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Text 0313 [I¡¯m going to die]

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    Freeze to death, freeze to death, freeze to death A song without lyrics came from pagani-zonda-r's car stereo. Wan Xiaohu's heart was burning, but he still maintained a speed of 60 yards per hour.  Rush to the agreed location.  Tong Liya is standing under the street lamp, with a slightly thin figure. From a distance, she looks lonely and independent.  As a girl from the Xibe ethnic group, Tong Liya has an aura that is not inferior to that of the beauties from the south of the Yangtze River.  The sharp chin, sweet smile, delicate facial features, and clear eyes make people look like they want to be cared for and loved at a glance.  In 2002, she won the runner-up in the first Miss Xinjiang Competition and performed dance at the Spring Festival Gala.  Currently studying as an undergraduate in the Performance Department of the Central Academy of Drama. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Wan Xiaohu pulled the pagani-zonda-r to the side, honked the horn, then lowered the window and waved to Tong Liya.  "Hey, director, your car is so handsome. What kind of car is it?" Tong Liya was fascinated by the cool appearance of pagani-zonda-r at a glance.  When a man picks up a woman, he needs either a bankbook or a good car.  "Come up quickly." Wan Xiaohu smiled.  After Tong Liya got into the car, Wan Xiaohu started the car and drove away, heading towards a very secluded club he bought.  There are so many things in the capital, especially private clubs that provide different services. People like Wan Xiaohu are well aware of the three burrows of cunning rabbits. In addition to buying villas on the surface, they also buy clubs behind the scenes.  On the one hand, you can use these clubs to expand your personal network, and on the other hand, it is naturally for your own convenience.  The club he bought in Magic City was not listed, and was called Banshuiwan Club. The club in Beijing was also unlisted. People familiar with it called it the Eighth District Club, because the place it was located in was called the Eighth District Alley.  Because it was not a club open to the public in the first place.  Therefore, the business of the club in District 8 was bleak. When Wan Xiaohu arrived by car, there was not even a car parked at the door.  I hung up the phone with the general manager of the club before, so when pagani-zonda-r pulled over, the general manager personally greeted him.  "Boss." The general manager is a middle-aged fat man.  He has a nice smile and his big face is particularly conspicuous.  "Lao Song, help me park the car, let's go in first." Wan Xiaohu casually threw the car keys to Lao Song.  ¡°Lao Song is not an outsider, he is the father of Xiao Song, Wan Xiaohu¡¯s ugly assistant. When hiring people in private industries, you must use people around you.  Especially in clubs like this, which are used to expand contacts and facilitate private life, Wan Xiaohu will choose the people he trusts the most.  For example, the general manager of Banshuiwan Club in Shanghai is Zeng Hu.  Zeng Hu¡¯s daughter Zeng Shiwen is Wan Xiaohu¡¯s administrative assistant.  " Xiao Song is Wan Xiaohu's assistant director and is responsible for taking care of his daily life. She can be said to be the most trusted person. Therefore, the Eighth District Club in the capital will be handed over to her father, Lao Song.  "Xiao Li, please lead the boss in quickly. I'll park the car and go there." "Okay. Manager. Boss, please follow me." Xiao Li seems to be the foreman of the club, he is tall and tall.  Also a beauty.  Wan Xiaohu put his arm around Tong Liya¡¯s waist and followed Xiao Li in.  It can be felt that despite being prepared, when Wan Xiaohu actually put his arms around Tong Liya's waist, she still felt a little inexplicable fear, and her delicate face was full of nervousness.  Mainly because Wan Xiaohu got started too quickly.  Without much foreplay, the intention was revealed directly.  As expected, there were no guests in the club, except for the waiter on duty.  "Boss, the midnight supper is ready, do you want to go over now?" "Yes." The midnight supper is quite rich.  Wan Xiaohu couldn't eat anymore, so he motioned to Tong Liya to eat while he watched from the side.  After a while, Lao Song, who had parked his car, also came over.  "Old Song, sit down and eat together." "Oh, I'm not hungry at all. Boss, please eat slowly." "Then sit down and talk together." "Hey, okay. The girl called me just now and said  Since you are coming, I will quickly ask the chef on duty to make some midnight snacks, because the business at night has not been very good recently, and you came in a hurry. The chef has already gone back, so the cooking may not be very good." Lao Song was a little cautious.  Speaking of which, he and Wan Xiaohu hadn't spoken a few times.  Wan Xiaohu asked Tong Liya, who was sipping the food: "How does it taste?" "It's delicious." "If it's delicious, eat more. This is my own club, everything is free, haha." Wan Xiaohu smiled proudly.  He asked Lao Song again, "Who have been coming to play recently?" "Mr. Su brings people here more often, including Yu Dong from Bona Culture, Gao Jun from New Film Alliance, and the two presidents Wang from Huayi Brothers.  They often come here to support us, and several leaders from the Ministry of Culture, Radio, Television, and China Film often come here to eat and drink for free" Lao Song said in detail.  Mr. Su is Su Jingxu,He is Su Ya's cousin, a typical playboy who is not doing his job properly.  It was precisely because he was not doing his job that Wan Xiaohu dared to tell him about the Eighth District Club. Otherwise, in order to prevent Su Ya from knowing about this place, Wan Xiaohu would definitely block the information from him.  Fortunately, these playboys who came from the second generation of officials and the second generation of celebrities have seen too many things like keeping mistresses and having extramarital affairs in the upper class, so they don't care much about it.  In fact, Su Jingxu has been married for a long time, and his wife is also a second-generation official, but he often supports little stars outside.  The establishment of the Eighth District Club has become Su Jingxu¡¯s base camp, where he leads a group of second-generation ancestors to have fun.  Wan Xiaohu is happy to see the success of this. This is the process of building a network of relationships. One by one, one is dragged into the trap, and when the time comes, they all join the circle, and they will naturally help out after receiving the benefits.  The formation of Dandelion Cinemas was only possible because of the efforts of these second-generation ancestors, who took advantage of their father¡¯s skin and went through the formalities to get approval and policies.  "It doesn't matter if you eat and drink for free. I don't expect the club to make money. Lao Song, these people are here. You have to serve them well. Give them what should be given and give to what should be given. You are not afraid of them eating or asking for cards. You are afraid of them.  You come here to pretend to be noble, right? If you don¡¯t have enough money, my administrative assistant will send it over. But there¡¯s one thing you need to pay attention to, Boss.¡± Wan Xiaohu tapped his fingers on the table.  Employees, confidentiality must be done well, I don¡¯t want any bad news to leak out from here.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry, boss, the managers here are all trustworthy people, even the waiters at the bottom have signed contracts.  , I went to check their home. The security guard was a veteran hired by Mr. Su. He promised not to leak any information. " "Well, I can trust you, Old Song, to do things. You and Xiao Song are both people I trust.  . As long as I, Wan Xiaohu, don¡¯t fail for a day, you can enjoy the glory and wealth.¡± Wan Xiaohu said very proudly.  Tong Liya¡¯s eyes are full of little stars. Only such a man can be called a truly successful person.  The average director is not as rich and powerful as Wan Xiaohu, and the average boss is not as talented and famous as Wan Xiaohu.  "It would be nice to be his mistress." Thinking about it, Tong Liya put down her chopsticks.  Holding his chin with both hands, he watched Wan Xiaohu speak.  There is nothing better than this for a girl to be pregnant.  Wan Xiaohu and Lao Song pretended to be more flattering than the other. After talking for more than ten minutes, Wan Xiaohu noticed that Tong Liya had stopped eating: "Are you full?" "Yeah." Lao Song quickly stood up and said, "Boss,  The room is ready. Here is the room card. I won¡¯t give it to the boss. If you need anything, call me at the bedside. I will make a note at the front desk. "You should go to bed early and leave it to the waiter."  Wait for Lao Song to leave.  Wan Xiaohu looked at Tong Liya who lowered her head and did not dare to raise her head, and asked: "Shall I take you to the balcony to see the scenery?"  It's luxurious, especially the balcony in the lobby.  It overlooks a garden not far away.  The garden at night, lit by colorful lights, is beautiful.  "I have been coming to the capital for several years, and for the first time I discovered that the capital at night is so beautiful." Tong Liya admired from the bottom of her heart.  Wan Xiaohu leaned against the railing, squinting to admire the beauties close at hand, and said: "The scenery is beautiful, and the people are even more beautiful." "Giggle." Tong Liya smiled lightly, and the lights in the hall shone over, making her white neck look like jade.  The luster flows, and the arms are exposed, which makes people's eyes hurt.  In the dead of night, Wan Xiaohu couldn't stand such teasing.  He directly reached out and lifted Tong Liya's chin. Under the reflection of the light, it was really beautiful.  Wan Xiaohu casually said a classic line from "Westward Journey": "It was a long night without any intention of sleeping. I thought I was the only one who couldn't sleep. It turns out that you, Miss Tong Liya, couldn't sleep either." "Yes! I don't know why the director couldn't sleep.  ?" Tong Liya took the line playfully.  "It's because of you, Miss Tong Liya." Wan Xiaohu laughed, suddenly hugged Tong Liya's waist, and then with a strong force, he brought Tong Liya into his arms, face to face, and the fragrance filled his nose.  This situation.  There is nothing more to say.  Wan Xiaohu looked like a man who had been hungry for three days and saw the white-faced steamed buns. He lowered his head and pressed it towards Tong Liya's red lips.  Their lips were grinding together, and their hands were moving up and down unceremoniously.  **Wan Xiaohu was urged endlessly to suck hard and rub hard.  It¡¯s as if Tong Liya in her arms is a ball of dough. ?¡­ ?The wall clock on the wall in the hall is ticking.?The entire top floor of the Eighth District Club was shrouded in a quiet environment, with dim wall lamps, soft wool blankets, and the faint whisper of a woman.  After a long time, a louder and sharper woman's cry came out, and then it became completely quiet, and only the clock could be heard ticking.  One after the other, ticking ticking, it was disordered and uninterrupted.  "I'm going to die." In the room, Tong Liya collapsed on the bed, the blush on her face seemed to drip blood, her hair was wet with sweat and stuck to her cheeks, making it difficult to move her fingers.  Wan Xiaohu was lying on top of her. After the exercise, he was also covered in sweat, and the weight of his body was all on Tong Liya: "It's been a long time since I exercised so strenuously. This time, my performance was just so-so." After that, he turned over and lay down.  On the side, he held Tong Liya tightly in his arms.  "This is still so-so, I was almost beaten to death by you." Tong Liya said weakly.  ¡°There¡¯s no way, we have too much money.¡± Wan Xiaohu was tired but said proudly.  There is nothing more fulfilling than conquering a woman in bed.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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