Qi Mingen, the owner of an international logistics giant, has basically monopolized the international freight market in Asia.
The person is not young anymore. Looking at the photos, he is in his fifties, and the information says 47.
Song Xiaolan suddenly felt sick, like a dead fly stuck in her throat.
He simply turned off the computer and fell on the bed.
But how can a twenty-one-year-old man resist the temptation of vague eroticism.
The image of Zhao Yi wearing a cheongsam leaning against the door is lingering, like vines, growing crazily, wrapping around his heart, penetrating inch by inch, penetrating inch by inch.
The ceiling is white, and the light from the outside was blown in by the wind, mottled on it, white and orange mottled intersecting, some indescribable mystery.
This feeling seems to have just been experienced.
I got it¡¡¡ª¡ª
Like Zhao Yi's legs.
Song Xiaolan was taken aback by her own thoughts, lost her mind for a moment, and simply changed her position, lying on her side, not looking at Zhao Yi's thigh.
No matter how you escape, you can't escape from the things that should be in your goal and in your heart.
The milky white curtains undulate regularly in the breeze
¡ª¡ªLike the faint spring scenery on Zhao Yi's chest.
The twenty-one-year-old boy was struggling with his own vitality.
Further down is the cheongsam.
Obviously there is no slit to a high place, but he can't help daydreaming.
Just like being in the water, seeing the reed leaves exposed in the water at once gives people a kind of association of summer night, just like a woman standing naked in front of a man's window, seeing the woman's beautiful appearance, has endless emotions under the beautiful moonlight reverie.
His face gradually turned red, and his heartbeat was not very steady.
One turned over and jumped up, and entered the bathroom.
There is no shortage of beauties in the circle.
There is nothing rare about her, Zhao Yi.
What's more, he is still a master with money.
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Heavy rain cannot stop the daily progress of the capital market.
After Zhao Yi received Brother Qi, she went to two dinners with him and didn't go home until two o'clock in the morning.
She has long been used to these business dinners.
When I was working under Brother Qi, I often followed him to various occasions where rich people got to know each other, compared each other, and cooperated.
Brother Qi took good care of Zhao Yi during the dinner or drinking, and never let her drink too much.
Most of the bosses will come over to toast when they see Brother Qi's "lover", and Brother Qi will help to push him away.
Over time, everyone stopped toasting Zhao Yi, and she became a must-have in Brother Qi's social occasions.
The first dinner on a rainy night was for Brother Qi's own business needs, and he exchanged greetings with the boss of the local logistics company and made contact with each other.
Zhao Yi knew all these people, and it was not difficult to deal with them. It was just a matter of smiling, expressing his humble opinions, drinking a few cups, and then burying his head in eating.
The second dinner is a supper stall. Brother Qi also has a few friends who share the joys and sorrows of starting a business. Every time he returns to China, he has to make an appointment. Sometimes, those friends will also bring new friends. The more people they know, the longer the business chain will be, and there will be more and more bureaus.
Some of these people are new acquaintances, so Zhao Yi is a "mistress" and "little lover" in their eyes. Okay or something, and then wait to see the expression on Zhao Yi's face.
However, since Zhao Yi has been able to stay by Brother Qi's side for so many years and still guards herself like a jade, she naturally has her own rank.
It won't be long before newcomers and old acquaintances dare not toast Zhao Yi.
At the night snack, Brother Qi is also open, and the topics of conversation are all other than business. While peeling shrimp for Zhao Yi, he is laughing with his friends, smiling, and will unconsciously hold Zhao Yi's hand.
Zhao Yi's hands are always cold, as if there is no blood flow.
Brother Qi immediately frowned and asked, "Why are your hands still so cold? Did you not eat the ginseng I bought for you last time?" Then she was not allowed to touch the wine, and took away the wine glass in her hand.
In the past, Zhao Yi would immediately withdraw her hand, but later on, there is no loss, just hold it.
Smiling, he said, "You should wear less clothes."
Without further ado, Brother Qi took off his suit and put it on her shoulders.
When the dinner was exhausted, she used the excuse to go out to get some fresh air and wait outside.
In this way, she is not a wife, nor is she a lover.It's been six years.
I don't know what I'm drawing.
Brother Qi saw that she hadn't come back, so he came to look for her after the dinner.
She stood under the tree alone, kicking stones on her feet to play.
Brother Qi came over, took a look at the gloomy look in her eyes, and asked her, "Aren't you happy?"
The old man is so smart and understands women's hearts. No emotion can hide from his eyes.
Zhao Yi thought for a while, lowered her eyes slightly, and suppressed all the emotions inside.
"No, I don't want to interfere with your chat with them!"
Brother Qi took a deep look at her, "Is there any trouble in the studio?"
That voice was deep and generous, steady and firm, without any waves, nor the slightest frivolity or impetuosity.
Zhao Yi smiled embarrassedly.
"No, everything is normal."
It's just that I really don't want to make online dramas.
Brother Qi didn't ask any more questions, a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said in a steady voice: "If you don't have one, you don't have one, let's go." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com