The bathroom door had just closed.
When a creak was heard.
The door to the ward was pushed open again.
A nurse's voice called out, "The patient needs to take his dicine."
Then, the nurse also noticed that the bed was empty, muttered to herself, and closed the door again as she left.
The three people in the toilet.
Finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Wen i released Gu Jingshu's mouth.
In such a scene, Gu Jingshu's face also flushed with redness.
"That… you guys… continue, I'll just…"
Gu Jingshu, flustered and disoriented, hurriedly opened the toilet door and scurried out.
"Look at you, why didn't you take the initiative just now? You've missed such a good opportunity,"
Wen i said, hitting Chen Fang on his body.
"What opportunity?"
"Of course, the chance to kill two birds with one stone,"
Wen i laughed.
Chen Fang certainly didn't dare to echo that sentint, who knew what this little demoness Wen i was really thinking.
"So we…"
"Of course we continue, we've already been seen, what's there to fear?"
Having said that,
Wen i directly opened the toilet door, pointing at the bed and said, "Didn't you say that next ti we should find a bed? Look, there's a bed right here."
"Then let's do it!"
Chen Fang imdiately scooped Wen i up in a princess carry, threw her onto the hospital bed, and pounced over with bared teeth and claws…
Gu Jingshu, who ran out of the ward,
didn't stop until she reached the window in the hallway.
The image of Chen Fang and Wen i entwined kept swirling in her head.
Normally, seeing such a scene should be quite embarrassing.
But for so reason, Gu Jingshu suddenly found that deep within her, a sprout of desire had also erged.
"Good gracious, what am I thinking?"
She tried to shake her head vigorously, trying to wake herself up.
But that primal desire was not sothing that could be dismissed by rely wishing it away.
anwhile, Chen Fang and Wen i were in the throes of their heated encounter.
In the bathroom of the presidential suite at the Hilton Hotel,
Luo Lan was looking at her bruised body in the mirror.
On her fair skin, there were now scratches from fingernails, and so spots were even marked with bruises, clearly the result of being pinched.
The sound of Zhao Shoujiang's deafening snores echoed in her ears.
Thinking back to what had just happened,
tears of humiliation rolled down from the corners of her eyes.
Luo Lan was 32 years old, unmarried.
Her looks might not be the ultimate in beauty, but she was certainly above average.
Particularly her prideful bosom, which had always been the envy of others.
Logically, a woman like her would not lack suitors; finding a decent man should not have been difficult.
But there she was at this age, still alone.
It was not that Luo Lan did not want to get married.
But that she could not.
In her 26th year,
she was just an ordinary court police officer at the county prosecutor's office.
It was also that year,
when Deputy County Head Zhao Shoujiang ca to the prosecutor's office for an inspection and took a fancy to her at first sight.
Afterward, under Zhao Shoujiang's coercion and bribery, she got into his bed for the first ti, and from there, everything spiraled out of control.
On the surface, she was a cadre,
but in reality, she was just Zhao Shoujiang's kept woman for venting.
She was not only forbidden from dating or getting married, but she also had to be at his beck and call, and sotis even help him with so dirty work, like with Liu Jian's incident. Chen Fang thought it was Luo Lan acting on her own will, but in fact, she was coerced by Zhao Shoujiang.
Of course, she received the rewards she deserved.
In 6 years,
she promoted from being an ordinary court officer to deputy director of the Anti-Corruption Bureau of the county prosecutor's office.
All of this, she earned at the cost of her dignity and youth.
Today, Zhao Shoujiang, rely because of issues with Chen Fang, vented his anger on her, releasing all his frustrations onto her body.
"No, I can't go on like this,"
Fingers gently brushed over the wound.
Luo Lan said to herself.
But what could she do?
With her own strength, she simply couldn't escape from Zhao Shoujiang's clutches.
It was at this ti she thought of soone—Chen Fang.
That quirky guy must have a way to help her.
...
It was Monday noon.
Chen Fang had just completed his hospital discharge procedures.
When he received a call from Wu Lili.
On the phone, Wu Lili excitedly told Chen Fang that the Health Bureau's party group had decided to fire Zhang Wei'an from his public position because of his framing and setup.
Furthermore, the Disciplinary Committee had already intervened in the investigation of this matter.
Zhang Wei'an had been taken away.
This ti, his chances of coming out were probably non-existent.
He had brought disaster on himself.
Zhang Wei'an had naively thought that with Zhao Shoujiang's support, he would have a bright future.
Little did he know that at his level, he was just a disposable pawn in the hands of powerful figures.
Finding himself in this predicant today, he could bla no one but himself.
Zhang Wei'an was completely out of the ga.
It not only solved an internal threat for Chen Fang but also served as a warning to Zhao Shoujiang.
Of course, he knew Zhao Shoujiang wouldn't let things go easily.
But this outco could buy him a bit more ti, at the very least.
He took a taxi back to his rental house.
As soon as he pushed open the door,
he noticed sothing was amiss.
The originally ssy room was now neatly arranged.
From the kitchen ca the alluring aroma of food, which was absolutely mouthwatering.
Through the glass door, he could vaguely see the silhouette of a woman busying herself.
"Lanre?"
Chen Fang called out softly.
A beautiful face peered out from the kitchen; it was Song Lanre.
"Boss, you're back, the food will be ready in just a mont, please wait a little," she said.
Chen Fang slapped his forehead.
He had almost forgotten.
That day, he asked Song Lanre to cooperate with him in a ruse, which ant she could no longer continue working at Wanli Private Bath.
She had nowhere to go.
So Chen Fang gave her the address and keys to his rental, allowing her to stay temporarily.
He had been preoccupied with his tryst with Wen i that night and had completely forgotten about this arrangent.
After changing into slippers, he entered the room.
Song Lanre soon served up three dishes and one soup, each one looking delicious and fragrant.
Having been busy all night, he was indeed hungry.
Without being polite, he wolfed down two bowls of rice.
"Does it taste good?"
Song Lanre asked.
"I haven't eaten such delicious food in a long ti,"
Chen Fang belched contentedly.
Song Lanre smiled slightly and, pointing to the coffee table near the sofa, said, "I've prepared so tea for you, rest a bit, I'm going to change my clothes."
After saying that,
she turned and entered the guest bedroom.
Taking a contented sip of tea, Chen Fang inwardly sighed, feeling great to be waited on.
At this mont,
the door to the guest bedroom opened.
Song Lanre walked out slowly with grace.
As he had just taken a sip, Chen Fang burst into laughter upon seeing Song Lanre's attire, and sprayed out all the water in his mouth.
"Does it look good?"
Song Lanre, having changed her clothes, twirled in front of Chen Fang.
Chen Fang's eyes widened.
Swallowing hard, he said, "Beautiful, it's so beautiful..."
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