The above idea (0008 11)
Two flowers bloom, each representing a different branch.
Ling Xingzhi left the police station and sat in his car, silently lighting a cigarette. The driver glanced at the man in the rearview mirror and cautiously asked, "Secretary, where are we going?"
Ling Xingzhi exhaled a puff of smoke, his fingers elegantly holding the cigarette butt between his fingers. His two long legs were slightly crossed, and his gaze was cold and deep, like a sea in the dead of winter, where absolute depths concealed absolute turbulent waves.
A moment later, Secretary Chen Ran opened the passenger door. At the same time, Ling Xingzhi stubbed out his cigarette and loosened his tie with his other hand. "Let's go home."
Then the partition slowly rose.
The car drove into the residential area, where the security guard stood ramrod straight. It then drove into the underground parking garage and onto the lane reserved exclusively for the municipal party secretary, before coming to a stop.
Chen Ran got out of the car and opened the door. Ling Xingzhi stepped out and said, "Come pick me up at ten o'clock tomorrow."
"good."
The lights were on inside; Wei Luochen must have returned. Ling Xingzhi walked over, rang the doorbell, and the nanny quickly opened the door.
"Secretary, you're back! Your wife just got back too."
Ling Xingzhi nodded and went to the shoe cabinet to change her shoes. Wei Luochen's high heels were lying crookedly by the door. The nanny hurriedly bent down and straightened her shoes. "Madam drank too much. I just helped her to bed and made some hangover soup."
Ling Xingzhi ignored him, loosened his tie and tossed it onto the sofa, leaving his coat behind, before turning and heading upstairs. The apartment was a duplex, about 400 square meters, allocated by the government. As an official, he needed to be careful in every aspect.
Pushing open the bedroom door, I saw only a bedside lamp lit up in the room. Wei Luochen, wearing a sexy black V-neck camisole, was leaning against the headboard, holding a fashion magazine in his hand.
Ling Xingzhi leaned against the door, his eyelids drooping, and calmly and slowly yawned.
Wei Luochen looked up at her, his gaze just brushing against the edge of the magazine page. "I haven't showered yet, want to come along?"
"No, I have plans for tomorrow."
After saying that, Ling Xingzhi walked into the room, stopped by the watch cabinet, and raised his wrist to take off his watch.
"You go first."
Wei Luochen put down the magazine in her hand, looked at Ling Xingzhi's tall figure, the muscular body hidden under his white shirt was both wild and sexy, took a deep breath, threw off the covers and stood up, "Are you going to accompany Dad to a business dinner tomorrow?"
"Um."
Wei Luochen paused, and Ling Xingzhi turned around. Several buttons on his shirt were undone, revealing faint muscle lines and the collarbone she liked.
Both of them were sexually driven. Ling Xingzhi, as a senior executive, had tightened his belt since getting married, not wanting to stumble in matters of women and sex. Therefore, Wei Luochen was the only one who could satisfy his extra desires. When they first got married, they could make love for two days on Saturdays and Sundays.
She loved it most afterward when the two of them would each light a cigarette, remain silent, and exchange lustful glances.
"About today..." Ling Xingzhi paused, his smile gone. "I was in a bit of a rush and didn't explain things clearly. First of all, I'm sorry, but I was set up by someone."
Wei Luochen, whose brows were furrowed, was somewhat shocked when he heard what he said.
"What's the meaning?"
Ling Xingzhi sat on the sofa, which was near the balcony and was dark. "I was resting in my room when a woman came in. Her perfume smelled a lot like yours, so I thought it was you. Then she tied me up, and we did it together without me even realizing it."
He lied; the scent was exactly the same as Kong Lingqi's.
Wei Luochen stood barefoot on the ground and suddenly felt that the ground was very cold.
"……Then what?"
Ling Xingzhi leaned back on the sofa, and Wei Luochen couldn't see his expression, but he heard him say calmly, "She called the police and said that I raped her. We didn't use a condom when we were doing it."
Wei Luochen opened her mouth, but she believed Ling Xingzhi's claim of infidelity. Their marriage wasn't just a personal matter; it was a family alliance, with intricate connections and a shared interest group. Some things required mutual understanding and cooperation to advance and retreat together.
"Whose side is she on?"
Ling Xingzhi shook his head. In the darkness, one could only see his lips slightly upturned, followed by a low, chilling laugh from his throat.
"Ye Lifeng, Minister Ye."
Both remained silent. Wei Luochen sat back on the bed, crossing his legs. "Was it for Dad?"
"I don't know, we'll just take it one step at a time," Ling Xingzhi stood up. "Go take a shower."
Wei Luochen nodded obediently and stood up to walk towards the bathroom. Halfway there, she stopped and turned to look at him. "Who is she?"
Ling Xingzhi walked into the area illuminated by the light, "Zhou Xiye."
Wei Luochen didn't know how she finished her shower. Sitting in front of the vanity mirror, Ling Xingzhi, wearing dark blue pajamas, patted her shoulder and went into the bathroom. Her impression of Zhou Xiye was only that she was old-fashioned and stuffy; she never expected that she would sleep with her husband on their very first day together.
You can't judge a book by its cover. Wei Luochen smiled. Although she felt disgusted, she could only swallow her anger for now and deal with her after the military parade.
Wei Luochen was sitting on the bed applying body lotion when Ling Xingzhi came out and handed him the lotion. Ling Xingzhi skillfully took it and gently applied a little lotion. Wei Luochen lay face down on the bed, exposing his back.
Ling Xingzhi stroked her back.
"Is she sleeping well?"
Wei Luochen still asked the question.
Ling Xingzhi snorted, "You can't sleep as well as I can."
His palms slid down her back to her waist. Wei Luochen's waist dimples were beautiful. When they made love, Ling Xingzhi liked to pinch her waist and thrust in and in.
Wei Luochen smiled slightly. "Do you need me to go with you tomorrow?"
"No need. It's not appropriate for you to go with two ministers and a leader from the central government."
As Ling Xingzhi spoke, he touched the middle of her buttocks and inserted his fingers inside. "Is this wet?"
Wei Luochen turned around, her breasts white and soft. She grabbed Ling Xingzhi's hand and placed it on her chest. "Want to sit for a bit?"
"My dear wife, what do you take me for?" Ling Xingzhi laughed as he withdrew his hand, wiping the love fluid from his fingers onto the blanket. "You sucked me until I came after get off work, and then someone else slept with me last night. Do you think my body is made of iron?"
Wei Luochen looked displeased, ordered Xingzhi to screw the cap off the lotion and put it aside, then leaned over and turned off the bedside lamp.
In the darkness, Ling Xingzhi lay down, and Wei Luochen turned around and hugged him, reaching into his crotch and groping him a couple of times. "Don't wear pants anymore. If you want to do it, just stick it in."
As she spoke, she reached to pull down Ling Xingzhi's pants, but Ling Xingzhi grabbed her hand, turned around, and hugged Wei Luochen. "Want to sleep with your breasts in your mouth tonight?"
After saying that, he opened his mouth and took Wei Luochen's nipple into his mouth, burying his entire face in her chest.
Wei Luochen stroked his hair and closed his eyes.
The next morning, Ling Xingzhi was woken up by Wei Luochen's oral sex. He didn't hold back and ejaculated once, then grabbed Wei Luochen's buttocks and ejaculated again before getting out of bed.
Wei Luochen lay on the bed watching Ling Xingzhi tie a knot in the condom and throw it in the trash can. She pouted and said, "Mom said we should have a baby."
Without turning his head, Ling Xingzhi, still wearing his pants, said, "Does this mean we haven't made love enough?"
Wei Luochen sat up helplessly, "Why can't you be serious?"
Ling Xingzhi sat on the edge of the bed after getting dressed. "Oh, you have to be proper in bed?"
"We're getting down to business."
Ling Xingzhi rubbed his nose. "How can you have a baby if you don't have sex?"
Wei Luochen suddenly paused, "Aren't you afraid she'll have your child?"
Upon hearing this, Ling Xingzhi was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, "How could that be? Don't think nonsense. We'll talk about the child after the Two Sessions next year. Dad is busy right now."
Wei Luochen said with some regret, "Okay, fine."
"Also, if you're going to have a child, you should quit smoking, right?" Ling Xingzhi said with a smile, then stood up. "I'm going out to eat now, I'll be out in a bit."
Chen Ran arrived on time to pick up Ling Xingzhi. They were going to play golf at a very private club, which only allowed high-ranking officials from Beijing to enter. Ling Xingzhi, dressed casually, sat in the car looking at his phone. After a short while, he made a call.
"You should keep an eye on Zhou Xiye recently."
Chen Ran glanced at Ling Xingzhi out of the corner of his eye; his expression was indifferent, revealing no emotion.
"Secretary, the weather has been getting drier lately, you need to remember to stay hydrated."
The driver suddenly said this halfway through the drive, and Ling Xingzhi looked up, put down his phone, and asked, "Old Du, is something wrong at home?"
The driver, Lao Du, smiled and exchanged a glance with Chen Ran. "Yes, my child is in school. We wanted to get into the High School Affiliated to Renmin University of China, but we couldn't get in..."
Ling Xingzhi nodded. "It's just a matter of talking to Chen Ran over one phone call."
Old Du nodded with a smile.
After a while, they arrived at the golf club. This club was located in the Dongcheng District, a place where land was incredibly valuable, and it housed a huge golf course. He got out of the car and saw that his father, Ling Qingyun's car, had already arrived. Ling Xingzhi quickly went over and helped open the car door.
"Father."
Ling Qingyun got out of the car, his eyes sharp as knives, his earlobes drooping, and the deep nasolabial folds at the corners of his mouth like ravines. "Is that matter resolved?"
Ling Xingzhi nodded, "Yes, but I'll keep an eye on Yifang for now."
Ling Qingyun walked ahead, with Ling Xingzhi following behind him.
"It's a small matter, don't take it to heart. Ye Lifeng is resorting to underhanded tactics, using women to create leverage? What a despicable person!" Ling Qingyun cursed, then his expression changed. "The Chairman's second secretary played ball with us, he might have something to tell us."
Ling Xingzhi nodded, wearing sunglasses and looking at the lawn in the distance. In the distance, a group of people were surrounding a man, who must be the Second Secretary.
"Secretary Xue, why are you here so early! I'm the one who's late!"
Ling Qingyun's tone changed again, becoming kind and approachable. He quickly walked over, and the two shook hands.
The person addressed as Secretary Xue, whose full name is Xue Ting'an, is the Chairman's second secretary.
"Not too late, not too late. I just finished my business with them here, hahaha."
The two laughed heartily, and the group started playing ball.
Is playing golf really about exercise? Secretary Xue took a sip of tea from someone nearby, looked at the lush green grass, and sighed, "The national sport still has to be table tennis."
Ling Qingyun smiled.
Secretary Xue turned around, glanced at it, and suddenly looked at Ling Xingzhi, "Hey, I heard you also like to drink tea. What do you think of my tea?"
Ling Xingzhi smiled slightly, took the teacup, and asked, "Secretary Xue, you flatter me. Your tea must be excellent..."
Secretary Xue smiled, "If you like, I'll get you some when you leave." After saying that, he looked into the distance, "Minister Ling, let's go take a look over there."
After saying that, the two walked forward, while the people behind them didn't move, standing there smiling as they watched them leave.
Ling Xingzhi, carrying a teacup, followed behind the two.
"Minister Ling, what do you think the future prospects are for sports like table tennis and golf?"
Ling Qingyun sighed, "These ball sports rely heavily on skill, but they're not very entertaining to watch, unlike sports like football, tennis, and volleyball."
Secretary Xue slowed his pace, his hands behind his back. "Yes, you see, whether it's rugby or ice hockey, the commercial value is extremely high abroad. It's a real pity that China doesn't have these."
Before Ling Qingyun could speak, Secretary Xue stopped in his tracks. “That day, I visited Morocco with the Chairman. I remember someone saying, ‘Moroccan football is very pure.’ The Chairman saw that and kept praising the sport.”
Ling Xingzhi had his head down, but when he heard this, he looked up, and both he and Ling Qingyun looked at Secretary Xue.
He smiled and licked his lips. "Minister Ling, what do you think is the likelihood of China hosting the World Cup?"
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