Power and Wealth

Chapter 1869

The next day.

Sunday morning.

A crisp telephone ring rang in Fang Wenping's bedroom, ring, ring, ring, ring, waking Dong Xuebing up in his bed. Hearing it was his phone, he looked up in confusion. It was already daybreak, but the curtains were hung, so not all the light came in. The room was still dim, with only a few rays of warm morning sun squeezing in through the gaps in the curtains, casting a thin beam of light on the ground and the quilt.

The phone was found.

Dong Xuebing yawned and answered, "Hello."

"Secretary, it's me." It was Su Yan's voice.

Dong Xuebing said, "Oh," and closed his eyes, "What's the matter?"

Su Yan immediately said, "I'm sorry to disturb your rest. The main thing is that the higher-ups notified us of something on short notice, saying that a British delegation would visit our province on Monday. Baohong City is on the itinerary, and our Jiaolin County is also on the list. The city attaches great importance to it and asked us to do a good job welcoming them. I asked around, and it's not a purely political inspection. Most of the people who come are not from the British political circles. It may be an exchange, and they want to get some investment back from us. But because the people who come to exchange this time are from the Republic with British politicians, the issues involved are more complicated, so the higher-ups pay special attention to it." After a pause, Su Yan said, "County City Zhang is at work today. The county government wants to start preparing for the welcoming mission today. Do you think you can come back today? Without your order, we can't make a decision here." Su Yan knew that Dong Xuebing was sleeping, and he understood the sleepiness in his tone, so he made a long story short and explained all the information in one breath.

Dong Xuebing said: "It's uncertain today. I may not be able to go back during the day. There are some things here. I don't think this is urgent. Let's wait until Monday and discuss it on Monday. Anyway, they are not here yet, right?" Dong Xuebing heard about this yesterday. He heard it from Fang Wenping's phone call with the secretary. Like Fang Wenping, he didn't care much about this matter.

Britain

Haha.

Dong Xuebing never had a good impression.

It is said that most people in Beijing are angry young people and are unprincipled angry young people. This is a bit derogatory, but tracing back to this, there are historical reasons. The Eight-Nation Alliance fought against Beijing, burning, killing, and looting, and one of the countries headed by the Eight-Nation Alliance was Britain. As a traditional, angry young man, Dong Xuebing, like Fang Wenping, has an instinctive rejection of these countries.

I can accept them.

But I hate them very much.

Probably this mentality.

Of course, this is just a historical and ethnic disgust. Dong Xuebing has no problem with ordinary people abroad.

Su Yan could also hear the lack of attention in Secretary Dong's tone, so he didn't say anything. Leaders naturally have their considerations, and he, as a secretary, didn't need to say anything. He said, "Okay, I'll tell them, Secretary, I won't disturb your rest."

Dong Xuebing smiled and said, "It's the same everywhere. You used to work with the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, and you didn't have a good reputation in Beijing, so no one dared to give you gifts. You just came here, and people don't know what kind of person you are or what kind of temper you have. Naturally, you have to follow the rules. Otherwise, if you don't show this courtesy, people fear you will pick on them and make things difficult for them."

Fang Wenping looked at him coldly, "I don't need you to tell me that. I know better than you do. How old are you? You have only been working in the system for a few years and are still talking to me about big principles."

Dong Xuebing said with a sweat, "Look at you, why are you so anxious? I'm just chatting casually, just talking casually." Facing such a stubborn guy, Dong Xuebing didn't have any temper. He just did that to him, so he didn't argue with Old Fang. He surrendered and said, "Okay, I was wrong. How dare I talk to you about reason? I have to listen to your teachings, right?" Fang Wenping said, "You should stop talking to me." Dong Xuebing said, "Okay, let's not talk about this. Tell me what you want to eat for breakfast. I'll cook for you today." Fang Wenping was not very energetic, "Whatever." Dong Xuebing smiled and said, "Then I'll make whatever I see in the refrigerator."

"It's all right. I'm not hungry now." Fang Wenping rubbed her shoulders tiredly and twisted her neck slightly. Her cervical spine made a creaking sound, which was wrong. Probably because he was tired last night, the two of them did too many positions, Dong Xuebing just cared about his fun. Seeing that Fang Wenping had been very cooperative, he had to toss Fang Wenping in all the ways he liked. Otherwise, he didn't know if this opportunity would be in the future. At that time, how could he think of anything else? He also forgot Fang Wenping's age. Dong Xuebing was still very young. Twenty-six or seven years old was not too old. He was in good health and had a fast recovery ability, but Fang Wenping was not this age.

Dong Xuebing consciously pinched her shoulders at a glance, "I'll massage you."

Fang Wenping glanced at him but didn't refuse. She slowly moved her body, gave him her shoulder, and then picked up her phone to look at the remaining messages.

"Is the strength OK?"

"Yes."

"Is this spot alright?"

"A little to the left."

"Okay, here, right?"

Fang Wenping was not polite either. She fiddled with her phone expressionlessly. She was indifferent to Dong Xuebing's words and had no respect for him.

Dong Xuebing was used to it and didn't care. After massaging her shoulders, he massaged her waist. People of this age usually don't have good waists, so Dong Xuebing knew it without Fang Wenping telling him. But just massaging him wasn't fun. It was a bit boring. Fang Wenping was dealing with the information on her phone seriously. She was probably dealing with some work, so Dong Xuebing had to find something to do. So when he massaged her waist, Dong Xuebing quietly lifted the quilt covering the two of them little by little, looking at Fang Wenping's white buttocks, and pinched her thick buttocks from time to time when he pinched her waist. He stretched his feet and slid gently on Sister Fang's thighs several times.

Soft

It's not particularly tender, and the elasticity may be a little lacking, but the touch is good.

Dong Xuebing enjoyed it very much. He pressed his palm on her buttocks, and the buttocks meat could be squeezed out through the gaps between his fingers.

Fang Wenping seemed to be unaware and ignored him. She completely ignored Dong Xuebing's little movements, but her brows tightened.

Dong Xuebing didn't want to be too much. In fact, he still exerted a certain degree of psychological pressure on Fang Wenping. Family status, job level, and age all had reasons.