September 1, 1990.

It is still twenty days before the Beijing Asian Games, and the whole of China is full of joy.

As a major reform and opening up in the south, Panyu's TV and newspapers also reported on various reports about the "Beijing Asian Games".

The newly established Wanda Company headquarters—

Qi Wanda really did what she said. She spent 50,000 yuan to buy this shop that can be used as an office.

Then after a brief decoration, the huge room was divided into three parts. The biggest one was of course the boss’s office of his boss, which was hung with a plaque “Pengcheng Wanli”, a large desk and a large sofa.

The other one is Song Zhichao's secretary's room.

At this time, Song Zhichao sat upright behind the chair, with his famous brand placed on the table - Wanda Secretary and Assistant General Manager, Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao held coffee in one hand and newspaper in the other, drinking coffee while reading the newspaper.

In the newspaper, he did not pay attention to the overwhelming news content about the Asian Games, but instead looked at the weather forecast.

The title of the weather forecast is very special - the typhoon will come next week, please take good care of the public!

Then there are some specific typhoon situation introductions and actions taken by the Meteorological Organization Department of the Guangdong Municipal Bureau of the Guangdong Municipal Government on typhoon disaster relief.

In this era, because the national economy is not strong enough and is weak in rescue and disaster relief, whenever I encounter typhoons and storms, I can only talk verbally and remind the general public to pay attention to safety in advance.

"What are you looking at? So immersed?"

Qi Wanda, Fatty Qi, was wearing a suit and ties, and also walked over with a cup of coffee, with a sticky belly, pressed one hand on Song Zhichao's desk, deliberately acted as a big boss, and asked.

Song Zhichao put down the newspaper, took a sip of coffee, and then pointed out the weather forecast report with his finger.

Fatty Qi glanced at it and said, "What did I think it was? Isn't it just a typhoon? There are many in Hong Kong, and typhoons often storms... What is the number of wind balls in the year, and the horses are still on time."

Song Zhichao smiled and said, "Didn't you keep asking me how to fight with that Miss Fu? Now the opportunity is here."

"Opportunity, what opportunity?" The fat man was puzzled.

Song Zhichao put down his coffee, then picked up the newspaper, folded it, revealing only the report "Typhoon Warning" and said mysteriously: "This is the opportunity!"

The fat man became even more confused. He really couldn't understand the relationship between blowing a typhoon and defeating Miss Fu.

...

Panyu County, a beauty and hairdressing street.

Large banners are everywhere on the streets and alleys—

"I cheer for the Asian Games!"

"Congratulations to the successful hosting of the Beijing Asian Games!"

"Asia's mighty spirit. Show our country's power!"

At this moment, the "Red Rose Hair Salon" on the street -

As a well-known hairdressing hall, there are many people who come here to do beauty salons, especially those young people, who are flocking to it, such as "Dehuatou" and "Fuchengtou" here.

The girl with dark circles was already busy. Although she was a welcome guest, she had to help customers wash their hair now.

At this time, the doorbell rang.

"Welcome to the Red Rose Hair Salon!" The girl with dark circles greeted him habitually, and her hands kept shampooing the customer, but her eyes glanced at the door.

A handsome man entered the house with a smile and looked around.

The girl with dark circles definitely looks familiar to the other party, but she can't remember where she has seen her.

The man saw the girl with dark circles and walked straight over, then said to her: "Sister Xia is here?"

The girl with dark circles was stunned, then chewed the gum in her mouth, then blinked and said, "What's the matter with her?"

The man showed a charming smile at the girl with dark circles and said, "I am Sister Xia's friend..."

"Sister Xia's friend?" The girl with dark circles blinked even more. You know, the boss's wife, Sister Xia, has many romantic affairs, but no matter how she thinks, she can't remember such a handsome guy.

Just then—

"Who do I think it is? It turns out it is Achao. You finally think of me as my sister!" As the laughter came, Sister Xia, who was as beautiful as a flower, walked out of the inner room and smiled at the man in a charming way.

"Long time no see Sister Xia, you are still so beautiful, please!" As he spoke, he saw the man who was magically shaping a bouquet of flowers from behind and then sang to Sister Xia.

Sister Xia immediately smiled into a flower, and took it with her eyes, thanked Song Zhichao, and said, "You are so mean." Then she glanced at the suitcase that Song Zhichao was carrying, and joked, "What is it in there? Is it a gift for me?"

"If you want to know? Then go into the house and talk." Song Zhichao pointed inside.

"What are you doing? I want me to give you a massage?"

"Yes, help me loosen my bones. I'm so tired recently!" Song Zhichao smiled lazily.

Although Sister Xia has seen countless people and knows that Song Zhichao is watching a joke, she is still stunned by the other party's charming smile.

...

Indoor, the pink lights are full of ambiguous feeling.

Song Zhichao was lying on the bed, to be precise, lying on the bed. Sister Xia was wearing a miniskirt, bent her snow-white thighs, rode on him, and massaged his shoulders with both hands.

Due to the hot weather, there was only a small fan in the room, blowing towards the two of them.

Even so, there was still a fine smell of sweat on Sister Xia's delicate face. Of course, on the surface, Sister Xia sweated because she gave Song Zhichao too much effort. In fact, only she herself knew that the reason she sweated was because she couldn't stand Song Zhichao's temptation.

Such a handsome man was ridden by himself, with his strong buttocks, tightly touched, and the friction with body temperature... Even Sister Xia was once a climax, she couldn't help herself at this moment.

Just as Sister Xia was riding on Song Zhichao and shaking her body to do a massage on her back, suddenly, Song Zhichao turned his head and said to her, "Sister Xia, do you want to do it?"

Sister Xia suddenly had red cheeks and her lips trembled, and she asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Zhichao looked at her strangely, "I'll ask you if you want to sit down and rest. I think you seem to be quite tired."

"Ah, this!" Sister Xia felt her cheeks were hot. She had thought wrongly just now. Damn it, this guy wouldn't have discovered it.

Sister Xia thought about this in her heart, but couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. When she looked at Song Zhichao again, she saw that the other party was smiling at her.

Only then did Sister Xia realize that the other party said it on purpose just now, this guy is dead!
Chapter completed!