Rebirth of My Secretary's Life

Chapter 228 Punishment of impulsiveness (crying for votes)

After the drunkenness subsided, Zhai Defa became a little sober, and the fearlessness he had just had disappeared. Worry and anger kept flashing, and just when he was hesitant, Liu Yanhong came to him with a few steps.

On the body, he said bitterly: "Zhai Defa, get out of here quickly, I can divorce your brother tomorrow, let's see what your Zhai family can do to me!"

It seems that this woman was forced to panic, and the ferocity in her heart was aroused. This roar made Zhai Defa take a few steps back involuntarily. Liu Yanhong's words frightened him! He knew that his brother

I love this woman so much. If I get divorced because of this, it may be extremely uncomfortable for my brother.

Just when he was hesitating, Huzi had already ran over, grabbed his hand and said: "Brother Defa, we are just leaving, why are we still afraid of them?! Now let's drag the two of them to the street. Anyway, they

It’s no longer shameful, let’s let this pair of adulterers parade around the county town, so that everyone can see what a dog-looking propaganda minister looks like naked.”

Huzi's threat almost made Wu Zehui fall to the ground. Once such embarrassing things were spread, Wu Zehui would no longer have to hang out in the official circles of Lubei County. No, it should be said that he would not be around in the entire Hongyu City.

A place of refuge.

The Minister of Propaganda and a married man were paraded through the streets for their misbehavior. That would definitely be a good propaganda material. If the paparazzi reporters from those small newspapers broke the news again, the problem would be serious. Your own popularity would almost be destroyed.

It's skyrocketing with geometric coefficients.

If he was dismissed from office, Wu Zehui would not be so naive as to think that this woman would still follow him wholeheartedly, and his other little lovers would probably fall apart and leave him.

Seeing Zhai Defa's face changing color, Wu Zehui turned bright red and knelt down with a plop: "Brother, big brother, please spare us this time. We didn't do it on purpose this time..."

"On purpose?" When the dignified propaganda minister knelt down in front of him, the hesitation in Zhai Defa's heart disappeared without a trace. When he looked at Wu Zehui again, it was like looking at a little kid wandering the street.

Three children are average.

"No, it's not like that. I said something wrong. Brother, as long as you don't pursue this matter, if you have any requests, just ask them. Just ask them, okay?" Wu Zehui looked at Zhai Defa, his voice full of pleading.

As a policeman, Zhai Defa has a very good psychological quality. After he reacted, he pondered for a moment and said: "First write a guarantee on this matter, then put your fingerprints on it, and also explain why you are messing with this woman.

Write down what happened.”

Write a guarantee? Wu Zehui knows in his heart that once this shit is written in black and white, it will be equivalent to putting his life in the hands of others. However, if he refuses to write it, he probably will not be able to pass this test today.

Got it!

"Can I write this guarantee?" Liu Yanhong still wanted to keep Wu Zehui. She looked up at Zhai Defa and shed tears.

"You write? Is your writing useless? Wu Zehui, do you want to write now or not? If not, come with us now!"

When Wu Zehui saw Zhai Defa walking over quickly, he was frightened. He stepped forward and took Zhai Defa's hand, begging for mercy: "I'll write, can't I just write?"

Holding a pen is like weighing a thousand dollars. As the Propaganda Minister, Wu Zehui also has a special pen. Trains are not pushed, and cowhide is not blown. If he, the Propaganda Minister, is more serious and sinks his heart, then

It would not be a problem to come up with a good newsletter. But at this time, what he wrote down word by word was a ***.

"Liu Yanhong and I...", watching the deflated square characters flow out from his pen, Wu Zehui felt an unspeakable humiliation in his heart. He hated that thing in his crotch, why did he insist on looking for it today?

What about having fun? It’s better now. The sky is not working, and the earth is not responding. I wish the whole county would become blind, deaf, and mute!

After finally finishing one page, Wu Zehui finally finished a letter. At the end of the letter, he swore that he would never associate with Liu Yanhong again, and promised to help Zhai Defa get promoted and give ten years to his brother Zhai Defa.

The mental compensation of 10,000 yuan will be paid in full within one month.

After taking the email, Zhai Defa glanced through it briefly and put the email in his pocket.

Wu Zehui finished writing *** naked, he was frightened and shivering with cold, and his teeth chattered: "Brother Defa, do you think I can leave now?"

Zhai Defa looked at Wu Zehui, who was almost shaking into a ball, with a mocking smile on his face, and asked jokingly: "Minister Wu, are you very cold?"

"Yes, it's very cold!" It was already early spring, and the heating in the hotel had already stopped. After some strenuous exercise, Wu Zehui sneezed several times and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Leng, let me let you exercise, brother." Zhai Defa, whose anger rose again, suddenly pulled out his belt, aimed at Wu Zehui's bare butt and whipped it hard.

"Pa bang bang..."

Zhai Defa's belt was specially made. When it was swung, it was like a whip. When the whip was struck, it left a deep mark on Wu Zehui's buttocks. Wu Zehui opened his mouth to shout in pain, but

Before his mouth could open, Huzi, who was standing aside taking photos, stuffed it with Liu Yanhong's vagina.

More than a hundred lashes were applied in three minutes, mercilessly hitting Wu Zehui's buttocks. Wu Zehui, who had just finished unleashing his power, wanted to kill everyone. After Zhai Defa let out a hearty and dripping vent, the two of them left the Fenglin Hotel.

"Ouch, ouch." Wu Zehui, who finally regained the ability to speak with his tongue, felt like he was about to fall apart. He wanted to rub himself on the bed, but a pain hit him. Minister Wu felt like his body was about to fall apart.

He was beaten back by a big wooden stick and split open by a sharp knife. He fell down, and the ground was full of sharp thorns. An indescribable pain surrounded him.

"Boy, I will kill you!"

Wu Zehui looked at the closed door and gritted his teeth fiercely. His small eyes flashed with a hint of ferocity, like a wild beast about to go crazy.

After finally squinting his eyes, it was already bright. After Wu Zehui impatiently pushed Liu Yanhong away, he fell into deep thought. After seven o'clock in the morning, he tidied up in front of the mirror for a long time before leaving the hotel.

He came out and walked towards the county party committee compound.

Back in the office, Wu Zehui was still respected and loved by the office staff. However, facing these fawning faces, Wu Zehui felt very uncomfortable in his heart, as if the smiling faces were all silent ridicule.

generally.

His buttocks were swollen from being slapped by the belt, and even the slightest movement would cause friction and heat. This kind of heart-pounding pain was unbearable for him, but that was not the most important thing. What embarrassed him the most was the pain on his face.

That punch.

"Minister Wu, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Xiaoming, the director of the office, was Wu Zehui's confidant and had always respected Wu Zehui like an emperor. At this time, he saw Wu Zehui's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and he asked with concern.

Regarding this issue, Wu Zehui was so angry that he lost his temper with the usually gentle and gentle office director. He gave him a cold look and asked in a face-to-face manner: "I was drunk last night and fell down on the way home.

,Why, do I need to report this to you?"

The director of the office was a man of talent. When he heard Minister Wu's tone, he knew that he was being flattered. He didn't dare to say anything more at the moment, so he had to apologize and said: "Minister Wu, this is what we have to deal with today.

, please take a look."

Although Wu Zehui didn't have the intention to deal with the documents, he still pretended to take them and looked at them. He saw that the first article was a promotional material about how Lubei County could develop together with Anyi City based on its local regional advantages. In this material,

The one who was mentioned the most was naturally Wang Zijun.

Wang Zijun, when he saw these three words, Wu Zehui was not angry at all. He raised the material in his hand and said: "The intention of this thing is good, but the writing is a bit too one-sided. Anlu Highway, then

It is the result of the collective wisdom of the county party committee and county government, and the joint efforts of the entire county party committee team. As the mouthpiece of the party, how can the propaganda department make generalizations and ignore the role of the collective?"

Office Director Zhang Xiaoming stood there obediently, listening carefully to Lao Yi's instructions, nodding his head frequently, thinking that there were rumors outside that Wu Lao Yi and Wang *** were not in good terms, and it seemed that this was true.

You will have to keep a certain distance from Wang Zijun in the future.

As the office director left, Wu Zehui's office calmed down. He stood for a long time and unconsciously sat down on the soft sofa chair.

"Ah..." An exclamation came out of his mouth, and Wu Zehui jumped up from the sofa as if his tail was caught in a mousetrap.

"Zhai Defa, I'm not done with you!" Wu Zehui said bitterly.

One morning was simply inhuman torture for Wu Zehui. He didn't want to walk and couldn't sit down. He really wanted to go to the hospital, but the outpatient clinic was full of his acquaintances. He was the propaganda minister, so he went there.

How do you explain the injury on your butt? It’s so embarrassing!

Holding back the pain in his body, Wu Zehui stood in the office all morning, so much so that the office director who came into his office eight times was a little confused. He secretly wondered what kind of kung fu Wu Laoyi was obsessed with recently and why he needed to practice standing postures.

Woolen cloth?

"Minister Wu, Mr. Sun from Qingwaling wants to treat you to dinner at noon. He has arranged it in Turtle Village. Do you think I should let him prepare it well?" Zhang Xiaoming, the office director, ran carefully when the meal was about to arrive.

Come over and ask Wu Zehui for instructions almost as if to please.