. "Xiaoma, I'm back!" Zhuang Chongxin wanted to step forward and open the car door for Ma Xiaole, but his identity told him that he could not do this. Not only did he lose his share, he was afraid of losing his life.

"Here, Secretary Zhuang, what are you doing?" Ma Xiaole got out of the car and ran to Zhuang Chongxin and asked.

Zhuang Chongxin saw Ma Xiaole coming down empty-handedly, and was very disappointed, "Xiaoma, where did you say you went back to get the dog whip wine?"

Ma Xiaole was a little panicked when asked. He couldn't let Zhuang Chongxin see that he was fooled. Fortunately, when he came, Hu Aiying cooked a bag of eggs and brought him with him. "In the car, it's wrapped in a bag!" Ma Xiaole took out the bag from the car. "Secretary Zhuang, there is another saying here. If you get it down, you can take it out before taking it out. This is called docking. Stay safe and you can't dissipate."

Zhuang Chongxin has already given great hope to Ma Xiaole's dog whip wine, so he will inevitably have some blind faith, "Okay, you can go to the dormitory quickly, and go to the office to find me!"

Ma Xiaole ran away in a hurry, walked through the front yard, passed the arch, crossed the vegetable garden, entered the dormitory, and took out the half bottle of dog whip wine from the cabinet.

No small bottles.

Ma Xiaole was so anxious that he remembered a small bottle of cough syrup in the drawer. He opened the lid and poured it clean, rinsed it with water, and filled a small bottle, probably less than one or two.

Everything was ready, Ma Xiaole tidyed up her clothes and walked towards the office building. After walking a few steps, Ma Xiaole felt that she would tease the solemn letter, otherwise she would have no place to send out the suffocation she had before and would be so suffocating.

When passing the arch, Ma Xiaole turned into the pavilion, sat on the stone bench and smoked cigarettes, and had to think about it carefully.

In less than five minutes, Ma Xiaole stood up with a chuckle, patted her butt and walked towards the office building with great strides.

"Secretary Zhuang, I'm ready here." As soon as Ma Xiaole entered the office of Zhuang Chongxin, he smiled, "Whether it can be successful, it depends entirely on you, Secretary Zhuang!"

"Look at me?" Zhuang Chongxin stood up from his seat with a frown, "What can I do?"

"My father said that there is mystery in this wine, and it won't work without some rituals." Ma Xiaole said with some doubts, "I think that's a bit unreliable, but it doesn't seem like a joke to me, Secretary Zhuang, think about it, that's all that. If something goes wrong, there's nothing left!"

"That's impossible!" Zhuang Chongxin waved his hand repeatedly, "Xiao Ma, what do you think you want to do?"

"French style!" Ma Xiaole said steadily.

"French?" Zhuang Chongxin was surprised, "You still want to ask sir?"

"No!" Ma Xiaole said calmly, "I can do it. Anyone who takes this wine can bend over and finish the French style, which is very easy."

"Finish!" Zhuang Chongxin clenched his fists, "You must do it well, don't miss the opportunity."

"Believe me!" Ma Xiaole led the way in front and brought Zhuang Chongxin into his office. "Secretary Zhuang, lock the door."

Solemn Xin nodded.

"Is there a rope?" Ma Xiaole asked.

Zhuang Chongxin scratched his head and took out a ball of cotton rope from the drawer of the desk. "This is used to bundle cotton in my hometown. Is it good?"

"Yes!" Ma Xiaole took the rope and looked at the office. There was nothing good to use, except for a coffee table. "Secretary Zhuang, I guess you will be wronged in the future, but don't be angry, it's all for you to be able to lift up."

"It's okay, no matter how much grievance is, it's nothing!" Zhuang Chongxin has entered the sacred artistic conception, "Come on, I can bear it!"

Ma Xiaole held back her smile, stood up seriously, turned her head and said to Zhuang Chongxin: "Secretary Zhuang, take off all your clothes."

"Take off naked?" Although Zhuang Chongxin was prepared enough, he was still surprised by Ma Xiaole's request.

"Yes, naked!" Ma Xiaole began to fix the ropes, "Secretary Zhuang, don't hesitate. This French must be sincere and neat. If you are irresistible, it will affect the effect."

It has reached this point, and Zhuang Chongxin has no idea. Without saying a word, he threw away all his clothes and didn't even leave his briefs. "Xiao Ma, how about it, it's still neat, right?"

"Yeah, it's not bad." Ma Xiaole looked at Zhuang Chongxin's belly and felt a little disgusting, "Come here!"

When Zhuang Chongxin heard the command, he nodded and walked over.

"Back to back to back with the coffee table." Ma Xiaole said coldly, "Now I am sometimes serious and sometimes laughing. That's the great immortal leaning over. The French style is about to begin. Nothing is said at that time, and nothing I say is not what I do." After that, he tied Zhuang Chongxin's hands and feet to the four legs of the coffee table.

Ma Xiaole stepped forward and looked at the somewhat stunned Zhuangxin. She trembled all over, as if she was trembling. She turned her eyes and muttered something, "Do not cause trouble for the dog whip, and gradually attack it." After that, she walked to the desk and picked up the teacup, and splashed it into Zhuangxin's crotch, "You can only see your true body when you wash it!"

He looked at Ma Xiaole solemnly, a little scared, but he didn't dare to speak, for fear of disturbing him.

Seeing that Zhuang Chongxin was so obedient, Ma Xiaole simply let go of his hands and feet, spitted on him, poked his ears and eyes with a matchstick, and then used the tip of the pen to pick the soles of his feet, making Zhuang Chongxin cry in his face, and beat his father and swearing. Finally, he tied the ashtray with thread and tied it to Zhuang Chongxin's words and fell.

Finally, Ma Xiaole walked to Zhuang Chongxin and stood still, shrugged his shoulders, raised his eyebrows, chuckled, and cursed, "I'll play your mother's competition!" While cursing, he raised his foot and kicked him hard on Zhuang Chongxin's stomach.

Zhuang Chongxin fell down with a "boom" sound from the coffee table, and finally couldn't help it and started crying, "Xiaoma, come back, don't let this great god make trouble anymore, I can't stand it..."

Ma Xiaole, like he didn't hear it, pinched Zhuang Chongxin's chin, "Open your mother's stinky mouth, drink your mother's pee!" After that, he took out a small bottle of cough syrup, pulled out the lid, and stuffed it into Zhuang Chongxin's mouth, "Drink, drink all!"

Of course, the solemn letter won't leave half of it.

After having been tossing and scolding, Ma Xiaole felt very comfortable. She felt that the performance was almost done, so she sat on the ground, shook her head, and raised her head, "Oh, Secretary Zhuang, why are you like this?" Ma Xiaole got up in surprise and unveiled the rope for Zhuang Chongxin.

Solemn letter "Oh, Oh," cried, untied the ashtray below and said, "Pony, your possessed god doesn't seem to be very friendly, but I've been tossing enough."

"The more fierce the god, the better!" Ma Xiaole said, "Isn't the evil god fierce? That means the thing below you will become fierce!"

"It's really good!" Zhuang Chongxin looked down and fiddled for a few times, "It seems that there is no movement when the horse is dismounted!"

"How can it be that fast!" Ma Xiaole said, "You rest on the sofa and sleep for a short time. Remember, don't lie down and sleep, or you can make sure there are several holes in the leather sofa when you wake up!"

"You, you..." Zhuang Chongxin put on his clothes and fell on the sofa. "Xiao Ma, if the French is over, you can go out first."
Chapter completed!