Personal Security Of The Beautiful President

It turned out that at this moment, Zhao Xiaolan was lying dying on the chair in the abandoned office.

Although also wearing work clothes.

But it can be seen that there are scars hidden under Zhao Xiaolan's neck.

Not only that, look at her pale face and rapid breathing.

Obviously it will not work.

"My grass, what's the situation?" Ding Zhe walked over and grabbed Zhao Xiaolan's slender wrist to get her pulse.

Immediately he discovered that not only did Zhao Xiaolan’s asthma worsen after not seeing her for a day, but also the pulse condition showed that Zhao Xiaolan had lost too much blood.

Gently tore open the clothes on Zhao Xiaolan's chest, and after looking at it, she found that there were actually scars on her snow-white skin, which was like fat.

Someone seems to have hit it.

"What's the matter?" Ding Zhe was a little dazed.

Ding Zhe's actions alarmed Zhao Xiaolan.

She slowly opened her eyes, glanced at Ding Zhe weakly, and then said nervously: "Help, help me..."

After speaking, he grinned again.

Obviously, her words have affected her wounds again.

Next, Zhao Xiaolan pointed to the side of the desk again.

Where is a black pocket.

Ding Zhe picked it up and saw that it was filled with medicine and gauze for treating wounds.

"I said Minister Zhao, what are you doing? You hurt yourself. Did you hit someone or were you beaten?" Ding Zhe asked.

"Don't, don't ask." Zhao Xiaolan picked up the phone with difficulty and transferred 6,000 yuan to Ding Zhe: "Help me..."

"Oh, yes, it depends on the money." Ding Zhe received the money, and then said: "It's just that this time you may really have to take off your clothes. What about that, Minister Zhao, you know I'm not going to molest You."

"Thanks, thanks..." Zhao Xiaolan looked at Ding Zhe weakly, but her cheeks were red.

Lying there at the same time.

Ding Zhe shook his head, then gently unbuttoned Zhao Xiaolan's clothes to help her take off the work clothes.

He unbuttoned his shirt again, revealing the clothes inside.

Almost at the same time, Ding Zhe saw that the bald, extremely sexy, Zhao Xiaolan had several scars on her shoulder.

These scars are all caused by blunt instruments. Although not fatal, it is terrible.

"What's the matter?"

Ding Zhe first helped Zhao Xiaolan to sort out his breathing by treating asthma.

Soon, Zhao Xiaolan's asthma that had been aggravated was almost sorted out by Ding Zhe.

Immediately there was a more headache red injury.

"Then what, Minister Zhao." Ding Zhe scratched his head: "Could you tell me where there is any injury on my body? I may have to take off your clothes."

"Shoulders, backs, and thighs are all there." Zhao Xiaolan looked at Ding Zhe weakly. As her breathing had recovered, she gasped gently, her chest rising and falling fiercely: "Take it off, just, just, can you be like I closed my eyes last time."

There is no way, if all these injuries are bandaged, wouldn't it be almost half-naked in front of Ding Zhe.

I feel ashamed to think about it.

Ding Zhe frowned, picked up the black pocket from the ground, took a look, then shook his head and said to Zhao Xiaolan: "Minister Zhao, do you think I can find the wound on your body with my eyes closed?"

"Hey, all right, all right." Zhao Xiaolan was about to cry.

There is no way, because she has lost too much blood, she is now weak, except for Ding Zhe, no one else can be found.

So I had to agree.

But here, Ding Zhe walked over, gently supported Zhao Xiaolan to do it, and then took off her clothes one by one.

After a while, Zhao Xiaolan was the same as when he saw two wives in Lin Aolei's room last night.

only.

What Ding Zhe could not think of was.

Zhao Xiaolan's underwear turned out to be a super sexy style.

Look at that snow-white and beautiful.

Ding Zhe's eyes were straight.

"Director Zhao, you have a good inner show, this kind of clothes, cough cough cough..." Ding Zhe felt that his nostrils were hot.

"You, you, can you not watch it." Zhao Xiaolan looked at Ding Zhe weakly: "Hurry up and help me."

"You said it's all like this, can I not watch it?" Ding Zhe said.

"You, you..." Zhao Xiaolan was about to cry.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'll just help you." Ding Zhe scanned Zhao Xiaolan's body.

Sure enough, I found that there were bruises on the two snow-white beautiful legs.

Simply, Zhao Xiaolan had practiced and knew what part of the opponent would use to greet him when he hits with a blunt weapon.

"Hey, you said you are a beauty, why do you fight and kill."

Ding Zhe shook his head, then picked up the gauze to help Zhao Xiaolan deal with the wound.

After finishing the work, he helped Zhao Xiaolan get dressed.

During this period, it is inevitable to touch Zhao Xiaolan's skin.

Although it is separated from the clothes, it is also very charming.

Not only made Zhao Xiaolan's cheeks blush, but Ding Zhe was also sweating profusely.

After finally getting everything done, the lunch break is about to end.

Ding Zhe was about to leave, but immediately saw Zhao Xiaolan still lying there, as if unable to move.

Immediately, Ding Zhe understood.

Zhao Xiaolan lost too much blood.

"I really owe you." Ding Zhe walked over and pulled out a wallpaper knife from Zhao Xiaolan's black plastic pocket.

Then he swipes lightly on his wrist.

A wound appeared, and bright red blood flowed out.

Immediately, Ding Zhe aimed his wound at Zhao Xiaolan's mouth.

"What are you doing?" Zhao Xiaolan stared at Ding Zhe with wide eyes.

"Be obedient, open your mouth." Ding Zhe said fiercely to Zhao Xiaolan.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

"It's done." Ding Zhe saw that his wound had healed, and then put Zhao Xiaolan down: "You will be fine in a while."

After speaking, he turned and walked out of the abandoned office.

And Zhao Xiaolan looked at Ding Zhe's back, and whispered with great gratitude: "Thank you..."

It's just a pity that Ding Zhe didn't hear it.

When Ding Zhe returned to the security guard post, Zhao Gang and the others hadn't come back yet.

However, Wang Xiaopang and Wang Bin were sitting in the security guard booth, staring at a plastic timer in front of them with big eyes and small eyes.

"I'm grass, one and a half hours, Ding Ge is mighty." Wang Bin's eyes widened.

"No, a real macho." Wang Xiaopang also looked envious.

"You said, can we still see Minister Zhao in the afternoon?" Wang Bin asked.

"It should be possible, but I guess she must have trouble walking." Wang Xiaopang said: "With Ding's super firepower, no one can stand it."

"Awesome!"

While the two people were talking, Ding Zhe opened the door and walked in. After looking at the two people, he immediately asked, "Have you brought me food."

"Here, Brother Ding." Wang Xiaopang hurriedly pushed the lunch box to Ding Zhe: "Knowing that you consume a lot, I specially gave you Sixi meatballs and braised pork."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Ding Zhe with more ambiguous and enviable eyes.

"My wife is really hungry." Ding Zhe felt that he was more tired than a fight, and grabbed the lunch box and gobbled it up.

While Wang Xiaopang and Wang Bin looked at Ding Zhe eating while looking at each other, their eyes were full of envy.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Wang Bin glanced outside the security guard box abruptly, and then saw Zhao Xiaolan walking over with a bag of nutritional products, twisting and twisting.

Looking at the walking posture, it is obvious that the legs and feet are unsatisfactory...

When Wang Xiaopang and Wang Bin saw them, they immediately turned around to look at Ding Zhe as if they had discovered a new world.

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