mtlumby2d Chapter 358 Lao Qiu’s happy sexual life
Chapter 358 Lao Qiu’s happy sexual life
After Zheng Lanxin divorced Pang Shengyong, she received half of the family property. Now she has become the leading female billionaire on the domestic rich list.
Naturally, she had no shortage of houses under her name, and she originally planned to let Lao Qiu move out to live with her.
But Lao Qiu felt that it was a bit pitiful to leave his master alone, so with his master's consent, he asked Zheng Lanxin to move to Jiangyue Villa to live together.
If Zheng Lanxin wants to come over, of course she won't come empty-handed.
With a wave of her hand, the rich woman updated all the furniture in the house, sent an assistant to find the landlord, and bought the entire villa at a high price.
Lao Qiu was still a little embarrassed and said to Zheng Lan: "You bought the house and the furniture. Then wouldn't I become a freeloader?"
Zheng Lanxin glared at him: "It's not like you didn't eat it when you were young. Why are you so thin-skinned now that you're old?"
Lao Qiu said: "When I was young, I was a bodyguard for you. You took care of my food and drink and that was your reward. But it's different now."
Zheng Lanxin laughed: "Then you will also be my bodyguard now."
Lao Qiu thought for a while: "Okay, I will protect you from now on!"
The lovers reunited after a long separation. Although they are both in their old age, both of them are in good physical condition.
Especially Lao Qiu, despite his actual age being almost 70 years old, he has been nourished by the spiritual energy of Shoulong Mountain since he was a child and his body is naturally different from ordinary people. When working, he is more agile than the young security guards in the community.
As for some aspects... of course he is not inferior to young people.
At night, old lovers will inevitably have in-depth exchanges.
That evening, Yu Beiming was sitting on the terrace practicing.
He has an extraordinary sense of hearing. On a quiet night, even through the thick wall, the movement in the next room still reaches his ears without any trace.
He shook his head helplessly, then turned around and arrived outside the house.
At midnight, the alleys of Jiangyue Villa were extremely quiet. Yu Beiming was walking slowly on the alleys of the park alone.
A black cat ran out of nowhere and meowed at Yu Beiming.
Yu Beiming squatted down and asked it: "Do you have nowhere to go?"
The black cat rubbed his legs with its tail raised, apparently begging for food.
Yu Beiming is a person who practices fasting and Taoism. He only eats on special occasions. Therefore, naturally there is no food with me.
How to do it?
He stood up and looked around with the black cat in his arms, and saw a few strings of sausages hanging on the second-floor terrace of the house in front of him.
Yu Beiming took the object from the air with one move, and a sausage appeared in his palm.
Seeing the food, the black cat whined and picked up the sausage, kicked off its hind legs, jumped down from Yu Beiming's arms, and ran away quickly.
Yu Beiming was probably too busy to be curious about the whereabouts of the cat.
Following all the way to the foot of a sycamore tree, I saw the black cat climbing up the tree, putting down the food, and meowing as if calling someone.
Not long after, a calico cat appeared, jumped onto the tree and rubbed against the black cat, then lowered its head and ate the sausage.
The black cat was still looking around vigilantly, lowering its head from time to time to lick the calico cat's fur, very intimately.
Yu Beiming was fed another mouthful of "dog food" unexpectedly, and couldn't help but shake his head and sneer: "As expected, I am the only one alone."
Yu Beiming, who was alone, felt that he was probably worse than a cat.
When he reached the central lake, he turned in and prepared to sit for a while.
As a result, just as he sat down, several beams of bright light suddenly hit him, followed by a powerful sound:
"Who's there? Sneaking around or something?"
Yu Beiming followed the sound and saw several security guards patrolling at night approaching with flashlights and electric batons, as if they had discovered the thief.
The lights illuminated his face clearly, and one of the security guards recognized him: "Are you Yu Beiming, the one who played the song of Everlasting Sorrow? A relative of Lao Qiu?"
Yu Beiming nodded: "It's me."
The security guards relaxed and moved the flashlight light away from his face.
"It's midnight, why are you alone by the lake? The lights here are dim, and we thought there was a thief in the community. I'm sorry, I didn't say you looked like a thief."
Yu Beiming: "..."
There was no way he could stay here at Central Lake, so he could only continue walking.
Unconsciously, we reached the top of the mountain again, near Sang Feiwan's home.
The lights in Sang Feiwan's villa have been turned off. She should be practicing now.
Forget it, don't bother her anymore.
He thought about finding a pavilion to squat all night, but as soon as he turned around, he saw Sang Feiwan standing quietly on the roadside.
Yu Beiming was stunned: "You're not practicing at home?"
Sang Feiwan didn't answer and asked instead: "Where is Lao Qiu? Why are you allowed to wander outside alone?"
She said, pinching her fingers to calculate, Yu Beiming said hurriedly: "Don't calculate!"
It was still a step too late. Sang Feiwan already knew what Lao Qiu was doing, and she was suddenly a little embarrassed.
Yu Beiming explained helplessly: "It's inevitable that they will be excited when they meet again after a long absence."
Sang Feiwan said sympathetically: "So, you will make yourself homeless? The dignified master of the mountain, wandering out in the middle of the night, and almost being regarded as a thief by the security guard?"
Yu Beiming frowned: "Did you see it?"
Sang Feiwan said, "I just went out to do some errands. When I came back, I happened to see you stealing sausages."
Yu Beiming: "..."
He smiled bitterly: "Don't tell anyone, save some face for me."
Sang Feiwan couldn't help but smile: "Want to go in for a cup of tea?"
Yu Beiming said: "Of course you can't ask for it."
A pot of fragrant tea floats into the air with a few wisps of hot air.
The two of them drank tea and chatted, and unknowingly the conversation turned to Lao Qiu again.
Sang Feiwan asked Yu Beiming how he planned to arrange his apprentice's lifelong events.
Yu Beiming said: "I don't need to worry about it. They have already made arrangements themselves. Lao Qiu chose a good and auspicious day to get the certificate. There is no banquet. It's simpler."
Sang Feiwan said: "It's better to be simple."
Yu Beiming asked Sang Feiwan again: "What are your next plans for work in the entertainment industry?"
Sang Feiwan said: "Not yet, what about you?"
Yu Beiming said: "'Xanadu' is currently preparing for the third season. I have been discussing cooperation with my agency in the past two days. It seems that we hope that our original team can continue to attend, and I will probably contact you soon." "
Sang Feiwan said: "That program is quite interesting. You can participate in another episode."
After chatting for a while, it was already two o'clock in the morning.
Yu Beiming got up and said goodbye: "Lao Qiu's side should also calm down. I'll go back first."
Seeing Sang Feiwan also standing up, Yu Beiming waved his hand: "No need to send it off, I'm not a guest."
"I'm not going to see you off. I'm going to practice on the terrace upstairs." Sang Feiwan said, and sure enough, he turned around and went up the stairs.
Yu Beiming shook his head and chuckled.
After walking out of the door, he looked up and saw Sang Feiwan already in meditation on the terrace on the second floor.
The clear moonlight enveloped her whole body, making the already beautiful woman look even more noble.
Yu Beiming stared at her intently for a long time, just like when he was at Fengjiao Cliff, he had taken advantage of her countless times to hide and watch her quietly after she fell into meditation.
Some feelings are so hot and intense that they can make you burn everything.
But there is also a kind of feeling, like the breeze or the flowing water, which is neither contended nor shown, but never disappears.
Dawn is approaching, and the curtain of night gradually withdraws.
And he had to withdraw his nostalgic gaze and leave quietly before her practice was completed.
In his pocket was the angel star necklace that he had collected for nearly a hundred years. He thought he would never have the chance to give it to her again.
That's all, let's give it to Lao Qiu's wife.
His disciple, who has lived a life of poverty, is getting married to a rich woman. As a master, he cannot let his disciple be too shabby.