Chapter 2744: Wasted Effort

What a lewd young lady, haha, Zhao Desan secretly rejoiced. This young lady's hard work today would be a wasted effort. Once she failed to grab his handle today, there would definitely be a next time, and a next next time. For Zhao Desan, why not accept both beauties and conspiracies?

Zhao Desan enjoyed it for a moment, then suddenly shook his whole body, almost falling into the trap. If he continued like this, he would definitely be pushed down by this young lady in turn, because he clearly felt that there was a fire rising in his lower abdomen, gradually having a trend of starting a prairie fire.

Of course, the external manifestation of this fire made Shangguan Wan'er even more excited and unable to hold herself back. One jade hand kept reciprocating, and the small cinnabar lips flexibly sucked and wrapped, simply wanting to wash the man clean to be satisfied.

At this time, Zhao Desan couldn't care about the face of this young lady between his legs. In fact, this woman didn't have any face. At the beginning, Zhao Desan had worried that excessive refusal would hurt a beauty's self-esteem, but now it seems that this woman didn't have any self-esteem at all, purely a little slut ridden by thousands of people. It is said that people are divided into groups and things are gathered together. It seems that such a little slut can only collude with an old guy like Golden Leopard who came from a small thug background.

So, Zhao Desan simply gritted his teeth and decided to do it once and for all. Suddenly, he grabbed the shoulders of Shangguan Wan'er, who was gently shaking, and forcefully straightened the woman's body, pressing her onto the passenger seat. At this time, this little flirt was already unable to endure the thirst, her apricot eyes were drifting and blurry, and she thought Zhao Desan couldn't hold back anymore and was going to fight on horseback with real swords and guns. So, her whole body was soft as if without bones, the panting in her nose was increasing, and her two eyes had already gently closed, posing a charming posture left for Zhao Desan to manipulate.

However, the expected storm did not really come. She clearly felt that the pair of powerful large hands on her shoulders suddenly left her body. Immediately, Shangguan Wan'er trembled all over, as if feeling endless emptiness and loss, and her eyes suddenly opened.

It turned out that when Zhao Desan saw Shangguan Wan'er, who was already soft and panting on the seat, that charming posture suddenly made him lose interest. Thinking about it again, he finally made it to the weekend and could come to the city. He couldn't waste his energy on this little flirt, right? There were still several women waiting for him to nourish. If he wasted his energy on the woman beside Golden Leopard, wouldn't it be too worthless? Besides, this was the first time he had come into contact with this young lady, and he couldn't withstand the temptation to let her get her wish. Wouldn't his appetite be hung up by this young lady in the future? Instead of being hung up by this little slut, it would be better to hang up this little slut's appetite!

Thinking of these, Zhao Desan suddenly became clear-headed. At this time, he had already withdrawn his body, his hands pulled up the pants opening she had opened, and he smiled slightly shyly: "I... need to relieve myself..."

Saying this, he flashed out of the car door, bypassed the front of the car, and went straight to the small woods on the side of the road. He walked a bit embarrassedly, his waist seemed unable to straighten. Zhao Desan secretly cursed himself for being really useless. All those perverted willpower trainings before were fed to the dogs? But he didn't think about it. He had been bitten by someone, and he could still maintain a few points of sobriety. This willpower was already perverted to the limit. What else did he want? After all, he was a real man, not a eunuch or a castrated person. Maybe even a eunuch couldn't withstand this terrible teasing.

Smoking a few puffs in the small woods and blowing the cold wind, his mood stabilized a lot. Under the suppression of his perverted willpower, the fire in his lower abdomen finally went out.

It wasn't that he, Zhao Desan, didn't like women, but the key was that he felt it was hard to get to this weekend, and it was really not worth it to vent the energy accumulated this week on this unfamiliar little slut. There is a long future ahead. Zhao Desan sighed deeply and also sighed "women are indeed tigers," and only then did he completely calm down. But in the Passat car, Shangguan Wan'er felt a bit funny. It was a well-experienced woman's well-intentioned ridicule of a young man. She felt that this man was really cute. It turns out that men also have times when they make people so obsessed.

It's just that Shangguan Wan'er didn't feel that Zhao Desan had retreated. According to her rich experience, Zhao Desan, this young, strong, and hot-blooded guy, must have had an urgent need to urinate because he couldn't withstand the strong stimulation! And she felt that a man who had reached this step was simply a bullet that had been fired from the chamber, and it was difficult to return to the chamber.

However, this little slut who had seen countless men made a mistake in her judgment this time. Zhao Desan didn't have an urgent need to urinate, nor was he a bullet fired from the chamber that was difficult to return to the chamber, but that he didn't want to have anything happen with her at all today.

When Zhao Desan returned to the driver's seat, Shangguan Wan'er was dumbfounded, because she found that this guy was calm and composed, as if everything just now hadn't happened! Even that pair of casual pants was flat and neat, and there was no phenomenon of "setting up a tent" anymore.

Seeing Zhao Desan suddenly become calm and composed, Shangguan Wan'er couldn't help but secretly shout in her heart: At this critical moment, this guy actually "retracted the gun"... Is he still a man?

Shangguan Wan'er doubted her temptation ability for the first time, and even felt a sense of frustration inexplicably. She felt that she was really a failure today. A beautiful young lady with a hot body and a pretty face like her had already actively thrown herself into his arms, and she couldn't even tempt a young and vigorous man. It was really too failed.

And at this time, Zhao Desan turned his head with a smile, looking at the surprised, charming, but still buried between his legs just now, and asked with a grin: "Sister Wan'er, do you like going for a drive?"

Shangguan Wan'er didn't understand, nodded foolishly. In fact, she didn't even pay attention to what Zhao Desan had said.

And seeing her nod, Zhao Desan laughed heartily, and that Passat started arrogantly.

Under Zhao Desan's control, this car accelerated crazily to 120 kilometers per hour at an almost incredible speed, but at this speed, he was still accelerating! This was not a highway, but a city road.

Although it was a remote place and there were few vehicles around, it was not without them. The trees on the side of the road flew past, cars were thrown behind one by one, and as for the cars coming head-on, they were scared into a cold sweat by the crazy Passat.

Behind, several rich second-generation kids who happened to be racing here were scared not lightly, but after coming to their senses, they immediately felt strong excitement—I fuck, I'm driving a Ferrari! Charge, brothers! Being left behind by this Passat would be a lifelong shame!

So, a crazier scene was staged in this area—a Passat running like the wind in front, and a full eight luxury cars chasing at high speed.

But after this crazy process ended, the craziest result appeared—the eight luxury cars that often raced didn't have one that could catch up to Zhao Desan's Passat! Until the Ferrari at the front of these eight cars almost rolled over, and almost caused the seven luxury cars behind to rear-end, these cars stopped in shock. A group of official second-generation and rich second-generation kids, their passion not yet dissipated, were all dumbfounded.

"Fuck, how did that dog-day Passat drive at that dog-day speed?!" It was really a coincidence. The car window opened, and the one who poked his head out from the BMW sports car was actually that guy Sun Maomao.

"Too damn fierce. By the way, Old San, isn't your dad the captain of the traffic police detachment? Go back and check whose car it is. I have to pay a visit to this fierce man!" The one who poked his head out from the Mercedes sports car was Ya Gang, whose bucktooth had been pulled out by Black Dog with pliers. Since that defeat, these grandsons didn't dare to easily shout and make trouble in society, but picked up their hobby—racing, and got together with these rich second-generation and official second-generation kids who also liked racing.

"Must get to know him. I fuck his grandma, I'm convinced, I'm really convinced today!" The playboy sitting in the Ferrari 458 sports car was the son of the city traffic police detachment captain. He wiped the sweat on his face and said, and as he spoke, he immediately took out his mobile phone and made a call.

A moment later, he put down the phone and shouted to Sun Maomao: "Brother Sun, guess where this car is from?"

"The guy driving this car must have a big background, must be a racing master. It seems we brothers must pay a visit to this guy." Sun Maomao lit a soft Zhonghua and said arrogantly.

"I fuck, I just asked the traffic police on duty to help me check. This car is actually the car of the Chanba Development Zone Construction Commission. I fuck! This driver is really damn awesome. A twenty-thousand-dollar car driven like an airplane, even my Ferrari couldn't catch up!" This playboy was arrogant, and as he spoke, he also lit a soft Zhonghua.

District Construction Commission's car? I fuck! Could it be that kid Zhao Desan's? Sun Maomao suddenly heard that the Passat that was running wildly just now was the District Construction Commission's car, and vaguely seemed to think of the time he took two hundred people to encircle that guy, was beaten to pieces by that guy, and later when he called his godfather Zhang Biao to stand up for him, he seemed to have seen a Passat at the door of the Yi Jia Yi bar. Thinking about it this way, it really should be Zhao Desan's car, and with his level as the director of the District Construction Commission, a cadre at the section level, his official car seemed to be of this grade.

Thinking this way, Sun Maomao smashed his fist on the steering wheel, gnashing his teeth and talking to himself: "Really damn narrow road for enemies, shouldn't have let that grandson run away!"

"Hey, Brother Sun, did you see just now? There seemed to be a beauty sitting in that Passat just now. The girls picked up by government drivers are all so good. What kind of era is this!" Ya Gang shouted at Sun Maomao. Since this guy made his fortune by repairing cars, he wasn't a pure official second-generation or rich second-generation, and he was a bit indignant about some corrupt phenomena in the government.

Sun Maomao smashed a mouthful of smoke, sneered, threw away the cigarette butt, and said: "Brothers, let's have a one-kilometer straight-line acceleration." As he spoke, he stepped on the accelerator, and the eight luxury cars roared in unison, like a group of wild beasts in the quiet night, breaking the silence of the night, and then the eight luxury cars rushed out like arrows off the string, disappearing into the dim night.

1497. Chapter 1480: Soul-Frightened

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