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With a bang, the door of Mr. Tang's office was knocked open.

A figure stood five steps away from the desk, panting heavily, trying to calm down.

"Get out!" Mr. Tang looked up at the people, then lowered his head and continued writing.

"No, the slave heard that... I heard that you raped someone else." Yuan Zheng took a step closer, staring at Mr. Tang, as if it was fake if he looked more.

"Get out" Mr. Tang was a little impatient

"Master, what's wrong with slaves?" Yuan Zheng lowered his head and looked at himself from head to toe. He wanted muscles to have muscles and bones to have bones. How could he be worse than others!

While Yuan Zheng was still intoxicated with himself, the teacup in Mr. Tang's hand hit Yuan Zheng's head with a graceful parabola.

Without Mr. Tang saying anything, Yuan Zheng knew that he had gone too far, and immediately knelt down and did not dare to make a sound.

"Go away, don't be an eyesore in front of me." Mr. Tang finally raised his eyes and looked seriously at the people on the ground.

"I'm sorry master, the slave is too much"

"No, I went too far and raped others." Mr. Tang's tone was flat, as if he was really admitting his mistake.

Hearing Mr. Tang's tone, Yuan Zheng's body trembled reflexively. "slave……"

"Don't let me see you before you pick up your upbringing, get out"

Yuan Zheng also wanted to let Mr. Tang stay with him, and it would be best if he could be wiped out.

But with such a tone, Yuan Zheng didn't even dare to say a word, so he told him not to be coquettish, and rushed to Mr. Tang's room in a hurry.

"I've made the master unhappy again." Yuan Zheng stood in front of Mr. Tang's office for a long time without leaving.

After a while, Mr. Tang's secretary appeared next to the dazed Yuan Zheng, "Mr. Tang told you to get out, don't get in the way."

When the secretary received the call, he confirmed with Mr. Tang three times whether he was going to say "get lost" because experience told the secretary that no ordinary person can appear in front of Mr. Tang's door, and Yuan Zheng is indeed not an ordinary person.

Mr. Tang patiently told the secretary to follow the original words, otherwise he would be fired. The secretary stumbled and prepared to leave immediately after finishing this sentence.

Yuan Zheng grabbed the secretary who turned around, nodded slightly and said, "Excuse me, what else did he say?"

"Say, I want you to think about it carefully." The secretary was a little frightened by Yuan Zheng's posture of bowing his head. How could anyone do this to a secretary.

"Okay, sorry for the trouble"

After Yuan Zheng left, the secretary stood there in a daze, looking at the man's back (so handsome)

With Yuan Zheng's mind, how could he not think of a way to seduce Mr. Tang back, no, to return to Mr. Tang's side?

So

"Hello~"

"What's wrong?" Annan obviously didn't have time to talk to Yuan Zheng.

"I just want to call you!" Yuan Zheng's tone made people with weak resistance listen to it, and they would vomit.

"Speak up if you have something to say, don't whine about it"

"That's it." His tone became serious in seconds, "...How can I persuade my master back!"

"Because it's you, let me say one more thing. If the relationship between the two of you is just master-slave, you really care too much. Accept the punishment and accept the punishment. Don't try to get away with it. If you want to develop in other directions, then come to tricks!"

However, Mr. Tang doesn't take tricks!

Just do it, Yuan Zheng borrowed the most powerful whip from Annan's private collection.

Yuan Zheng, who received the whip, immediately had a sad expression on his face. It was so heavy, he must be exhausted to lift it, and the master might be even more tired when he beat it, and isn't the bitter trick just for show?This whip should be able to withstand one or two lashes on the body, but if there are too many, accidents will really happen.

Yuan Zheng thought about it, no matter what, he took a whip and went to Mr. Tang's house, to be exact, the door of the house, because even if Yuan Zheng had the key, he would never dare to enter the door.

All the plots are as planned, scorching sun, cobblestones, forbearance, and finally ignored.

That's right, Mr. Tang parked his car and walked past Yuan Zheng. The wind gently blew the leaves, and waved his hand without taking away a cloud.

(Wait, the painting style is wrong)

How could Yuan Zheng not do something to redeem it?Of course he would, like at this moment, with his forehead resting on the cobblestone, his body bent down, his hips raised, and his hands gently holding Mr. Tang's ankle in a humiliating and contemptuous posture.

But Mr. Tang had seen too many people who needed to be pitied in the first half of his life, and he was already immune, so he ignored Yuan Zheng's hand, broke free, and stepped on it.

Really angry!

Yuan Zheng didn't dare to make any more unnecessary movements, and let Mr. Tang step on it obediently. The rough soles and the pebbles between his hands actually hurt only once, and then a little swelling.But the humiliation of passing by was really engraved on Yuan Zheng's heart.

Yuan Zheng watched Mr. Tang enter the room, took out his mobile phone and called 803, "Bring a bamboo stick and send two thugs to..." Yuan Zheng didn't call Mr. Only pain, no other marks that make the owner uncomfortable.

"Sir, Mr. Yan Xi asked his subordinate to bring you a message." Yuan Zheng took the rope in the hand of the thug, wrapped his hands tightly, and handed one end to the thug, signaling him to hang himself on the tree.

"Tell me, what did you bring?" Yuan Zheng frowned at the pain of pulling his arms.

"Mr. Yan Xi said, be careful playing with fire***"

When Yuan Zheng heard it, he felt the corners of his mouth twitch, and said, "If the stick is broken, go back and get it again. I'm fainted. There is a water pipe there, I understand."

"Yes, sir"

"Then stop talking nonsense and fight!"

Every detail can be seen from the window of Mr. Tang's study room, but that is Mr. Tang, who never glanced at him, leisurely holding black tea, closing the curtain with a book in his hand, and lying on the recliner to enjoy the slightly dazzling sunset.

Why didn't Yuan Zheng see the drawn curtain, and thought that the master was really angry. Yuan Zheng's whole body was hoisted, his feet were not supported, his wrists were bearing all the weight of his body, and the stick hit him with all his strength. At the same time, the body will swing back and forth, and the wrists have already been stretched red and the skin is slightly torn.

As the sun set and the moon took over, Yuan Zheng was woken up by the water pipe again, and uttered a few words hoarsely. The executioner listened for a long time before he could understand what Yuan Zheng was saying.

"Sir, it's already 02:30 in the morning"

……

"This is the third stick"

……

"Yes"

Yuan Zheng ordered them to leave, and did not want to untie them, but just hung there. Others may not have noticed, but Yuan Zheng knew that his arms must be dislocated.

Yan Xi is right, it's really playing with fire.

The next day

When Mr. Tang drove past Yuan Zheng, he rolled down the window, opened and closed his lips lightly, said "it's ugly" and left.

Yuan Zheng looked really embarrassed, the morning dew was still hanging on his hair, his lips and complexion were almost pale.

Yuan Zheng was rescued by Yan Xi in the end. Needless to say, Mr. Tang must have ordered him.

"The boss said, I don't know if I think there is a dead body hanging in his yard." Yan Xi never said nice words, and he took Yuan Zheng's arm regardless of whether Yuan Zheng could bear it or not.

"He's still angry." Yuan Zheng frowned, and his face turned pale again.

"It's too hard, shouldn't it be changed to a softer one?"

Yuan Zheng nodded.

Yan Xi looked at Yuan Zheng with a foolish look on his face, "Pig brain, listen up, this is the medicine I made." Yan Xi sneaked it into Yuan Zheng's hand, "You give him a medicine, and then wash it yourself Lying on the bed in vain, nothing will happen when I wake up, don’t rush to reject me, it will definitely work, in return, help me get a month’s vacation, I’m going on vacation”

Yuan Zheng really didn't want to recruit, so he reluctantly agreed.

Yuan Zheng has always done the best and fastest way to wash things for nothing. People can wait, but how can desire wait!But this time Yuan Zheng was like a young child, washing away bit by bit, and he couldn't let Mr. Tang pick out his faults anymore, and he didn't have so many opportunities to use.

The master didn't ask him to come in, so how to prescribe the medicine is a problem. Yuan Zheng washed his clothes for nothing, stripped off his clothes, and tied his hands on the bed with a red cotton rope to vote, which was especially in Mr. Tang's taste. Since there is no chance to contact the master, then put I put the medicine on myself, in this way, maybe the master will also get some. (The above is from that retarded fantasy)

Yuan Zheng sprinkled the medicine on his body. The smell was full of affection. Mr. Tang is such a sensitive person. He smelled it as soon as he put his hand on the bedroom door. After careful identification, the smell was very strong, but there was no Any effect will not be chaotic at all.

Mr. Tang wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in Yuan Zheng's gourd, so he opened the door and entered. Yuan Zheng was lying on the bed, flushed all over, his hands were bound, and his body was writhing restlessly.

Mr. Tang sat on the edge of the bed and drew Yuan Zheng's lips with his hand, "Are you seducing?"

"Master, the slave knows it's wrong, you should punish the slave, don't want the slave." As he spoke, his face blushed again.

Mr. Tang pulled his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, and leaned on Yuan Zheng, "Every trace on this body makes me uncomfortable. What do you think should I do?"

"Slaves...slaves don't know"

Mr. Tang felt a little impatient seeing Yuan Zheng like this, but he refused to let Yuan Zheng pass the test so quickly.

Mr. Tang's hands are always cold. Since childhood, no matter how hot they are, they will cool down quickly.

Mr. Tang walked over Yuan Zheng's body with his cold hands, stroking the scar little by little.

Because of the coldness of his fingers, Yuan Zheng's body became extremely sensitive. With his eyes closed, he either enjoyed or endured the hands walking on his body.

"Master, you...don't be angry with the slave, okay?" Yuan Zheng raised his head and looked at Mr. Tang with difficulty, pleading and repenting.

"Why?" Mr. Tang didn't care.

"Yuan Zheng accepts punishment and accepts punishment, please"

"Okay, from now on, whenever you go to bed, you will tie your hands together. I think this posture is very beautiful."

Yuan Zheng was stunned for two seconds, roaring in his heart, what to do, from now on, he can't hug his master at night, and he can't change the quilt for him.

After two seconds, "Yes, master, as long as the master forgives the slave, the slave can do anything." If he can't hug the master himself, the master can hug himself.

As for the quilt, I can use my body temperature to warm the master's bed, so Yuan Zheng no longer struggled and agreed.

Mr. Tang, what a person who knows how to weigh the pros and cons. That night, Mr. Tang spent the night with Yuan Zheng in an extremely sober state. That night, Yuan Zheng scolded Yan Xi countless times in his heart, but he was immersed in Mr. Tang's I can't extricate myself from my body.

The next morning, Mr. Tang slept on the edge of the bed with the quilt rolled up. Yuan Zheng was not covered by the quilt at all, his hands were still tied to the head of the bed, and he hadn't washed it. He woke up in this position.

What about hugging and warming the bed as promised?It didn't happen at all. Although Yuan Zheng's physical fitness was not bad, he had a fever for a few days. From then on, after every happy exercise, Yuan Zheng would have countless alpacas jumping in his mind.

The extra episode is over~