Personal Security Of The Beautiful President

"Impossible, you took the opportunity to take advantage of me." Zhao Xiaolan roared with all his strength.

However, she shut up immediately.

Why? The reason is very simple. It turned out that the thumb that accompanied Ding Zhe was placed in her throat and moved down the trachea a little bit.

She actually felt a coolness, from top to bottom, straight to the lungs.

However, Zhao Xiaolan, who had become stiff due to poor breathing, regained his vitality in an instant.

After regaining the ability to move, Zhao Xiaolan was not a fuel-efficient lamp. She slammed Ding Zhe without shaking her fist.

That punch speed is quite fast.

It's just a pity, who is Ding Zhe?

This did not reach out and grabbed her pink fist, and then directly pressed on the top of the head.

What?

There is another one.

He also grabbed it with his hands, and was pressed together on the top of his head.

There are also two long white legs.

Easy to handle, lightly press with your thigh.

It's all right now. Zhao Xiaolan's two hands were pressed by Ding Zhe's big hand like a vise, forming a very humiliating and unusual posture.

Especially the curve, as if it was inflated.

And it's this time to die.

The door of the office was knocked suddenly.

A male employee from the personnel team walked in: "Director Zhao, uh."

The male employee was shocked immediately.

No way, now the posture between Zhao Xiaolan and Ding Zhe is simply too strange.

It feels like Ding Zhe is doing that with Zhao Xiaolan.

"You guys, is this?" The male employee stood there dumbly.

"Wang Bin, let me go out." Zhao Xiaolan was taken aback, and then roared out.

"Uh, yes, I'm sorry, you guys continue." Wang Bin nodded hurriedly and backed away, then locked the door behind him.

After leaving Zhao Xiaolan's office, where Wang Bin was standing, he stared straight at the ceiling.

There was a picture of the security guard Ding Zhe half-pressing on the head of Personnel Zhao Xiaolan in his mind, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

It took a long time for him to take a breath and mutter to himself: "It turned out that I was in the room with Minister Zhao in broad daylight. Ding is so awesome."

Originally, Ding Zhe had no status in the company, and Wang Bin looked down on him.

However, now Wang Bin feels that he should take a different look at Ding Zhe.

Here, Zhao Xiaolan saw that the power was no better than Ding Zhe, so she was very humiliating and started to cry again.

This smelly security guard is too bad.

Even in front of his subordinates, he was frivolous.

If you want to restore your ability to act, you must look good.

At this time, Ding Zhe's hand stretched out again.

"What are you doing? Let go of me." After speaking, the body moved vigorously.

It's a pity that under Ding Zhe's suppression, there was no move.

"Don't move, there's still some finishing work." Ding Zhe stretched out his thumb and pressed Zhao Xiaolan's throat down again.

The feeling of cooling reappeared.

Repeated this way, a total of three times.

Immediately, Ding Zhe let go of Zhao Xiaolan.

After Zhao Xiaolan, who was released from here, got his freedom, a carp fish stood up from the ground, turned around and clenched his small fist, and was about to perform a full martial arts trip with Ding Zhe: "The bastard and the old lady are fighting with you."

Knowing that Ding Zhe picked up a pill that was discarded on the ground and said: "This kind of medicine hurts the liver and kidneys. The most important thing is that it loses hair after a long time."

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Zhao Xiaolan's fist stayed at the door of Ding Zhe, staring at him, with complex expressions in her eyes.

Asthma medicine hurts the liver and kidneys, she knows about hair loss after a long time.

But there is no way, compared with her life, she can only accept these side effects.

However, at this moment, she felt the smooth breathing in her chest, as well as the cool feeling.

I couldn't help but remember the finger that Ding Zhe had pressed all the way down his throat just now.

Immediately, Zhao Xiaolan said suspiciously: "Can you really treat?"

"Can you treat yourself to feel it." Ding Zhe turned and walked over and sat on Zhao Xiaolan's office chair.

"Huh?" Zhao Xiaolan took a breath, and then realized that she was indeed okay, and asked: "Am I completely cured?"

"Morning, where is this? You are an external evil invasion, from the nose into the throat, into the trachea, it is not an overnight thing." Ding Zhe shook his head and said: "Also. You can't wear tight-fitting clothes. If you wear clothes, this kind of suppression will cause blood circulation and breathing difficulties. Not only will you suffer, but maybe my son and I will suffer too."

"Why does your son suffer?" Zhao Xiaolan looked dazed.

"If you are restricted here, it will affect development, and it will cause my son to be restricted in eating and drinking. Of course he will suffer." Ding Zhe shook his head: "As for me, my son is not happy, of course I am not happy."

"Asshole, you took advantage of me and I tore you." Zhao Xiaolan wanted to pk with Ding Zhe again.

I don't know, but Ding Zhe suddenly asked: "Do you still want to be completely cured? Do you want to take that kind of medicine for a lifetime?"

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Zhao Xiaolan’s fist stopped at Ding Zhe’s front door for the second time, but his eyes were scanned back and forth between the small pill on the ground and Ding Zhe. Finally, like a flat ball, she sighed, “What’s next? treatment?"

"You still need to massage at least ten times. The technique is the same as just now, maybe more thorough. It's best not to wear clothes on the upper body, so that the effect can be guaranteed."

"You!" Zhao Xiaolan's ruddy cheeks came out of honey. She looked up and down Ding Zhe, weighing in her heart whether this stinky security guard was taking advantage of her or was it really able to cure her disease.

"I don't care anymore. I'm not thankful." Ding Zhe got up: "You can take any medicine that hurts the liver and kidneys. After taking it for five or seven or eight years, the hair fell out. What's my business? ."

Ding Zhe turned and walked outside.

"Stop." Zhao Xiaolan collapsed completely, and she stopped Ding Zhe.

"Why, Minister Zhao Da." Ding Zhe turned and looked at Zhao Xiaolan.

"How can you treat me?" Zhao Xiaolan asked strangely.

"That's right." Ding Zhe turned and walked to Zhao Xiaolan's side, staring at her chest.

The latter realized that his T-shirt button was still open.

Although it is blocked by underwear, it is still a bit erotic.

She hurriedly bowed her head to fasten her clothes button.

However, there is no uniform button on the outside, because the uniform is very tight, as Ding Zhe said, it is easy to suppress the blood, which will cause breathing difficulties.

After doing all this, Zhao Xiaolan raised her head and looked at Ding Zhe and asked, "Well, how can you be willing to treat me."

"First, my type of treatment is a waste of my skills." Ding Zhe put it very prominently: "Therefore, I have to charge a certain fee for each treatment."

"All right, all right, how much do you want." Zhao Xiaolan replied somewhat silently.

Although she felt that this guy was a little shameless, but because of her illness, she endured it.

"Five thousand." Ding Zhe nodded.

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