Perfect Feast

“One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four like a song...” This is the cellphone ringtone for Liu Yang by Xiaomei. Throw it in the pants pocket on the ground, Liu Yang's phone dripping, Liu Yang turned her head impatiently, but her body didn't move.

Sun Qingmei was just exhausted, her hot body was held tight in her arms. If she moved now, she would wake up the big beauty in her arms.

However, the phone on the ground sounded stubbornly. Liu Yang could not answer or turn off his phone if he did not move, his arms on the bed could not reach the pants on the ground in any way.

As the ringtone got higher and higher, Sun Qingmei's long eyelashes moved. Finally, she opened her eyes lazily and felt herself in Liu Yang's arms without hanging. Sun Qingmei's beautiful face blushed and struggled harder. She lowered her voice: “Answer the phone...”

Liu Yang smiled softly: “Do you want me to answer the phone or let you go? If you want me to let go, that's conditional... give me a kiss here and I'll let you go..."

As he spoke, he crossed over and kissed Sun Qingmei on his thin red lips. Sun Qingmei initially pressed his mouth, but finally couldn't resist Liu Yangtong's invasion. Finally, he opened his mouth and let the unjustified enemy in.

The two people kept warm for another two minutes until the bell rang again. Liu Yang was reluctant to roll over to get out of bed and copy the phone into his hand.

“Is it Comrade Liu Yang from the Legion?” After getting Liu Yang's confirmation, the people on the phone went on to say: “I am Zhang Lei, Secretary of the Provincial Organization Ministry Yang. At 5 o'clock, Minister Yang wants to see you, please hurry up...”

“Minister Yang wants to see me? Secretary Zhang, do you know what this is about?” Liu Yang subconsciously asked, and the voice was slightly exotically excited.

Those who are officials are most willing to meet the leadership of the organizational department; those who are least willing to deal with it are those who are disciplined. Minister Yang Decai of the provincial organization department wants to see himself? What's that supposed to mean?

On the other side of the phone, Secretary Zhang laughed: “Liu Shu. Remember, the organizational department also has organizational discipline, which I don't know. ”

Secretary Zhang and Liu Yang are not familiar, it would be nice to talk about this. Although he said organized discipline or something, Liu Yang heard something from his laughter.

Look at the table. It is only 4: 20. Sun Qingmei lives in this place. It is not far from the provincial council compound. Now it is fully within reach of the provincial council.

“Which Minister Yang? The provincial organizing ministry?” Liu Yang just dropped his phone and Sun Qingmi sat up. Sun Qingmei, who was overpowered and undressed, swayed up and down the full hills in front of her, and the white glitter was very tempting.

“Ah...” In her shout, Liu Yang's hand rubbed gently on her chest like a spiritual snake. Then, around her strong hills, along the pink hills, she began to circle slowly, but without touching that sensitive place.

“Hmm” Nonetheless, Sun Qingmi lowly sent a shameful grunt, and the sensitive peak stubbornly stood.

A pair of burning hands gently swam around her fair and delicate chest, Sun Qingmi only felt that the place that had been rubbed was like it had been burned, first a slight fever, then getting hotter and hotter, there was a kind of unspeakable comfort.

In her heart, a flame slowly burned her consciousness. Hot fingers glide over high and soft, stroking back and forth along greasy, smooth, snowy skin, hot palms rubbing restlessly across her chest, leaving her body full of chestnuts for a while.

Sun Qingmei shouted, his teeth bit his lower lip, his feet tipped up, gently twisted his waist, and a face turned red.

In front of Liu Yang's face was getting closer and closer. The heat of fire from the inside hit his face, but it made people's hearts itch, so I didn't know.

“You... just now... why now...” Sun Qingmei's timid eyes closed, afraid to look at the man in front of her again. The long and proportionate legs bent in front of him. Soft little feet against Liu Yang's chest, pressed against him, trying to protect himself in this way subconsciously.

“Hey, I'm Superman, didn't you know? Besides, you seduced me on purpose!” Liu Yang pushed forward, Sun Qingmi shouted, so easily gathered strength dissipated again: “No... no... I'm not...”

Whatever she said, Liu Yang skillfully grabbed Sun Qingmei's little feet, put them on her shoulders and pushed them forward...

“Ah...” With Liu Yang's action, Sun Qingmi shouted uncontrollably, his whole body was bent up, his smooth hips were pressed into the air, and he began to greet the other party's fierce attack.

“Ah... oh...” Sun Qingmi's mouth made a crying crying cry. Although she had used this position with Liu Yang in the past, she had never been treated so crudely. A current constantly struck her body and mind, hitting her itchy nerve, the blazing shame and endless joy made her almost unconscious.

“Ah... no, don't you... you have to go out to see someone... uh...” Sun Qingmei twisted his waist and tried to escape

This shameful hell.

“Hey... time is running out... that's why I'm going to fight a lightning battle..." Liu Yang said, his hands stuck to her waist, making it impossible for her to escape.

In the office building of No. 2 of the provincial council compound, Yang De, the organizing minister, looked seriously at Liu Yang. He knew he was the organizing minister, he didn't know, and thought he was the discipline secretary. Remember that.

From the outside, Yang De was dry and thin, and his hair was a little white, like an ordinary old man in the neighborhood, but sitting opposite him, he felt pressure from the ground. Such a little old man, his eyes stare closely at you, you can't even be nervous.

Zhang Shidong is eligible to succeed him as a commissioner. Remember, Ou Xiaodan and Li Meizhi are the only two. Liu Yang really can't think out, Yang Decai, the standing committee of the provincial committee, the organizing minister, why are you meeting yourself?

You don't have to talk to him yourself, do you?

So, after Liu Yang came in, he sat on the couch, listened straight to the waist rod, made a pressure that ignored his anger, but looked respectful and cautious.

“Comrade Liu Yang, Comrade Zhang Shidong has received a transfer order and will leave the committee secretary immediately. Remember the position, personally, who do you think Comrades Li Meizhi and Ou Xiaodan are better qualified to serve as commissioners? Remember this position?” The old man didn't say anything, but even more so, Liu Yang was shocked.

Is that what you're asking me? As soon as Liu Yang raised his head, he accidentally caught Yang De's grim eye.

Liu Yangxin was surprised, but he didn't bring it out, so he beamed his mind for a moment, which made him say: “From a work point of view, I think Ou Xiaodan is still more suitable. ”

Yang Decai smoked the corner of his mouth, as if he didn't expect Liu Yang to answer so simply. When Liu Yang stopped talking, he continued to ask: "Tell me your reason. ”

Liu Yang is even more depressed now. There was no such thing as a question. You let the deputy commissioner. Remember who's right for the commissioner. Remember, this doesn't make sense at all. Now that I've answered, what more reason do you have to ask? You're not afraid I'm looking for a good bully to be my boss?

But now that I've said it, I'm ready. Therefore, Liu Yang exaggerated Ou Xiaodan in all aspects of work, style, ability, character, etc.

“Ha...” Listen to Liu Yang, the head said, Yang De had to laugh. When he smiled, Liu Yang realized why there was a phrase called: “Laughing is better than crying. ”

The way Yang De smiled was really ugly. “Well, what makes you think Comrade Li Mizhi can't do the job? ”

Liu Yang looked at Granny Yang and smiled. She said, "You can squeeze me out. I'm not afraid of your age. What should I do to your son... If Li Meizhi wants to know what I say about her, she can't strangle me?"

Though I thought so, Liu Yang's face became more sombre: “Minister Yang, I am talking about things. Comrade Li Meizhi has a lot of experience in her work, putting it in a position suitable for her, she may do better. But as Provincial Secretary of the Regiment... Remember, if you want to focus on the development of provincial governments, you need to be vigorous and dare to go in. Comrade Li Meizhi's eyes are not wide enough, he has more than ideological success and insufficient energy. This is the main one, of course, and secondly. This comrade is not determined enough to grasp the big policy policy, and the discipline of the organization is not so strict... so I think she is the branch secretary of the regiment. Don't remember! ”

Listen to him. Young Deok just had to laugh in his stomach. He said that your boy was still playing tricks in front of me? Although your words are very euphemistic, you are saying that Li Meizhi has no vision, no chest, no vision, no motivation, cannot be highly consistent with the provincial government, and the organization discipline is still poor?

What do you mean, she's a commissioner? It's not appropriate. I'm afraid of being a second secretary. It's not appropriate to remember, is it?

Looking into his eyes, Liu Yang also knew that the true meaning of his words could not be hidden from such an old fox. But since Liuyang dared not to be afraid of anything, anyway, you shut up what I said. Besides, everything I said was true, and I didn't mean to obliterate Li Meizhi.

Almost fifty years old, this man knew every day that with his brother's power, he was fighting a gang of infighting in the Mission Province, but he had no enthusiasm about his work. Isn't that what you don't see, you don't have a chest, you don't have a heart? I found someone to work for her, and let Fang Snow Ice sell her, which must be kind of blind.

Besides, I personally participated in the investigation of the coastal city, although it's not like she missed her duties, but taking the Youth Development Fund to pay teachers, how can this be less disciplined?