The personal security of the beautiful president

"Impossible, you are taking advantage of me." Zhao Xiaolan roared with all her might.

But then she shut up.

Why, the reason is very simple, it turned out that Ding Zhe's thumb was attached to her throat and moved down the trachea little by little.

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

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

After recovering her ability to move, Zhao Xiaolan was not a fuel-efficient lamp, so she swung her pink fist and threw it at Ding Zhe.

That fist speed is quite fast.

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

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he grabbed her pink fist, and then pressed it directly on top of her head.

what?

There is another one.

He also grabbed them casually, and they were pressed together on the top of the head.

There are also two long white legs.

Easy to handle, gently press with your thigh.

Now it's all over, Zhao Xiaolan's two hands are pressed there like a vice by Ding Zhe's big hand, forming a very humiliating and unusual posture.

Especially the curve, as if inflated.

And this is the time to die.

There was a sudden knock on the office door.

Immediately after, a male employee from the personnel team came in: "Mr. Zhao, uh."

The male employee was immediately stunned.

There is no way, the posture between Zhao Xiaolan and Ding Zhe is simply too strange.

It gave people the feeling that Ding Zhe was doing that with Zhao Xiaolan.

"You, what is this?" The male employee stood there very dull.

"Wang Bin, get out for me." Zhao Xiaolan was taken aback for a moment, then roared out.

"Uh, yes, excuse me, you continue." Wang Bin hurriedly nodded and retreated, and then locked the door.

After leaving Zhao Xiaolan's office, Wang Bin stood there, staring straight at the ceiling.

The images of the little security guard Ding Zhe half-pressing on the body of the personnel minister Zhao Xiaolan filled his mind, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

After a long time, he breathed out a sigh of relief and said to himself: "To have sex with Minister Zhao in the room in broad daylight, Brother 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 treat Ding Zhe differently.

Here, Zhao Xiaolan saw that she was no match for Ding Zhe in terms of strength, so she stopped talking in humiliation, tears were about to fall again.

This smelly security guard is too bad.

He actually belittled himself in front of his subordinates.

If you want to restore your ability to move, you must make him look good.

At this moment, Ding Zhe stretched out his hand again.

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

It's a pity that under Ding Zhe's suppression, he couldn't move at all.

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

The cool feeling reappeared.

So back and forth, a total of three times.

Immediately, Ding Zhe let go of Zhao Xiaolan.

After Zhao Xiaolan, who was released here, was freed, a carp stood up from the ground, turned around and clenched his fists to perform a martial arts with Ding Zhe: "I will fight with you, bastard."

Who knew that Ding Zhe picked up a pill that had been discarded on the ground and said, "This kind of medicine can only hurt the liver and kidneys. The most important thing is that it will cause hair loss after using it for a long time."

call!

Zhao Xiaolan's fist stopped at Ding Zhe's face, and she stared at him with complicated expressions in her eyes.

She knows that asthma medicine can damage the liver and kidneys, and hair loss after taking it for 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.

Can't help but think of the finger that Ding Zhe pressed all the way down his throat just now.

Immediately, Zhao Xiaolan said doubtfully, "You can really heal?"

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

"Huh?" Zhao Xiaolan took a breath, and then realized that there was nothing wrong with her, so she asked, "Am I completely cured?"

"It's early, that's where it's at. You're an external evil invading from the nasal cavity into the throat and into the trachea. It didn't happen overnight." Ding Zhe shook his head and said, "Also. You can't wear tight clothes anymore. Clothes, this kind of suppression will cause poor blood flow and difficulty in breathing, not only you will suffer, but maybe my son and I will also suffer."

"Why is your son suffering?" Zhao Xiaolan was bewildered.

"You are restricted here, which will affect development, and will cause my son's eating and drinking to be restricted, of course he will suffer." Ding Zhe shook his head: "As for me, my son is unhappy, so of course I am unhappy."

"Bastard, you took advantage of me and I tore you up." Zhao Xiaolan wanted to fight Ding Zhe again.

Unexpectedly, Ding Zhe asked suddenly: "Do you still want to be completely cured? Do you want to take that kind of medicine for a lifetime?"

call!

Zhao Xiaolan's fist stopped at Ding Zhe's face for the second time, but her eyes scanned back and forth between the small pills on the ground and Ding Zhe, and finally, like a deflated ball, she sighed and said, "What next? treat?"

"I still need to massage at least ten times. The technique is similar to the one just now, maybe a little more thorough. It is best not to wear clothes on the upper body, so as to ensure the effect."

"You!" Zhao Xiaolan's cheeks were so rosy that she was about to ooze honey juice. She looked Ding Zhe up and down, weighing in her heart whether this smelly security guard was taking advantage of her or could really cure her disease.

"I don't care about it anymore, it's thankless." Ding Zhe got up: "You can go and take some kind of medicine that hurts the liver and kidneys. After taking it for five, seven or eight years, all your hair will fall out. It's none of my business." .”

After speaking, Ding Zhe turned and walked outside.

"Stop." Zhao Xiaolan broke down completely, she called Ding Zhe to stop.

"What are you doing, Minister Zhao?" Ding Zhe turned to look at Zhao Xiaolan.

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

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

Only then did the latter realize that the buttons of his T-shirt were still open.

Although there is a barrier of underwear, it is still a bit erotic.

At that moment, she hurriedly lowered her head and fastened the buttons of her clothes.

However, he did not button the outer uniform, because the uniform is very tight, as Ding Zhe said, it is easy to suppress the blood, which will lead to shortness of breath.

After doing all this, Zhao Xiaolan raised her head to look at Ding Zhe and asked, "Well, what do you want to help me treat?"

"First, this kind of treatment is a waste of my skills." Ding Zhe said that word very prominently: "So, I have to charge a certain fee for each treatment."

"Okay, okay, how much do you want." Zhao Xiaolan replied a little speechlessly.

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

"Five thousand." Ding Zhe nodded.