Punishment for deception

  As the three Malaysian helicopters' rotor blades tore through the air and faded into the distance, several other helicopter engines quickly approached. Zhang Jin, relying on his incredible speed from "Kui Hua Shen Fa" and his keen sense of smell, finally searched the entire building and cleared out the remaining few bandits on other floors along the way.

  Among the several corpses found by following the bloody smell, there was no Ye Hong, and Zhang Jin's heart rose again with hope.

  After returning to the window of the janitor's rest room on the third floor, Zhang Jin stood at the window of the room in the residential building next to the building that had been occupied by himself and took out his mobile phone from the storage space where it had been stored since the flight. He dialed a number that had brought him from China several hours ago with ease.

  The phone rang and was answered immediately. Unexpectedly, the person who answered the phone this time was not the woman who had told him the "bad news", but a familiar and sweet voice: "Hello? Finally knew to call? Really stupid."

  Upon hearing Ye Hong's voice, the witch, and confirming that this hijacking incident was another carefully planned prank, Zhang Jin felt a mix of relief and anger, "Hijacked? You idiot, how can you make such a joke?"

  Upon hearing Zhang Jin's gritted teeth, Ye Hong couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Haha, I knew it! You're such an idiot and you actually believed it! This lie is indeed effective because it's based on some truth. If it were just a phone call, you might not have believed it, but since you went online and found out that the bank opposite our company was indeed robbed, you definitely fell for it. I'm really a genius, aren't I?"

  Ye Hong's laughter was like adding fuel to the fire, burning Zhang Jin's forehead red. He was choked in his throat for a long time before squeezing out a voice from between his teeth and asking: "Where are you?"

  As for Zhang Jin's voice that seemed to want to kill, Ye Hong was not intimidated at all. On the contrary, she still spoke with a sarcastic tone: "Working overtime in the company, what's wrong? Do you think you can come over and teach me a lesson? If you have the ability, fly over now, I'm waiting for you in my office!"

  "After all these years of marriage, who's afraid of whom?" This is what Ye Hong thinks in her heart.

  The answer was the busy tone of a hung-up phone.

  He slammed down the phone and looked up to see five military helicopters flying above the building. He glared at the national flag painted on the helicopter, with dozens of five-pointed stars and more than a dozen red and white stripes, and spat out a mouthful of saliva, muttering: "It's really this shameless country." After that, he turned around and left in big strides.

  As for whether the new batch of US soldiers will continue to play the role of terrorists, and whether the more than 60 hostages who were previously rescued by themselves can survive, Zhang Jin doesn't care. It's not his family or friends, and it happened abroad, so Zhang Jin didn't have the interest to be a 'superhero' like Iron Man. There are many people dying in the world every day, and it won't make a difference with just a few more.

  *

  A few minutes later, in Ye Hong's supervisor's office.

  Just as Ye Hong was looking at the file and pouting in dissatisfaction while answering Zhang Jin's phone call, she suddenly heard the anxious voice of her secretary Su Xiaohui coming from outside the door, getting closer and closer: "Sir, you can't go in, please register first, let me report to him for you..."

  The office door was suddenly pushed open violently, heavily hitting the doorstop. Ye Hong had just slammed his hand on the table and stood up, wanting to get angry, but he was stunned in place as if he had been cast a petrification spell. A man with a furious face stood at the door, while Su Xiaohui was pulling him out by his clothes.

  "Director Ye, I tried to stop her, but I couldn't. I..." Su Xiaohui explained weakly, looking at Ye Hong's complex expression mixed with anger, surprise and joy.

  Ye Hong's eyes were slightly red, her voice trembling: "It doesn't matter, you... go out first!" Even the hand she waved towards the outside had an obvious tremble.

  Of course, this man who rushed into the office was Zhang Jin. He knew the name of Ye Hong's company and also knew the location of Ye Hong's company, so it wasn't difficult for him to find this place.

  Zhang Jin, who had burst into the office, was excited to see this person again, but soon remembered the scenes from half an hour ago, and the eighteen despicable lives that had died at his hands within that half hour. He also recalled the heartbreak he felt when he discovered Ye Hong was not among the hostages. Suddenly, a small flame of anger soared up several dozen feet high, and the smile on his face twisted into a dark scowl: "Ye Hong! Don't you think your joke has gone too far?"

  Thinking of Zhang Jin arriving here in just over three hours after receiving the phone call, Ye Hong could imagine how anxious he must have been at that time. So while she felt sweet and joyful in her heart, she also had a hint of guilt that rarely appeared in her mind. As a result, Ye Hong, who was always stubborn as iron, finally lowered her head, and she, who always believed in "being loud when you're right", spoke softly: "Oh... I didn't expect it to be like this? Sorry..."

  "Sorry?" Zhang Jin's voice rose again, "Is that all? How can you be so reckless? Did you ever think I'd get anxious? Did you ever think that if I got anxious and went to find Mom and Dad to discuss it, could they handle it? You..."

  Zhang Jin never knew that his eloquence was so good, and he could talk about the criticism of this matter in a smooth and coherent manner, citing classics and examples, for half an hour without stopping. He even thought that with his current state of mind, where ideas were flowing like a fountain, he wouldn't run out of words even if he continued talking for several hours.

  Zhang Jin's side is getting more and more talkative, but Ye Hong's side is getting closer and closer to the bottom line of endurance. In the past, when was Ye Hong's struggle with Zhang Jin so passive?

  So, after a few more minutes, just as Zhang Jin's words were flying and dancing in the air, Ye Hong's patience detector finally lit up with a red light, and he couldn't hold back anymore.

  "Shut up!"

  Yehong suddenly interrupted Zhang Jin's speech with a loud, piercing voice like a dolphin's cry, and then took advantage of Zhang Jin's momentary stunned expression to launch a counterattack: "I've already apologized, what more do you want? Do you want to eat me up? What are you staring at? Are you still thinking of beating me up? Fine, hit me...hit me if you dare! If you don't hit me today, I'll look down on you." As she spoke, she walked around the table and approached him, pretending to be a village woman from a rural drama, ready to take a beating.

  Seeing Ye Hong's desperate appearance, Zhang Jin was stunned for a moment, and then the fierce aura of killing eighteen people in one night burst out. With a ferocious face, he grabbed Ye Hong and turned her body over, pressing her upper body onto the office desk, forming the shape of the Arabic numeral '7'. Next, a heavy slap landed on the most prominent part of Ye Hong's pose - her plump buttocks wrapped in an OL tube skirt. Along with the sharp "slap" sound and the enticing flesh wave bouncing, there was also Ye Hong's shocking scream: "Ah!"

  "I'm hitting you so that you'll remember!" Zhang Jin said viciously after slapping him.

  But instead of Ye Hong's confession, she cursed with a crying tone: "Dead pig, you dare to hit me..."

  "How dare you talk back!" Zhang Jin slapped him again.

  "You stinking pig, I'm not done with you yet..."

  Another slap.

  "You're a pig with foot-and-mouth disease..."

  Another slap.

  …………

  At first, Ye Hong struggled desperately with his hands and feet, but under Zhang Jin's powerful strength, he could only struggle in vain. As a result, Ye Hong's struggles became more and more powerless;

  At first, Ye Hong's curses were very powerful, but in response, he only got slap after slap. As a result, Ye Hong's momentum slowly fell, until he closed his mouth and stopped speaking.

  At first, Ye Hong's crying was due to Zhang Jin's heavy slaps, which hurt her so much that she cried with great vigor and hysteria. However, later on, Zhang Jin's slaps became lighter and lighter, almost like caresses, and Ye Hong's crying gradually changed from hysterical wailing to sobbing, then to quiet whimpering, until finally... hmm... moaning.

  At first, Ye Hong's eyes were filled with anger towards Zhang Jin for daring to lay hands on her, then turned into grievance, and finally became flirtatious.

  Zhang Jin was also burning with anger at first, but later became more and more uncomfortable. Especially when he saw Ye Hong's buttocks wrapped in her skirt twisting and bouncing under his hands, and heard Ye Hong unconsciously humming "Hmm~ Ah~ Oh~" four-character mantra from her mouth, Zhang Jin felt that he seemed to have the same feeling as when he first practiced the "Kuihua Shengfa". There was a place where it was burning with fire.

  Just as another slap was about to fall, Zhang Jin finally realized that 'what cannot be tolerated does not need to be tolerated'!

  Then the big hand that was stroking the red buttocks suddenly dropped down and lifted up, and the white small cloth piece had just been exposed and turned into flying leaves. The belt around his waist was also broken by himself in a hurry, followed by the familiar action - twisting his waist, shaking his hips, advancing and retreating. While enjoying the familiar yet strange warmth and moisture, he also heard that long and seductive moan: Hmm~Oh~

  One is a property variant 'player', one is an old acquaintance, and the two not only have a good match, but also after countless times of mutual cooperation, everything that follows has some natural meaning.

  Suddenly, Director Ye's office became a battlefield with gunfire and cannon fire everywhere. After the battle, the scene was in disarray - the office desk, sofa...

  An hour later, when Zhang Jin was walking out of the office with Ye Hong, who had gone limp and weak in the legs, after a series of movements that left them both feeling great, the director's secretary, Ms. Su, who had been working overtime with Ye Hong, had already disappeared without a trace. It was probably because the soundproofing effect of the office was really poor, and Secretary Su, who could clearly hear the intense battle going on inside, felt both itchy and embarrassed, so she simply left in a hurry.

  Finding the secretary gone, Zhang Jin couldn't help but give Ye Hong a flirtatious glance: "Hehe, don't say it, this secretary is quite discerning."

  Seeing her own secretary had already slipped away unnoticed, with a flushed face and the spring tide not yet receding, Ye Hong also let out a long sigh, glared fiercely at Zhang Jin with a coquettish expression and said: "Still isn't it all because of you."

  Then Ye Hong changed to a tone of relief and comforted himself: "But it's also good, otherwise if she saw this set, it would be really embarrassing." Ye Hong said as he looked at the suit that had been messed up - two buttons on the top were gone, the skirt was not only full of wrinkles but also covered in wet stains, and the black silk stockings underneath were almost torn into a fishing net, revealing large areas of white skin...

  Ye Hong's disheveled and bedraggled appearance, with her phoenix eyes gleaming with a hint of smoke, and her face flushed with excitement, was already enough to leave one's imagination running wild. But what really made Zhang Jin think twice was that he knew Ye Hong's short skirt was actually in a truly empty state at this moment!

  The piece of cloth that should have been used as cover is now torn into four or five pieces and lying in Xianghong's small bag!

  Since the secretary has left, Ye Hong can't continue to work overtime because of Zhang Jin's arrival. So naturally, she went home. As for Zhang Jin, don't even think about it, with Ye Hong's warm and cozy bed, even if someone were to drive him away with a stick, he wouldn't go to the hotel to guard an empty room alone.

  Ye Hong's residence was on the ninth floor of the company building, a single apartment rented by the company for mid-to-high-level employees like Ye Hong. With Zhang Jin's help, the two of them turned off the lights, closed the windows, locked the door and went upstairs in just over ten minutes.

  Ten minutes later, when Zhang Jin walked into Ye Hongxiang's room, wanting to take a look around, Ye Hong, who had locked the door, suddenly retracted his previous smile, pulled down his face and said in a cold voice: "Zhang Jin..."

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