Chapter 886

"Shangri-La." Ma Lan said in a daze, leaning on the sofa. She secretly opened her eyes a crack and saw from the rearview mirror that Liu Jianguo's face was flushed, filled with an impatient, wicked smile.

Liu Jianguo knew the place, so he didn't speak, driving straight to the Shangri-La with a face full of spring breeze. Because Liu Jianguo had already had a round of drinking with the people from the Municipal Party Committee Office before this, plus the bottle he drank with Ma Lan, the old guy could drink about a catty and a half of liquor. To facilitate his actions, he had sent his driver away in advance. Now, driving the car, he was a bit unsteady, swaying left and right on the road like a boat on the sea. Fortunately, it was already late at night, there weren't many cars on the road, and he always managed to avoid oncoming cars without danger. The old guy didn't feel afraid in his semi-drunk state, but Ma Lan, sitting in the back, was very terrified, fearing a car accident. But since she was feigning drunkenness, she didn't dare to show it directly. Sitting in the back seat with her eyes closed, feeling the car swaying left and right on the road, she clenched her fists tightly, and cold sweat broke out on her palms.

Just as they were about to reach the Shangri-La Hotel, there was a team of traffic police checking cars on the road. Seeing this car swaying on the road, they parked their motorcycles across the road and signaled with their hands. Liu Jianguo drove the car right up to them before hitting the brakes. The front of the car stopped steadily almost touching the waist of the young traffic policeman standing in the middle of the road. Several traffic police immediately rushed up and opened the car door to drag Liu Jianguo down.

"What are you doing, what are you doing!" Liu Jianguo roared with high momentum.

"We suspect you are driving under the influence. Blow into this, let's test it." One of the traffic police extended the "balloon" for measuring alcohol content to let Liu Jianguo blow.

Liu Jianguo swiped it away, his face red and his neck thick, and asked in a loud voice, "Which detachment are you from?"

"Please cooperate, we suspect you are driving under the influence." One of the traffic police saw his momentum was very arrogant and said politely.

"Do you know who I am? You dare to stop even my car?" Liu Jianguo said with a red face and rough breath, casually taking a red plaque from the car and holding it up, saying, "Look clearly."

When the several traffic police saw the red plaque clearly printed with "Liu Jianguo, Member of the Standing Committee of the Xijing Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government," they immediately nodded and bowed, apologizing, "Director Liu, I'm sorry. We really had eyes but didn't recognize Mount Tai and didn't recognize your car. Sorry, sorry."

Liu Jianguo glared at them, placed the plaque behind the windshield, slammed the door shut, and without another word, stepped on the gas and continued to speed away.

Fortunately, Liu Jianguo's driving skills were considered superb. Ten minutes later, he arrived at the Shangri-La Hotel without danger. He got out of the car, opened the back door, dragged Ma Lan out of the car, wrapped one hand around her water-snake waist, and supported her armpits with the other hand like before. This time, he became even bolder, covering half of his palm over her full, towering "big white rabbits." Although separated by not-too-thick clothes, that soft, elastic feeling really made his heart move, and his passion was ignited bit by bit. He supported the feigning-drunk Ma Lan and walked quickly into the Shangri-La. After opening the elevator and getting in, he remembered he didn't know which floor or which room she was staying in. He gently patted her flushed, charming face and asked with a wicked smile, "Little Lan, which room are you staying in? Do you have your room card?"

"8th floor, 808." Ma Lan feigned drunkenness, leaned on him, narrowed her eyes, and groped in her handbag to take out the room card and handed it to him. Liu Jianguo took it with a chuckle, looking at the flashing numbers in the elevator, his mood extremely impatient. He occasionally looked at Ma Lan, who was soft and limp leaning on him. This woman, almost forty, looked just as she had before, not a bit older. Her skin was still so fair and smooth, her curves still so graceful. Thinking of what was about to happen with her, Liu Jianguo's heart itched extremely.

As the elevator dinged, Liu Jianguo's mood became even more impatient. When the elevator door slowly opened, he supported the feigning-drunk Ma Lan out of the elevator, arrived at the door of room 808 impatiently, wrapped one hand around her waist, took out the room card with the other, opened the door, supported her inside, kicked the door shut with his foot, didn't have time to insert the room card to get electricity, supported the soft Ma Lan, and arrived at the side of the wide bed impatiently. He laid her down carefully and whispered with a wicked smile, "Little Lan, I've sent you back."

"Don't go, Director Liu." Ma Lan said in a daze, narrowing her eyes, while grabbing his wrist.

"I won't go, I won't go, I'll stay to take care of you." Liu Jianguo sat down on the edge of the bed with a wicked smile, tentatively reaching out to grab her chest. Because he was afraid she would resist, he just lightly covered it, feeling the jade peaks rising and falling with her breathing. Ma Lan had already noticed he had revealed his fox tail, covering her chest with his big hand, so she feigned being in a daze, extended a slender jade hand to grope on his thigh, and said, "Director Liu, don't go, you stay with me, I want you to stay with me."

"Little Lan, I won't go, I won't go." Liu Jianguo looked at her slender fingers wandering on his thigh, feeling his leg itch, and his heart itched even more. He extended his other hand to grasp her other hand, which was fleshy, soft, and hot, extremely comfortable, which he liked very much. He looked at Ma Lan, who was lying on the bed with narrowed eyes and a flushed face, appearing snow-white and translucent, extremely tender, not looking like a forty-year-old woman at all.

Ma Lan's slender fingers wandered on his thigh like a gossamer, making Zhao Desan feel his leg itching more and more. That itch quickly spread throughout his whole body, making his hot blood begin to surge, and the treasure below gradually stood up. He smiled wickedly, pulled her hand, and placed it on his erect treasure.

Ma Lan slightly narrowed her eyes to take a secret look, then closed them and said in a daze, "Director Liu, what is this, why is it so hard?"

"Little Lan, this is a ham sausage. Do you want to eat it?" Liu Jianguo said lecherously with a smile.

"Why do you still have a ham sausage on you, Director Liu." Ma Lan grabbed it in a daze and started to stroke it, unable to stop, slowly lying down, bit by bit printing her mouth on her fair neck.

Ma Lan twisted her neck, being pressed by him and kissed passionately on her neck. His two big hands began to touch her clothing buttons. Before long, the trench coat was undone, revealing the graceful body wrapped in tight-fitting underwear underneath. Excited and unable to endure, he groped and grabbed the lower edge of the sweater and lifted it upward. ===== CHAPTER 887 =====