The CEO’s flower-protecting dragon

Capital, the Song family compound.

Mr. Song shook his chair and set up a small table next to it. On it was a radio, which was playing the Peking Opera "Dingjun Mountain".

The old man is over seventy years old, and his face is full of wrinkles, like an ink painting that has experienced wind and rain.

His eyes were as deep as lakes, exuding a simple and profound majesty, as if he could see into everything in the world.

Guard He Hui stepped into the small courtyard and said respectfully: "Chief, I have already ordered you to go down. The Security Bureau will immediately send people to Lingyue Province to prevent any dangerous elements from causing riots in the Dragon Kingdom!"

Mr. Song turned off the radio and said calmly: "To deal with lawless elements, you should catch them and kill them. There is no need to show mercy. The Dragon Kingdom is tolerant, which does not mean that anyone can cause trouble."

He Hui did not answer, but listened respectfully, because he knew that the old man still had something to say.

Sure enough, after thinking for a while, Mr. Song tapped the armrest of his chair, "Who is the person in charge of Pengcheng of the Shenzong Bureau?"

"It was originally Chen Wenli. He was transferred last month and is still vacant."

"Go and say hello to the person in charge of Shenzong Bureau Ling Yue Province, and say that I want to recommend someone to be the person in charge of Pengcheng."

"Yes!"

"Go ahead."

Mr. Song waved off the guards and turned on the radio again, and melodious and high-pitched opera sounded.

"Tou Tong Gu, Zhan Fan Zao;

Two toms, tight shirt..."

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, opened his mouth and shouted: "Three-way drum, take the knife out of the sheath!"

"Four drums, let's fight!"

The sound was sonorous and powerful, like thousands of troops charging into battle.

Suddenly, smoke and dust were billowing, killing sounds were everywhere, and invisible oppression was overwhelming!

...

"You know my grandpa?"

Song Fei is wrapped in a bathrobe, her figure looks even more perfect, and her tall and straight peaks make people think of her.

"Uh?" Qin Fan asked in confusion: "Who is it?"

Song Fei said: "My grandfather's full name is Song Chuanming."

"Damn it, Old Man Song is your grandfather?"

Qin Fan's eyes widened, the world is really small.

Song Fei bit her silver teeth and pinched and twisted his arm with her jade fingers, "No big or small, that's my grandpa."

Qin Fan bared his teeth and said, "Ever since I met him, I've called him Old Man Song. I'm used to it."

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Song Fei became interested and sat down next to him, very close to him.

"The first time I met him was probably ten years ago. At that time, he brought a few people to the island and said he came to discuss matters with the masters."

"In a few days, Master will take me on a long trip. Only then will I know what kind of department Old Man Song is going to set up, and I specifically asked Master to help with training."

"We got along for nearly half a year, so I have a pretty good relationship with him."

"As for the last time we met, it was four years ago. I helped him a little."

Qin Fan couldn't help laughing when he thought of Old Man Song stamping his feet in anger.

"Wow, are you so stupid?"

Song Fei's rosy lips were opened in a round shape. If you come into contact with Qin Fan more often, you will find that he is like a bottomless pit and you can never see the bottom.

"I didn't expect that you would be Mr. Song's granddaughter."

Qin Fan was filled with emotion.

"Humph, grandpa said that as long as you protect me, he doesn't care anymore!"

Song Fei raised her head and hummed.

"No, does he want me to be his grandson-in-law?"

"You little villain, take advantage of me!"

The two scuffled together, of course, in a playful nature.

Qin Fan was lying on his chest, Song Fei was lying on his chest, their eyes were facing each other, and the hot breaths spurted out from their respective mouths, mingling and intertwining in the air.

"You make me feel so uncomfortable."

Song Fei's eyes were blurred, and her sexy body was burning with flames.

Qin Fan was so happy that his soul almost flew away. He almost went into battle with a gun and pinned her down under Cheng Huan's knees.

"You...you are not allowed to act like a hooligan!"

A word of rejection is like a signal to launch an attack.

Especially when Song Fei was talking, she twisted her waist, and her fleshy full moon rubbed against her lower abdomen, which was not something outsiders could describe.

But Qin Fan soon regained consciousness. He knew the domineering power of a pure Yang body. If he gave Song Fei his first time, she would not be able to bear it and would be burned to death, and he would also die of Yang poison.

However, Song Fei didn't know his condition, so she still twisted her delicate body and kept stimulating him.

"Stop, if the gun goes off, it's over."

Qin Fan gritted his teeth, his desire slowly swallowing his sanity.

It was a rare time for her to go all out, but she was rejected. This was a big blow to Song Fei. She put aside her shyness and moved back, so that the two places were close to each other.

"hiss…"

Qin Fan had to hold her away and said in a trembling voice: "I'm serious, not now, you can't bear it."

The woman was attracted to her, and she was even more eager than the man. Song Fei's cheeks were flushed, and her rationality had long been forgotten. Her only thought was to do something fulfilling and meaningful.

"Don't lie to me. They say there are only exhausted oxen and no plowed fields. How will you know if you don't plow it?"

Shit, Qin Fan was depressed, "It's not that I don't farm, it's just that there's something wrong with the equipment."

"Gah? Why can't you do it?"

Song Fei's movements stagnated, her anger gradually subsided, and the hormones all over her body solidified into proteins in an instant.

"You don't have anything serious in your mind. It's just a matter of my physical condition. It's not that I can't do it."

Qin Fan was about to collapse. If it weren't for the evil, this girl would have rolled her eyes long ago.

"Then don't you feel uncomfortable holding it in?"

"It must be uncomfortable. You put your bathrobe on first. I won't be able to hold it in any longer."

"It's better if it's over, so that you don't harm others!"

Song Fei slapped him with her hand angrily and walked into the bathroom with her legs crossed.

Qin Fan lay on his back, breathing heavily. This was simply the ultimate torture. Which man could withstand such a test?

Unfortunately, he didn't dare to mess around.

The fourth master once played too much and let him vent a little, and he almost burned himself with yang poison. Fortunately, the four masters channeled the yin energy of women and managed to save his life.

If you give your youth to Song Fei now, both of them will be ruined.

After reciting the Calming Mantra several times silently, she was ready to withdraw her troops. Song Fei also tidied her clothes and came out of the bathroom.

Her hair was dripping with water, and the shy and charming look she had just now was gone, and she was back to being elegant and generous again.

"You can't tell Shu Shu about this, do you understand?"

"I'm not stupid. Should I tell her that I was almost pushed back by her best friend?"

"Go, I had too much hormone secretion and I couldn't help but do that. It has nothing to do with anyone. I hate you in my heart."

Song Fei sat down, wrapped tightly in her bathrobe, afraid of being restless again.

Qin Fan started talking about business, "I can't do all the work on my own, so let Mr. Song send a few people over to help."

"Grandpa won't do it. He hates using power for personal gain."

"What does it mean to use power for personal gain? The foreign devils have gone to the fields to cause trouble, so we shouldn't care about them?"

"Oh, I can't tell. It's because of you."

Song Fei walked over vaguely.

Being in a superior position has the pain of being in a superior position, and paying too much attention to some things will leave people with excuses.

Qin Fan scratched his head and said: "I don't care, the key is that I'm afraid of accidentally hurting Shu Shu. You have also seen the methods of that group of people. They will do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. What does killing more people mean?"