out of his pocket, while the person beneath him continued their efforts.
It was Zhong Lingxi. Zhou Xiye answered the phone, "Old classmate, what are you busy with?"
The person on the other end of the phone was very enthusiastic. Zhou Xiye glanced down at the child and smiled, "At a party, what's up?"
The boy heard this and pressed harder, bringing his firm nose close to her nipple.
Zhou Xiye felt a tightness in her lower body as the boy brushed against her, and she wanted him to get up, but the boy refused. "You're at a party... It's like this, are you coming to the class reunion? You might not have had enough of the last one, so the class monitor is organizing another one this time, why don't you come?"
Zhou Xiye narrowed his eyes and lay down on the sofa.
What should we do at the party?
"A batch of grass just arrived from Europe this afternoon. Shall we go play golf?"
Playing golf in winter? Was the grass imported from Europe?
Zhou Xiye smiled helplessly. This was somewhat sudden; if it had been arranged in advance, she definitely would have gone. Besides, she hadn't had a proper night's sleep during the New Year holiday. "Zhong Lingxi..."
"No! Don't refuse! Xu Min isn't here this time, so come on over. It's your home turf, and I guarantee no one will dare to challenge you. Besides, several of our classmates are going to work in law enforcement agencies, and a few are working as project managers at CICC. They'll all be coming. Even if you're just here to maintain your social network, that should be alright, right?"
Zhong Lingxi's words were like background music; the pleasure in her lower body had already distracted Zhou Xiye. Her legs were clamped around the boy's head, and she was convulsing with orgasm, but she didn't dare make a sound.
"Zhou Xiye...why aren't you saying anything?"
The boy's face was covered in her fluids. He looked up at her, gazing at her ingratiatingly, waiting for her reward.
The pleasure plunged her into nothingness; a white light flashed through her mind, lingering for a long time before receding like a tide.
Zhou Xiye picked up his phone. "I'm here. I'll come over in a bit. Send me the address."
A group of young men and women stood on the lawn in the distance, with several caddies carrying golf bags following behind them.
A gentle breeze blew by as Zhou Xiye got off the tram, followed behind by the boy who had just given her an orgasm, carrying his sports equipment.
"Look who this is! The famous Zhou Xiye, the talented Zhou, it's been a long time!"
Suddenly, even Zhou Xiye stopped in his tracks.
The class monitor opened his arms and hugged Zhou Xiye, patting her on the back. "It's been such a long time. I just got back from abroad. What about you? Still Director Zhou?"
Zhou Xiye smiled and shook his head. Before he could explain, his gaze fell on Pei Zhiyu in the middle of the crowd.
He wore brown sunglasses, stood under the blue sky and white clouds, dressed casually, and his posture was extremely elegant and composed.
Her black hair was slightly disheveled by the wind, but she was still the most eye-catching person in the crowd.
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