Volume 15 Chapter 32 God-given Marriage

The feeling of alcohol rubbing on the wound can be imagined. The sharp pain made Zhao Daxi take a few breaths...

Seeing that he was in such pain, Yuko quickly stopped and comforted him with concern: "Hold on it, the alcohol will not become suppurated if it is disinfected."

Zhao Daxi grinned at the pain, and he felt really embarrassed. He was a farmer who only turned over less than half an acre of land. His palms, which were originally quite wide and thick, were bleeding. He was really afraid that this foreign United States would make fun of him. If someone else had to tease him, he would have been teasing him for a long time. However, this quiet and gentle beauty not only did not tease him, but also had a serious expression but treated his wounds carefully.

This oriental beauty is completely different from the women outside, which makes people feel good about her. From this perspective, they can easily see her white and small breasts in her plain clothes, which makes Zhao Daxi feel pain sharply reduced. She looked at her unconsciously for a few more glances before quickly looking away. Yuko's reaction was also very loving, and she tied one more button on the clothes without hesitation, which made people really unable to think of offending her.

Fortunately, someone knocked on the door outside and whispered: "Brother Zhao, Director Wang is here."

Zhao Daxi quickly got up from the bed and went out to the living room to meet Wang Zheng and handle the matter.

That afternoon in Zhaojia Village, Zhao Daxi, Chi Qijie, Wang Zheng, Anxinjie, Yuzi and several others sat in the living room and chatted. There were several people who were not able to beat Bazangzi gathered together. The atmosphere was a bit strange but harmonious, and the topic naturally revolved around Lao Yang who had just been dismissed.

Speaking of Lao Yang, An Xinjie has the most say, and she also said it very pertinently: "It is actually quite unfair to make him a corruption. What's the matter with just tens of millions of dollars in this world? Lao Yang's fault is that he is not smart enough. He wants to look at the backyard of Dongguan City for the Beishan Sect, but he is unwilling to curry favor with Zhang Tian and the others. Who will be dismissed if he doesn't fall?"

Zhao Daxi's eyes darkened when he heard it, and he lowered his head to admit his mistake: "I was the one who harmed him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chi Zhijie frowned and retorted: "What's this? He was hurting himself. If he was really honest, who could harm him?"

Everyone heard the words of echoing, and they knew that the position of Commander Chi, who was honest and honest, was of course different from that of ordinary people. It was really difficult to make a pure soldier like Lao Yang, and he had to give face to the old man. Among the few people, Wang Zheng was the most anxious person. No matter how stupid he was, he should have figured out some of the smell. He should have known that Lao Yang would be the next one after Lao Yang.

Wang Zheng was anxious, and of course his face would not look too good: "What should I do? Lao Yang wouldn't tell nonsense and lead me out, right?"

An Xinjie looked around and asked seriously: "Old Wang, tell the truth, do you have any handles that are pinching his hands?"

Director Wang's face changed again and was obviously a little guilty. After everyone questioned, he told the truth. When he was the chairman of the CPPCC, he had indeed had an interaction with Lao Yang. He helped Lao Yang's incompetent son do a few things. Although it was not a great thing, it would inevitably become a handle for others. After a group of people chatted for a while, Zhao Daxi thought about it, he still gave Lao Wang a reassurance.

Since he made up his mind to protect Lao Wang, he was of course very determined to speak: "You go back first, Lao Wang, I will deal with this matter."

Of course, Wang Zheng was relieved when he saw that he spoke. He thanked him for his gratitude before returning to Beijing as usual.

After seeing off Lao Wang and a few others talked about it, An Xinjie said in one sentence: "From me, Lao Yang and Lao Wang are all pretenses. Their real purpose is to pull you into the water, at least you should let you look at them in front of Vice Premier Jia and Vice Chairman Tan. The ideal result is of course you quit Chinese nationality, and you can become an American nationality or South African nationality, as long as you don't get in the country to their eyes."

Yuko was also thinking seriously, and at this time she became a little bit disgusted: "The next one they have to deal with after Lao Wang is probably Sister Haiyan."

Zhao Daxi's sarcasm was also very likely to think about it. There were too many possibilities waiting for him to analyze it. Just clarifying the interests of it would take some thought.

At night, Zhaojia Village.

Zhao Daxi sat in the study and looked at the latest materials of the Dongguan Yang case. The more he read, the more he felt shocked, so he gave up. This old Yang was indeed self-destructive and did not deserve sympathy. This was also a major case that shocked the whole country. Since he had already been reported and was on TV and was on TV, the possibility of regaining it was no longer great. Zhang Fengshan was a big expert in handling such an iron case, and he would never leave him an opportunity to take advantage of it. This is what Secretary Zhang is best at.

Just now, he rubbed his sore forehead and pushed a cup of shen flower tea. He looked up and saw Yuko's quiet pretty face. Yuko's hair was still wet after taking a shower, and her whole body looked fresher and more elegant.

When Yuko talked to him, she also seemed very concerned: "I understand your current feelings very well. The unfair treatment I suffered in Japan should be similar to yours now."

Zhao Daxi recalled that she was attacked by Japanese media in a large and small way and threw dirty water on her. It was indeed somewhat similar to her current situation.

Yuko opened her eyes wide and suddenly spoke with a serious expression: "Are you fed up? Do you want to leave your Chinese nationality? Which nationality do you want to join?"

Zhao Daxi was really powerless to refute in front of her, and could only smile bitterly: "Yes, I've had enough. No matter which country his nationality is, as long as it's not Chinese, I don't want to have any connection with this country anymore."

Yuko was finally amused by his extra frank statement: "You are honest, this country is really terminally ill now and it is not worth lingering."

Zhao Daxi was a little discouraged when he grabbed his hair hard. He had fought with others for more than ten years and defeated countless opponents. In the end, he, Zhao, could not resist the enemy first. He was really tired of these enemies' vicious schemes. Even if he was a determined man like him, he could not help but treason and surrender to the enemy. Now he just wanted to stay away from these right and wrong. He sat and chatted with Yuko for a few words, and his irritability gradually calmed down.

After a while of chatting, Yuko suddenly became serious again and spoke with a sincere attitude: "As a traitor, I want to remind you carefully that this feeling is very bad. I haven't returned to Japan for five years. Sometimes when I dream at night, I dream about my colleagues in college. I'll be in the first time wearing kimono, and you won't understand this feeling."

Although she said simply, Zhao Daxi suddenly disappeared from her desires and felt a vague pain in her heart. She clearly realized her difficulties over the years. As a traitor, what she thought in her heart was also a problem she had never considered before. Suddenly, her heart became soft and gentle to Yuko. The big man subconsciously patted her soft and slender hands twice, purely trying to comfort her naturally.

Suddenly, the clock on the wall rang ignorantly. It was just twelve o'clock in the evening. An Xinjie rushed back to Guangzhou overnight and Chi Zhijie had already gone to bed. There was no outsider at home now. This was a great opportunity to occupy Yuko, but Zhao Daxi disappeared at this time, and only sympathy for her was left in her heart.

After twelve o'clock, Zhao Daxi still spoke softly: "It's very late, go to bed, I have to think about some things."

At this time, Yuko was a little abnormal. She looked down at her wide snow-white bathrobe. The snow-white and slender bathrobe under the bathrobe. She suddenly got up and stepped lightly. She kissed the lips of the man opposite. Zhao Daxi was rarely stunned in front of the woman. At this time, her mind was a little bit muffled, and her nose was full of fresh body fragrance on her body, and a little faint fragrance of flowers. Suddenly, her lips became softer and her heart suddenly became hot again.

Yuko was the beauty he had been coveting for a long time. At this time, his big hands naturally raised up and gently grabbed the beautiful woman's small and round buttocks in front of him. Although it was a soft bathrobe, the taste was still stable, soft and wonderful. There was room for recovery until Yuko's face turned red, and Zhao Daxi instantly felt numb and his whole body was numb, because under the beautiful female body that he stroked with his big hands, there was obviously nothing in the soft bathrobe.

This erotic discovery made Zhao Daxi take a deep breath. He held the shameful beauty in front of him hard, picked it up and put it on the table, and then kissed it hard. Late at night, in the dimly lit study, Zhao Daxi was almost greedily admiring the wonderful ** on the desk desk. The quiet fragrance of flowers stimulated his senses, making everything afterwards more erotic.

The next morning, in bed.

The first sentence of the Oriental Beauty who just opened her eyes was still caring for others: "Have you thought about it? Do you still want to treason now?"

Zhao Daxi felt a warmth in his heart again, feeling the gentleness of this beauty who always considers others. He held her tender and soft body in his arms for a while and didn't know where she was. The depression that had been over the past few days suddenly disappeared, and only simple thoughts remained in his heart, and it should have been influenced by this beauty.

Yuko couldn't wait for his answer and would be coquettish: "Why don't you answer me?"

Zhao Daxi hugged her tightly and coaxed her for a few words. He felt that he had come alive, and then greedily approached her and sniffed the fragrance of her body.

Naturally, he became more proud of his words: "You are right, I won't leave anymore... His grandmother's claws gave him three moves in terms of previous relationships, and he really thought I was easy to bully."

When Yuko saw the arrogant and domineering expression on his black face, she also showed a happy smile and kissed him: "Yes, this is Zhao Daxi I know."

Of course, Zhao Daxi wanted to hang out with her in bed for a while. This fresh and beautiful woman is definitely the best among the Japanese beauties. Being caught up with him is also considered a gift from God. In his opinion, since it is a beautiful marriage arranged by God, of course he cannot miss it.
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