Chapter 1261

Some women, even if they give birth to a son to Fang Yuan, will respect her when they are old. They will never watch others change clothes without permission.

Some women, let alone give birth to Fangyuan's son, even if the son has a son and all his old teeth fall out, he will stare at others like a donkey smelling meat and bones when they change clothes.

The former kind of women most value "mutual respect between husband and wife as guests". Only because her childhood is not very good, it leads to low self-esteem and no sense of security in the world, so she can't treat her menglang. Otherwise, she will feel that men no longer value her.

The latter kind of women have rich life experience. Their desire and expectation for "dumping" men are far greater than the respect men give her. Therefore, the more casual a man is with her, the more she can enjoy the fun of life.

Fang Yuan felt that Zhang Yi was the latter kind of woman, so when she untied the pajama belt and was about to take it off, she sat on the outer sofa, stretched out her tongue, drooled and stared at her. Her Adam's apple still wriggled up and down, and she would jump up and jump in at any time to push her down.

"What are you looking at? Look, who let you in? Get out!"

Zhang Yi quickly covered his skirt and his pretty face sank down. He scolded in a cold low voice. He looked colder than the traditional martyr. He was afraid to run away with his tail in his hands.

"Don't be serious. Change your clothes quickly. Be careful to annoy me so that you can't go out today."

Fang Yuan crossed his legs and answered lazily.

"You, you rascal, hum!"

Maybe he was really afraid that Fang Yuan would clean her up and couldn't walk. Zhang Yi turned around with a cold hum and quickly took off his pajamas.

When she bent down to get the clothes on the Kang, a man's smashing mouth came from behind: "tut Tut, this posture is very good. It would be better if she bent lower and pouted higher. If it's from the back -- "

"Fangyuan, please respect me!"

Hearing that the bastard became more and more presumptuous and obscene, Zhang Yi was so angry that he began to tremble. He suddenly turned to him and shouted in a low voice: "even if Zhang Yi has become a lost dog now, I am not humiliated by you! You, get out! "

The smile on Fang Yuan's face turned into a sneer: "tell me another try."

"You --"

Seeing Fang Yuan's left hand pressing the handrail, he really wanted to jump up and rush over like a wolf. Zhang Yi didn't dare to speak. He just bit his lower lip with hate and turned around again, but he was thinking: Hey, even if he doesn't respect me, so what? Anyway, I've lost my dignity for a long time, and I took the initiative to climb into someone else's bed.

When Zhang Yi woke up, she was frightened.

Since childhood, Zhang Yi can be sure that she is quite strong, especially after going to officialdom, the greater the attack, the stronger her rebound, and she has never conceded defeat.

But now, she is frightened by the gangster's face. What makes her feel more frightened is that she is not really angry. Instead, she has a kind of faint excitement, palpitation and heartbeat

This complex inner real feeling makes Zhang Yi's change of clothes slow down - only as slow as possible, which makes that guy lose confidence. He may have really done that.

What's the matter with me? I'm so obsessed with that feeling?

It seems that I have completely fallen.

How is that possible?

Just when Zhang Yi felt that his face was feverish and his breathing became short, he heard a crisp sound. His instinctive body suddenly excited and screamed, "ah!"

The feeling of pain came from her hips with her cry.

"Hurry up and wait for an eggplant?"

Fang Yuan's impatient voice sounded from behind her: "if you dare to tease me again, I'll be really rude."

"I, I didn't flirt, I, I didn't tease you."

Zhang Yi didn't dare to look up at all and mumbled a retort. Subconsciously, he wanted Fang Yuan to smoke her again.

She really doesn't understand how she suddenly becomes cheap. She wants to slap her two big mouths to remind herself: Zhang Yi, you've always been a woman who regards your dignity bigger than heaven. How can you tolerate his humiliation?

But she just thought about it. Of course she wouldn't do that.

Why isn't he moving?

He must be waiting for me to take the initiative to throw him on the bed.

This bastard, he is trampling on my last dignity in this way.

Well, I'll satisfy you. Don't you just want me to be like that?

Fanciful Zhang Yi suddenly bit his lower lip, quickly turned and raised his hand -- but there was no one behind him.

During her fierce ideological struggle, Fang Yuan had gone to the yard and walked around the yard with his hands on his back and whistles.

The yard Zhang Yi rented is not big, but it is very clean.

There is a white rattan chair under the window sill of the bedroom. Next to it is a small round table of the same color. On it is a thick book with the word "historical records" written on the cover.

After seeing the name of the book, Fang Yuan can confirm that this is what Sun Gang read.

The reason is simple: Sima Qian, who is famous in history, has also become a person like Sun Gang after suffering some punishment.

However, Sima Qian can't catch up with Sun Gang's flattery. After people suffer that punishment, they don't abandon themselves, let alone psychopath -- psychopath people will never leave this masterpiece for future generations.

It seems that Sun Gang also wants to emulate Sima Qian. After suffering misfortune, he can also face the incomplete life and prove the value of his existence by practice.

Unfortunately, he just took Sima Qian as an example to stand up again, but he didn't do what an example should do.

There is always a big gap between thinking and doing.

When Fang Yuan sat on the rattan chair sun had just sat and read the historical records at will, there was a sound like a cat walking behind him.

Zhang Yi finally changed his clothes and came out. As usual, he was wearing a black and straight professional dress, his hair was pulled into a bun, and a pair of gold wire flat glasses were put on his face.

This makeup makes her look "old" at least six or seven years old, which naturally adds a bit of dignity, but her face is a little red, like a monkey's ass.

"Take a few deep breaths. It's good for you to completely return to your normal state."

Fang Yuan put down the historical records and made a pertinent suggestion.

Zhang Yi didn't refuse. He stood at the door, closed his eyes, raised his chin and took four or five deep breaths in succession.

Sure enough, when she slowly spits out a long breath and opens her eyes, she can feel that her face has returned to normal, her eyes become cold again, frown and look around: "what are you looking for me to do?"

"I didn't come to you on purpose. I was passing by."

Fang Yuansi didn't mind Zhang Yi's attitude towards him. She said casually, "when I see that your door is unlocked, I know you're still at home. When you went to Lihua mountain yesterday, you told me that the new mayor of Tang Wang would take office today and your handling opinions -- "

Zhang Yi interrupted him: "what's none of your business?"

"It's none of my business. I just care about you."

Fang Yuan said, "I know you are in a very unstable mood. Look at the blood in your eyes and the smell of wine. You should have stayed up all night last night and drank alone to the moon to reflect on your sad life? In this state, driving to the city alone is a very dangerous behavior. It doesn't matter if you have an accident yourself. It's bad if you hit someone else. "

He bit his lower lip hard. Zhang Yi's voice when he spoke again had an obvious color of sadness and anger: "Fang, you actually want to see how I get out of the king of Tang, right?"

"I prefer to see you taken away by the Discipline Inspection Commission."

"Why do you do this to me!"

"You made a mistake."

Fang Yuan answered very simply.

"Just because I made a mistake?"

Zhang Yi's lips trembled badly.

Fang Yuan asked coldly, "what do you think?"

"I know, I know."

Zhang Yi slowly clenched his fists: "I, I should have thought of it long ago. I thought you would do this to me."

Qin Dachuan is Fangyuan's absolute confidant. He was almost fooled to save Zhang Yi. Of course, Fangyuan won't give up.

Zhang Yi is sure that if she is not a man in officialdom, she can definitely turn her into a mental schizophrenic patient, referred to as neuropathy.

Zhang Yi's Officialdom identity is a talisman for her. No matter how much Fang Yuan wants to clean her up, she has to have scruples, so she can only take other means to make her pay the price.

Maybe he would dress up as a flower thief and spoil her at night -- but he certainly didn't expect that Zhang Yi would take the initiative to deliver the goods to the door before he started, and he was so cheap.

He smiled happily, but he would never open his eyes to Zhang Yi because he took the initiative.

But Zhang Yi's initiative will only make him despise her more.

When Zhang Yi went to Lihua mountain yesterday, he already told Fang Yuan that today is her judgment day.

Then he came to the door eagerly and seemed very concerned about sending her to the city. He just wanted to enjoy her hesitation and gloat.

But she had already "dedicated" herself to him twice and took out the "opinion" to express her apology. Why did he refuse to let her go and let her go with dignity?

Man, there is really no good thing.

Zhang Yi regretted that she had that humiliating feeling just now. If she hadn't tried her best to be patient, she would have slapped herself in the face and screamed with her eyes closed: Zhang Yi, I make you cheap!

"Now that you've thought of it yourself, you'll save me another breath. Let's go. Don't gnash your teeth and clench your fists. Now you're a fish on the pallet. What else can you do except waiting to be cleaned up? "

Fang Yuan glanced at Zhang Yi's clenched fists, smiled disdainfully, stood up from his chair and walked to the gate.

"I still have dignity!"

Zhang Yi screamed out this sentence with all his strength.

She has tried her best, but why is her voice so low?

Lack of confidence?

"Shit."

With these two words, the last dignity of Zhang Yi was smashed to pieces.

But then, she lit up her fighting spirit: I have lost my last dignity, so I can't give up my fighting spirit anymore, or I won't look up anywhere in the future.

When people completely lose their dignity and their fighting spirit ignited in despair, they can make her look like a soldier more than ever. With a calm look, Qin Dachuan restrained his dirty smile (when boss Fang saw beauty Zhang change clothes, there must be a little peach behavior). He quickly reached out and opened the rear door for her: "Mayor Zhang, please."

Zhang Yi didn't speak, took a step back, suddenly bent down and bowed deeply to Qin Dachuan.

Qin Dachuan panicked and quickly dodged: "ah, no, no, I can't afford..."

"Sorry."

After Zhang Yi uttered a clear apology, without waiting for Qin Dachuan to say anything, he raised his feet and got into the car.