The Kazakh girl's cheeks were like fire, red as if they were about to drip water, and a jade hand slapped Yang Shuoming's spear as if punishing. Then, he pulled his pants down.

The man's huge weapon popped out, like a high flagpole, trembling slightly and hideously.

It may be the first time she has seen such a thing, Paris hesitated unconsciously, and she quickly glanced at Yang Shuoming, who was already lying down, and slowly moved forward, and stuck her snow-white body a little awkwardly.

She was getting closer and closer, Yang Shuoming held his breath, he felt her rapid breathing bring a hot and humid temperature, and then with a muffled snort, a small wet hole had been softly covered.

"Oh...... Ah......h

Like a sigh, or like a moan of extreme enjoyment, Yang Shuoming felt that a heart seemed to have flown into the sky uncontrollably, and then she felt her secret place jerkily playing on herself, swallowing and spitting, and sometimes constricting.

Yang Shuoming's body couldn't help but tense tightly, the dragon crown on the spear was soaked by her delicate and slippery secret place, and the concentrated teasing made Yang Shuoming's soul fly out of the sky for a while. Yang Shuoming was numb and weak by her movements, and couldn't help moaning. As her movements became more and more intense, Yang Shuoming's breathing became more and more rapid.

Yang Shuoming stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed the girl's crisp breasts, and kneaded them vigorously, the Kazakh girl lowered her head, and let him wreak havoc on her chest. Yang Shuoming held her in his arms, one hand held her delicate body, and the other hand stroked the high and bulging breasts, the small milk beads had already swelled several times, and the wonderful body that was as smooth as a beautiful jade was glowing with ** high pink color, trembling for a while, with the continuous invasion of her lover, the only remaining clothes on her body finally fell, and a flawless moving body appeared in front of Yang Shuoming, the charming curves, the lush aquatic plants on the peach source, a pair of plump and delicate [***], The golden hair covered half of the pink neck, and the strong contrast of beauty made Yang Shuoming deeply intoxicated.

At this time, Yang Shuoming felt that his melted body was high again, and the angry spear was rapidly entering and exiting in the secluded peach source where the water and plants were abundant, and the fresh and tender flesh leaves of the girl's secret place were already covered with slippery dew drops and a faint red, flowing down the ** full of bullet surnames.

Looking at this outstanding and perfect work of the creator, Yang Shuoming couldn't help but praise loudly in his heart, he hugged her tightly, sat up, opened his mouth to hold the lovely little cherry, sucked gently, and swept resolutely and thoroughly on the moving delicate body with a pair of hands, the girl in his arms starry eyes closed slightly, and a thin moan sounded from his mouth.

"Ahh

The girl's delicate voice seemed to inspire Yang Shuoming to move forward bravely, and the giant rod as hard as iron was pushed all the way, squeezing away the overlapping tender flowers and leaves, and heading straight for the tempting wet flower stems.

The Kazakh beauty's upper body arched abruptly, and a heart-wrenching moan came out of her throat.

"Are you alright?"

Yang Shuoming asked with concern.

Paris's palms tightly grasped Yang Shuoming's arm, and her delicate body trembled slightly, where could she still speak at this time? Yang Shuoming only heard her let out a rapid "mmmm" gasp.

Yang Shuoming sighed with satisfaction, held her thin waist, and let his giant stick be inserted into the deepest part as much as possible, and the flower stems were like a spring dripping with honey, tender and soft.

Yang Shuoming continued to push upward, Paris wrapped her arms around his neck, the two of them carried out the most primitive fight between men and women, the giant pestle was like a gun, twitching in and out like a storm, Paris opened her red lips slightly, and her delicate body shook rhythmically with Yang Shuoming's movements, and the fine fragrant sweat glowed with a charming luster under the reflection of the sun.

"Ah...... Such...... Such...... What a beautiful ......."

Paris couldn't help but moan and shouted softly.

"What did you say?"

Yang Shuoming stared at her delicate face glowing with silver spring light, and asked with a smile.

"I didn't ...... Nothing ......."

She blushed and replied hesitantly.

"Tell me about it, I like to hear your voice, and I want you to tell me how you feel."

Yang Shuoming's mischievous heart rose, as he spoke, he straightened up and stabbed a few times, her body shook violently and violently, and for a while, there was a slight sound.

"Really...... It's really nothing...... Yes...... Ah......h

Yang Shuoming resisted her already slippery buttocks and thrust his huge rod straight to the end, under this top, the Kazakh girl couldn't help screaming.

"Ahh No...... Don't, you...... You're coming in too deep...... I ......," she screamed.

"Then you still don't say it?" Yang Shuoming smiled.

His movements became lighter, but the giant stick was still moving in and out.

"I ...... I said, "You, you're so deep, you keep touching ...... there," she smirked and punched him lightly.

Yang Shuoming, who is already quite experienced, of course knows that he has touched her flower heart over and over again, but at this time, he wanted to tease her, so he forced her to say it in person, so he twitched while asking, "Where did you touch?" ”

"That's it...... It's where you come across now......" Although her Chinese is very good, after all, she is new to personnel and can't find the right words to describe it, seeing her shy answer, Yang Shuoming couldn't help but be very happy.

"Is this it?"

Yang Shuoming hugged her slender waist and pressed against her flower heart, and the giant pestle stirred clockwise.

"Ah...... How did you...... How do you ...... that?"

Her delicate body suddenly softened, and even her voice began to tremble.

"Do you like it? Do you feel comfortable with me? ”

Yang Shuoming asked with a smile, carefully observing her reaction.

"Hmm!"

She nodded vigorously.

Yang Shuoming turned left and right in her muddy flower stems, sometimes stirring, sometimes pumping slowly, Paris's reaction was more powerful than before, a pair of beautiful eyes were charming and spring, cheeks seemed to be drunk crimson, and the honey in the flower stems was like a spring, flowing so slippery that the two strands did not leave their hands.

Yang Shuoming was bent on fiddling with the flower stems, but the inside of the girl suddenly tightened and narrowed, Yang Shuoming felt the changes in her body, although his movements became much harder, but he felt more refreshed. Because all women are compact and narrow inside, men can't hold on for too long, every time they go in and out, they will accelerate the discharge because they are too exciting, and sure enough, it didn't take long for Yang Shuoming to feel that the dragon crown was becoming more and more numb, and it was more and more difficult to suppress, he immediately accelerated the madness, and every time he stabbed towards the girl's fat and tender heart, with a refreshing feeling all over the body, the dragon essence sprayed out......

"Ahh …… Hmmm......"

Paris's fingers unconsciously grabbed Yang Shuoming's arm, and actually broke Yang Shuoming's arm, with a refreshing feeling like a fairy, her fragrant shoulders contracted suddenly, and her delicate body trembled violently.

"Ah, I...... I can't do it......"

"I can't do it either......"

Yang Shuoming hugged her tightly, he didn't expect that the two of them would reach ** at the same time, that feeling is much more perfect than a single person reaching **.

The two hugged each other naked, wrapped their arms and legs, looked at each other affectionately, and were fascinated.

"On the night your sister got married, you watched me from behind, didn't you?" Yang Shuoming asked.

"So what?" She asked rhetorically with a smile with a wink of her beautiful blue eyes.

"I mean, they're under that tree, aren't they?" At this time, on a "Sparrowhawk" reconnaissance fighter in the sky, a pilot asked an observer in the back seat.

"I can't see clearly, let the canopy block it, I guess it should be there." The observer looked at the two horses grazing together on the grassland and said.

"Aren't they doing that for so long?" The pilot in the front seat smiled and said, "That girl is very beautiful." ”

"It's really hard to figure it out." The observer grinned, raised the binoculars again, and looked in the direction of the tree.

Sichuan, Chengdu, headquarters of "Sichuan Renhe Railway Company".

In an office, Huang Shiyao, who had finished handling the affairs at hand, beat his sore back, picked up the newspaper on the table and read it.

“…… From a young age, we felt that the United States was a particularly amiable country. We believe that this is not only because she has not forcibly occupied China's land, but also because she has not waged an aggressive war against China; More basically, Chinese's goodwill toward the United States stems from the open-boiled demeanor and broad-mindedness that radiates from the American national surname......"

After reading the article entitled "Ode to Ming Cooking" published in the "New China Daily", Huang Shuyao just smiled slightly, picked up another newspaper and read it.

“…… Every kind and honest person in the world will be joyed and honored by the presence of the United States; Since the birth of the new country of the United States, the boil and science have planted their roots in the new world of freedom. For more than 100 years, every day and every night, the light of the torch in the hands of God of Liberty can be seen from the darkest corners of the earth, and it has warmed the hearts of all who have suffered and felt that there is still hope for the world. This is an editorial published in the "New China Daily".

“…… In China, every elementary school student knows Washington's honesty, every middle school student knows Lincoln's justice and compassion, and Jefferson's generosity and sincerity. These glorious names are already symbols of all virtue in our land. …… It was they who, in our spiritual realm, without the tradition of boiling boils, built the Great Wall that today allows us to effectively resist the feudal [***] mentality......"

"The work that our Party is carrying out now is the work that Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln, and others have already done in the United States, and it will certainly have the sympathy of the United States, which has been boiled in the open. The United States has always supported China's war against the Japanese invaders with a large amount of materials, as well as the Ming Cook movement in China, and we are grateful. In celebrating America's National Day, we all believe that our struggle can only lead to one outcome -- and that is victory. This is a propaganda article published in the newspaper by the Chinese National Socialist Party.

"Marx, Engels, Lenin, and other great thinkers and activists of socialism have always spoken highly of America's militant open-mindedness and its progressive role in world history. American militant open-boil doctrine has its glorious historical tradition. …… Lenin said that this was one of the 'greatest, truly liberating and truly revolutionary wars' in history. "It's a leaflet from a social welfare group sandwiched in a newspaper.

The leaflet shows that even the most radical communitarian groups in the country have expressed a high degree of favor for the United States.

Huang Shiyao looked at the other newspapers again, and they were all about the same content, and he couldn't help but be secretly amused.

However, he now understands why there is such a strong pro-American sentiment among the Chinese people.

Without the support of the United States, it would have been impossible for China to successfully enter the First World War and become one of the great powers after the war.

And without the support of the United States, China will be on the verge of collapse even if it can defeat the country on its own.

Not to mention the impact of the American volunteers who shed their blood on the battlefield in China and sacrificed their lives to resist the invasion of the Japanese army, and became the heroes of the Chinese's mind.

Huang Shiyao understands that the United States and China are now so close, and his "son-in-law" is also indispensable.

"Everything is too much, and now that you are so close to the Americans, and a large amount of American capital has entered China, aren't you afraid that China's economy will be controlled by the United States?" Huang Shiyao said to himself, "Have you thought about how to end up in the future?" ”

Huang Shiyao flipped through the newspaper in his hand a few more times, and suddenly, a photo from the newspaper caught his attention.

The photo shows a grand wedding with Kazakh national characteristics, the bride is delicate and pretty, dressed in gorgeous costumes with national characteristics, snuggled up to the side of a Chinese general, surrounded by cheering Kazakh herdsmen and Chinese people holding long knives, and in the distance on the steppe, Kazakh riders galloping back and forth.

"Wanli steppe, the hometown of Anxi, finally no longer need to be called 'Turkestan'." Huang Shiyao sighed.

He put down the newspaper casually, and suddenly as if he had found something again, he grabbed it again and put it in front of his eyes and read it carefully.

When he recognized who the Chinese general in the photo was as the bridegroom, he couldn't help but slam the newspaper on the table in anger.

"How can this be true? I see you're getting more and more attentive now! Huang Shiyao roared.

Wu Jie, who had just walked in, happened to see this scene, and couldn't help but startle Huang Shiyao's movements.

"...... are you" Wu Jie didn't understand why Huang Shiyao was angry, so he couldn't help but step forward and ask carefully.

"Look at it!" Huang Shiyao handed the newspaper to Wu Jie, and when Wu Jie saw the photo on the newspaper, he immediately recognized Yang Shuoming's figure and couldn't help but smile slightly.

"I didn't really think he was like that before." Huang Shiyao sighed, "Now it seems that Yun'er is afraid that she will have to suffer in the future." ”

"You're overthinking." Wu Jie finished reading the text description under the photo, smiled, and said, "I think that Hanzhi's move has another deep meaning." ”

"Oh?" After listening to Wu Jie's words, Huang Shiyao calmed down, turned his head to look at him and asked, "You mean, this woman is also the same as the Fu family's one, and it was given to him by the locals?" ”

"It's not necessarily a hard stopper. The bride is the daughter of a local noble family, known as the princess of the grassland, and in terms of identity, she may not lose to the mainland socialite. Wu Jie said, put down the newspaper, and handed a document in his hand to Huang Shiyao, "If you want to have a good relationship with the local tribe, marriage is the best way." ”

"He got another home there, did he want to stay there for a long time?" Huang Shiyao blew his beard and took the document. Although he felt that Wu Jie's words were reasonable, he still couldn't let go of it in his heart.

"I think the 'New Frontier' railway construction plan he made should be able to solve your doubts." Wu Jie said with a smile.

Huang Shiyao opened the document and looked at it a few times, and his face immediately became solemn.

"He wants to build a railway in the Kazakh steppe, and connect all the railways that the Russians did not finish?!" Huang Shiyao said, raising his head to look at Wu Jie, "I see, ...... so"

Wu Jie smiled and nodded.

"Now that the construction project of the national railway network is only half completed, and the railway on the Mongolian side is also going to be repaired, he actually wants to build a railway in the Kazakh steppe with ingenuity, a rake in the east and a broom in the west, such a big stall, he wants to tire my old bones, right?" Although Huang Shiyao's words were filled with anger, Wu Jie could still hear that he still praised his son-in-law for being so ambitious, but he had some objections to his way of doing things.

"The Kazakh tribes have not been separated from Russia for a long time, and their places are too far away from China mainland, transportation is inconvenient, and there are few local garrisons, so once something happens, there is no time to react." Wu Jie said, "And the railway is the first of a country's transportation, like the veins of human vessels, if the railway can be built there, then Kazakhstan, Xinjiang Province, Qinghai and other places and the interior will be united, if the Russians make a comeback, then our army can use the railway to come and confront it." In the past, when the Russians built the Trans-Siberian Railway, they also built the Central Asian Railway for infiltration, which is also a reason. ”

"That's right." Huang Shiyao's color was a little pale, he put down the railway construction plan in his hand, smiled, and said, "This time, for the sake of this railway, I will spare him." ”

"Han Zhi is young, his blood is strong, this time he has traveled thousands of miles, and he has no wife by his side, it is also common sense to have such things." Wu Jie said with a smile, "Nowadays, it is common for wives and concubines to have groups, after all, compared to those who indulge in lust and indulge in extravagant money, Hanzhi is much stronger. ”

"You don't have to say nice things for him." Huang Shiyao smiled, grabbed the newspaper again, looked at Yang Shuoming with a happy smile on his face on the photo, and said, "I'll put the words here now, there will definitely be more and more such things in the future." His women will never be just these few. ”

(To be continued)