Mixed small peasants

"Little Ma, you're back!" Zhuang Zhongxin wanted to step forward to open the door for Ma Xiaole, but his identity told him that he couldn't do this, not to mention losing his status, and he was afraid of losing his life.

"Here you are, Secretary Zhuang, what are you doing?" Ma Xiaole asked Zhuang Zhongxin after getting out of the car.

Seeing Ma Xiaole come down empty-handed, Zhuang Zhongxin was very disappointed, "Little Ma, you said you went back to get the dog whip wine, where is it?"

This question made Ma Xiaole a little flustered, and he couldn't let Zhuang Zhongxin see that he was being fooled. Fortunately, Hu Aiying boiled a bag of eggs for him when he came, "It's in the car, it's wrapped in a bag!" Ma Xiaole He took out the cloth bag from the car, "Secretary Zhuang, there is another saying here, you put it down and then take it out after you get to my dormitory.

Zhuang Zhongxin has placed great hopes on Ma Xiaole's dog whip wine, so it is inevitable to have some blind faith, "Okay, you go to the dormitory as soon as possible, and find me in the office when you are done!"

Ma Xiaole hurriedly ran, through the front yard, through the arch, obliquely across the vegetable garden, into the dormitory, and took out the half bottle of dog whip wine from the cabinet.

No vials.

Ma Xiaole turned around in a hurry. In a hurry, she remembered that there was a small bottle of cough syrup in the drawer. She opened the lid and poured it out.

Everything was ready, Ma Xiaole straightened her clothes and walked to the office building.After walking a few steps, Ma Xiaole felt that she had to play tricks on Zhuang Zhongxin, otherwise the sullenness she had before would have nowhere to vent, and she panicked.

When passing the arch, Ma Xiaole turned into the pavilion, sat on the stone bench and smoked a cigarette, thinking hard.

In less than 5 minutes, Ma Xiaole stood up with a smile, patted his buttocks and strode towards the office building.

"Secretary Zhuang, everything is ready here." Ma Xiaole said with a smile as soon as he entered Zhuang Zhongxin's office, "Whether you can succeed or not is entirely up to Secretary Zhuang!"

"Look at me?" Zhuang Zhongxin frowned and stood up from his seat, "What can I do?"

"My father said that there is a mystery in this wine, and it won't work without some rituals." Ma Xiaole said suspiciously, "I think it's a little unreliable, but according to what my father said, it doesn't seem to be the case. Just kidding. Secretary Zhuang, think about it, there is only so little left, if something goes wrong, there is no way out!"

"That's impossible!" Zhuang Zhongxin waved his hands again and again, "Little Ma, what do you want?"

"French style!" Ma Xiaole said firmly.

"Faji?" Zhuang Zhongxin was surprised, "Do you still want to invite Mr.?"

"No need!" Ma Xiaole said very calmly, "I can do it. Whoever takes this wine can bend down and complete the French. It's very easy."

"Success!" Zhuang Zhongxin clenched his fists, "You must do well, and don't miss the opportunity."

"Trust me!" Ma Xiaole led the way and led Zhuang Zhongxin into his office, "Secretary Zhuang, lock the door behind you."

Zhuang Zhongxin nodded.

"Is there any rope?" Ma Xiaole asked.

Zhuang Zhongxin scratched his head, and took out a ball of cotton rope from the desk drawer, "This is used to bind cotton at home, is it good?"

"Yes!" Ma Xiaole took the rope and looked around the office. There was nothing useful except a coffee table. Get up."

"It's okay, no matter how big the grievance is!" Zhuang Zhongxin had already entered the sacred mood, "Come on, I can take it!"

Ma Xiaole held back her laughter, straightened the coffee table upright, turned her head and said solemnly to Zhuang: "Secretary Zhuang, take off your clothes."

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

"Yes, naked!" Ma Xiaole began to straighten the rope, "Secretary Zhuang, don't hesitate. This procedure must be sincere and neat. If you falter, it will affect the effect."

Having reached this point, Zhuang Zhongxin didn't have any ideas, and without saying a word, he threw away all the clothes, not even keeping a pair of briefs. "Little Ma, how is it? It's still neat, isn't it?"

"Well, not bad." Ma Xiaole looked at Zhuang Zhongxin's loose belly and felt a little disgusted, "Come here!"

When Zhuang Zhongxin heard the order, he nodded and walked over.

"Back to back with the coffee table." Ma Xiaole said coldly, "Now I am sometimes serious and sometimes laughing, and that is when the Great Immortal leans over, and the French ceremony is about to start. I will not say anything at that time, and I will not do anything. After finishing speaking, he tied Zhuang Zhongxin's hands and feet to the four legs of the tea table.

Ma Xiaole stepped forward to look at the somewhat dazed solemn letter, and trembled all over, as if trembling, rolled his eyes, and muttered, "The spirit of the dog's whip, don't surprise people, hit it gradually." After finishing speaking. , walked to the front of the desk, picked up the teacup, and slammed it into Zhuang Zhongxin's crotch, "Rinse to see the real body!"

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

Seeing that Zhuang Zhongxin was so docile, Ma Xiaole let go of his hands and feet, spit on him for a while, poked his ears with a matchstick, and scratched the soles of his feet with the tip of a pen, making Zhuang Zhongxin snot and tears run down his face. , and swearing at parents and swearing in his mouth.In the end, the ashtray was tied up with a thread, tied to Zhuang Zhongxin's words and dropped.

Finally, Ma Xiaole stood in front of Zhuang Zhongxin, shrugged his shoulders, raised his eyebrows, laughed, and cursed, "I'm fucking with you!" On the stomach of Zhuang Zhongxin.

Zhuang Zhongxin fell down with a "boom" on the coffee table, and finally couldn't help it, and started to cry, "Little Ma, come back, don't let this great god torment you anymore, I can't take it anymore..."

Ma Xiaole acted as if she hadn't heard it, and pinched Zhuang Zhongxin's chin, "Open your mother's stinky mouth, drink your mother's piss!" After speaking, he took out a small bottle of cough syrup, pulled off the cap, and stuffed it. Into Zhuang Zhongxin's mouth, "Drink it, drink it, drink it all!"

Of course, Zhuang Zhongxin would not leave even a single drop.

Enough tossing and scolding, Ma Xiaole felt very comfortable, and felt that the performance was almost done, so she sat down on the ground, shook her head, and raised her head again, "Oh, Secretary Zhuang, why are you like this! Ma Xiaole got up in surprise and untied the rope for Zhuang Zhongxin.

Zhuang Zhongxin yelled, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!", and then he untied the ashtray below and said, "Little Ma, your possessed god doesn't seem to be very friendly, but you have tormented me enough."

"The more ferocious the better!" Ma Xiaole said, "Isn't the ferocious fierce, that means the thing under you will be fierce!"

"It's really good!" Zhuang Zhongxin looked down and fiddled twice, "Get off the horse, there seems to be no movement!"

"How can it be so fast!" Ma Xiaole said, "You rest on the sofa and take a nap, remember, don't lie down and sleep, or there will be a few holes in the leather sofa when you wake up!"

"You, you..." Zhuang Zhongxin put on his clothes and collapsed on the sofa, "Little Ma, if the French ceremony is over, you can go out first."

"Okay, Secretary Zhuang, just wait and see!" Ma Xiaole led the door out.