Volume 1 Township

After the strength of the wine fell, Zhai Defa was also a little sober, and the horizontal strength that he was not afraid of the sky and the earth just now was gone. Worry and anger kept flashing, and just when he hesitated, Liu Yanhong stepped a few steps to him, and said hatefully: "Zhai Defa, you hurry up, I can divorce your brother tomorrow, see what the people of your Zhai family can do to me"

It seems that this nv person was also anxious by bī, and a fierce ìng in his heart was sent out by jī. This roar made Zhai Defa involuntarily take a few steps back, Liu Yanhong's words frightened him, he knew that his brother loved this NV person very much, if he divorced because of this, it might be extremely uncomfortable for his brother.

Just when he hesitated, Huzi had already run over, pulled his hand and said, "Brother Defa, just leave, are we still afraid that they won't succeed?!" Now let's take the two of them to the street, anyway, they are shameless, let's let this pair of jiān husbands yinfù parade the streets in the county seat, and let everyone see what a dog-like propaganda minister naked. ”

Huzi's threat almost made Wu Zehui fall to the ground, once such a humiliating thing spreads, he Wu Zehui will not have to be in the officialdom of Lubei County from now on, no, it should be said that there is no place for him in the entire Hongyi City.

The propaganda minister and the husband of the fù were dragged around the streets, it was definitely a good propaganda material, if it was broken by the paparazzi reporters of those small newspapers, then the problem would be serious, and their popularity would almost increase dramatically in a geometric coefficient.

If he is dismissed from office, Wu Zehui will not be naïve to think that this NV person will follow him with all his heart, and his other little lovers will probably fall apart and leave him.

Looking at Zhai Defa, whose face changed, Wu Zehui blushed and knelt down with a plop: "Big brother, big brother, you have a lot, just spare us this time, we didn't mean to ...... this time"

"Deliberately?" When the dignified propaganda minister knelt down in front of him, the hesitation in Zhai Defa's heart disappeared without a trace, and when he looked at Wu Zehui again, it was like looking at a little deflated San'er on the street.

"No, it's not like that, I said the wrong thing, big brother, as long as you can not pursue this matter, what do you want, just mention it, just mention it?" Wu Zehui looked at Zhai Defa, his voice full of pleading.

As a police officer, Zhai Defa's psychological quality is very strong, and after he reacted, he said for a moment: "You first write a guarantee about this matter, and then press your handprint, and write down why you are messing with this NV person." ”

Write a guarantee? Wu Zehui knew in his heart that once this was written in black and white, it would be equivalent to putting his life in the hands of others, but if he refused to write it, it is estimated that he would not be able to pass this hurdle today

"Do I want to write this promise?" Liu Yanhong still wanted to keep Wu Zehui at this time, she looked up at Zhai Defa, and tears came down.

"You write? Can you write a fart? Wu Zehui, do you write now or not, if you don't write, come with us now"

Wu Zehui saw Zhai Defa walking over quickly, he was scared, stepped forward and grabbed Zhai Defa's hand, and begged for mercy repeatedly: "I write, can't I write?" ”

Holding a pen, it seems to have a thousand pounds of weight, as the Minister of Propaganda, Wu Zehui's pen also has a set, the train is not pushed, the cowhide is not blown, if he, the Minister of Propaganda, is more serious, and his heart sinks, then it will not be a problem for Nòng to come out with a good newsletter. It's just that at this time, what he wrote down word by word was a letter of repentance.

"Liu Yanhong and I ......", looking at the deflated square words flowing out of his pen, Wu Zehui felt an unspeakable humiliation churning in his heart, he hated the thing in his crotch, why did he have to have fun today? Now it's good, so that the heavens are not spiritual, and the earth is not right, and I wish that the people of the whole county would become blind, deaf, and dumb

A page was finally written, Wu Zehui finally put a letter of repentance nòng, and at the end of the letter of repentance, he swore that he would never have anything to do with Liu Yanhong again in the future, and promised to help Zhai Defa be promoted, and give Zhai Defa's brother 100,000 yuan in compensation in full within a month.

After taking the letter of repentance, Zhai Defa roughly browsed it, and put the book of repentance in his pocket.

Wu Zehui finished writing the letter of repentance naked, and he was even frightened, shivering from the cold, and his teeth chattered up and down: "Brother Defa, do you think I can leave now?" ”

Zhai Defa looked at Wu Zehui, who was almost trembling, with a mocking smile on his face, and asked playfully, "Minister Wu, are you very cold?" ”

"Yes, it's cold" It was already the beginning, the heating in the hotel had already stopped, and after some strenuous exercise, Wu Zehui finally couldn't help it after sneezing a few times in a row.

"Cold, then buddy will let you exercise." Zhai Defa, whose anger rose again, suddenly pulled his belt out and aimed it at Wu Zehui's glossy ass and slammed it down.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Zhai Defa's belt, which was specially made, picked up like a leather whip, and when the whip went down, it left a deep mark on Wu Zehui's buttocks. Wu Zehui opened his mouth to shout in this pain, but before his mouth could be opened, he was plugged with a mask by Liu Yanhong, who was standing aside to take pictures.

More than 100 lashes in three minutes, the ruthless ōu was on Wu Zehui's ass, and Wu Zehui, who had just finished his power, wanted to die. After Zhai De vented happily, the two of them left the Fenglin Hotel.

"Oops, oops." Wu Zehui, who finally let his tongue regain the function of speaking, only felt as if he was about to fall apart, and wanted to rub it on the uáng, a pain struck, and Minister Wu only felt that his body seemed to be shrunk by a big wooden bāng, and was split by a sharp knife, and the person fell, and the ground happened to be full of spikes, and an indescribable pain surrounded him.

"Boy, I'll nòng kill you"

Wu Zehui looked at Mén, which had been closed, and gritted his teeth fiercely. His small eyes flashed a hint of hideousness, like a beast about to go crazy.

I finally squinted my eyes, but the sky was already bright. After Wu Zehui impatiently drove Liu Yanhong away, the whole person fell into a deep depression. After seven o'clock in the morning, he cleaned up in the mirror for a long time, and then came out of the hotel and walked towards the compound of the county party committee.

Back in the office, Wu Zehui was still respected and loved by these small staff members in the office. However, in the face of these flattering faces, Wu Zehui felt very uncomfortable in his heart, as if the smiling faces were silently mocking.

The butt was swollen with the strap, and if he walked a little, it would rub and generate heat, and this kind of cone pain was unbearable for him, but it was not the most important thing, the most embarrassing thing for him was the punch he received in the face.

"Minister Wu, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Xiaoming, the director of the office, is Wu Zehui's confidant, and he has always respected Wu Zehui as the emperor.

For this question, Wu Zehui was so angry in his heart that he lost his temper with the office director who had always been kind and drizzly, glanced at him coldly, and asked with a face: "I was drunk last night and fell on the way home, what's the matter, do I have to report to you too?" ”

The director of the office was a person, and when he heard Minister Wu's tone at this time, he knew that the horse's fart had slapped the horse's hooves, and he didn't dare to say more at the moment, so he had to apologize: "Minister Wu, this is something to deal with today, please take a look." ”

Although Wu Zehui didn't have the heart to deal with the documents, he still pretended to take it and read it, and saw that the first article was to write about how Lubei County was based on the local regional advantages and how to develop together with Anyi City.

Wang Zijun, seeing these three words, Wu Zehui's anger didn't come to a place, he raised the material in his hand and said: "This thing is not bad, but it is a bit too one-sided, Anlu Highway, that is the result of the collective wisdom of the county party committee and county government, the result of the joint efforts of the entire county party committee, the Propaganda Department mén, as the mouthpiece of the party, how can it be partial and comprehensive, ignoring the role of the collective?" ”

Zhang Xiaoming, the director of the office, stood there resignedly, listening carefully to the instructions of the old man, nodding his head frequently, and said in his heart that there were rumors outside that the relationship between Wu Laoyi and Secretary Wang was wrong, it seemed that this matter was true, and he would have to keep a certain distance from Wang Zijun in the future.

With the departure of the office director, Wu Zehui's office calmed down, he stood for a long time, and sat down on the soft sofa chair unconsciously.

"Ah......" exclaimed, exhaling from his mouth, Wu Zehui jumped up from the sofa as if he had been caught by a mouse trap by his tail.

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

One morning, it was inhuman torture for Wu Zehui, he didn't want to go, he couldn't sit, he wanted to go to the hospital to see, but the mén diagnosis was all his acquaintances, and he was a propaganda minister, so how could he explain the injury on his buttocks? It's a shame

Enduring the pain in his body, Wu Zehui stood in the office for a morning, so that the office director who had entered his office eight times was a little míuò, secretly wondering what kind of kung fu Wu Laoyi had been doing recently, why did he need to practice his standing posture?

"Minister Wu, Secretary Sun of Qingwaling wants to invite you to dinner at noon, and it is arranged in the soft-shelled turtle village, do you think I will let him prepare well?" When the meal was about to come, Zhang Xiaoming, the director of the office, ran over cautiously and asked Wu Zehui for instructions almost as if he was flattering.