A brisk sound of footsteps came from behind, and Fu Song saw Chen Hong walking over through the reflection of the glass.

"I confiscated the painting, you won't be reluctant to let it go, right?" Chen Hong said in a mocking tone.

Fu Song turned around and smiled, "Isn't you a living person better than painting? You can take it."

Both of them are young adults. These days they never leave their homes. Most of them stay together in the hotel for twenty-four hours a day, with their ears till they are sympathetic and their concubines are interested. Some things happen naturally.

Although there were no real guns and ammunition, they at least treated each other honestly, so Fu Song knew very well that Chen Hong, a living person, was no worse than that painting.

Although he said that, he still felt a little painful in his heart. That painting was really rare, and it was so realistic than traditional Chinese erotic paintings.

"Go to die!" Chen Hong felt a sense of powerlessness and frustration in her heart. Every time she quarreled with him, she couldn't fight him. It was not because he was eloquent and spoke lotus, but because he never played according to the routine.

Fu Song asked curiously: "How did you and Najia do it? I feel that she listens to you very much? Teach me."

"I won't tell you!" Chen Hong glanced at him, with a hint of pride on her face, "What did you say to Jikhomirov?"

Fu Song said: "I didn't say anything, I just talk about it."

Chen Hong curled her lips and said, "It's a fool! When Jikhomirov left, he wouldn't even walk. You won't give him money again, right?"

Fu Song said half-truely: "He wants to be the president of the state-owned enterprise, industry, transportation, construction and post and telecommunications Federation. You also know that if you want to move this position, you can't do without money."

Chen Hong said: "Then you use your own money to help him run away?"

Fu Song asked with a smile: "Do you feel sorry for the money for me? You just want to give it to me by the butler?"

"I..., I don't." Chen Hong stammered, "I just can't stand your behavior of selling official positions and titles. You have made great contributions to the Soviet Union's current level."

"Oh, when did you become a female Bodhisattva who saves the suffering? Female Bodhisattvas have broad minds. Do you have one?" Fu Song teased her while looking down at her chest fiercely.

Not only did not stop his gaze, Chen Hong straightened his chest and said contemptuously: "Look at your promising moment! She always thinks about the objects on women. She wants to see you and see Najia. That Russian woman is eager to be seen by you."

How do you know that I haven’t seen it? Not only did I read her all over her body, but I also touched her.

However, he dared not say this in front of Chen Hong, otherwise he would have to be slapped. He quickly changed the topic: "The position in Tykomirov's activity is in charge of the secondary industry in all Suzhou, more than 100,000 industrial and mining enterprises, their research institutions and researchers, we will not lose this deal. You can prepare him one million dollars first, but it is not enough. The faster the cash, the better."

Seeing that he had said everything, Chen Hong could only respond: "Okay, be ready before tonight."

I spent more than a month in the hotel. On National Day, Fu Song took Chen Hong and Na Jia out to relax.

Although the chaos has ended, the streets in Moscow are more deserted than before.

The autumn in Moscow is very short, almost every month, from early September to October.

At this time, the weather was getting colder, but the Russian beauties on the street were still showing their long legs. The beauties with legs below their necks seemed not aware of how miserable their future fate would be, and were still playing unrestrainedly on the streets.

But the queue waiting for bread in front of the bakery is longer. Housewives are like spectators written by Lu Xun, trying their best to stretch their necks and stare at the window in front, for fear that the sign "Sold out today" will be hung next to the window.

After the situation stabilized, Moscow's economic situation not only showed any sign of improvement, but it became even worse. In recent days, the inflation rate has actually reached more than 2,000%, and commodity prices have risen by 90% every day.

If a middle-class family had a deposit of tens of thousands of rubles at the beginning of last month, then today, the tens of thousands of rubles have shrunk by at least a hundred times, and perhaps in a few days, it will become worthless. This is the real night of returning to the pre-liberation.

Outside the car window is a golden ocean, with layers of yellow leaves that are breathtakingly beautiful.

Fu Song was on the back seat of a wide bulletproof sedan, with Chen Hong on the left and Na Jia on the right, but he didn't have the pleasure of hugging left and right.

Najia is now being cleaned up by Chen Hong, and she has not spoken by Chen Hong. Even if she wants to be intimate with Fu Song, she dare not take action.

As for Chen Hong, she kept turning her head to admire the scenery outside the window, leaving only Fu Song with a side face.

The speeding tires raised the red leaves all over the ground, and the red leaves were flying all over the sky.

Chen Hong suddenly turned around and asked, "Do you look like rose petals that fell at the wedding?"

Fu Song: “….”

"What are your eyes?" Chen Hong was very unhappy, "Can't you coax me?"

Come again and again!

Fu Songtou said: "My son can make a fuss. How do you ask me to coax you? After coaxing you, you said I am a big liar and a scumbag!"

After Chen Hong was beaten by him, he immediately became honest and said weakly: "Who made you so brave? If you were a man, you would..."

She originally wanted to say, if you are a man, don’t rub it around outside. You are uncomfortable, and I feel even more uncomfortable. Why bother?

But she was really ashamed to say this, especially in front of others. Even though she knew that the driver, Chrys and Naga couldn't understand, the woman's shame still made her unable to continue.

Fu Song coughed awkwardly and said guiltily: "What, I'll discuss it for a long time, and I'll talk about it later."

Humph! Chen Hong turned her body to the window and hit Fu Song's face with her long hair. It hurt quite a bit.

I set off at noon and arrived at my destination at 2:30 pm.

The small cabin sent by Tykhomirov has not changed much. The security personnel who arrived in advance have searched and checked the surroundings and interiors of the cabin. Of course, they have also collected the eavesdropping machines in the cabin.

After Krys got all the normal news from the intercom, he opened the car door, "Sir, it's OK."

Chen Hong had been impatient in the car. She was the first to jump out of the car. As soon as she landed, she felt like she was stepping on a sponge mat with a thick layer of red leaves under her feet.

A gust of autumn wind blew, and rustled sounds in the birch forest, and the red leaves all over the ground were flying in the wind.

The bodyguards had just raised the fireplace in the wooden hut. The temperature outside was less than ten degrees, but the room was as warm as spring.
Chapter completed!