Ding Xiuqin didn't speak, her lips were tightly closed. She is a cowardly and timid woman, and if her husband goes to prison, it will be a big deal. She is also a very traditional and conservative woman, and she values chastity very strictly.

Ding Xiuqin is actually a woman like Duan Shiying, who always wants to maintain her sexual dignity, and always feels very ashamed to let a man other than her husband touch her. In fact, they don't know that such a view of chastity just scratches the itch of those men.

I still know that shy women are hard to find these years. In addition to the physical body, the most precious thing for women is their sexual dignity, and the shy blush when sexual dignity is violated. It's a mental toy.

Duan Shiying silently cried in the face of Wang Shaoyang's bad practices, which further stimulated their bestiality. This is the reason why they don't look for women who have lost their footing, and women who have lost their feet do not have this shyness and do not have such a sense of humiliation. In Wang Shaoyang's own words, I don't know if he is playing with women or women playing with him.

If Duan Shiying put down her face, pretended to be a slut and took the initiative to find Wang Shaoyang, she was insatiable and chased after their buttocks, and pretended to enjoy it very much. Things will be reversed, and it will be Wang Shaoyang's turn to flee.

Things between men and women are very strange and complicated, and no one can explain them well.

If Wang Wusheng was forced, Ding Xiuqin would still open her mouth and agree, at least nodding. She is a cowardly and timid person who will never rebel against her husband. What's more, this family is facing a major event? If sacrificing oneself can be exchanged for peace, then it can only be so.

But Wang Wusheng didn't force it, and this matter passed like this. Ding Xiuqin was in a trance for a few days, for fear that Wang Wusheng would suddenly bring the director home. No, not for two weeks. The wind was light, as if this matter had passed like this, or Wang Wusheng had never said anything like that to her. Ding Xiuqin even suspected that she had a dream, and Wang Wusheng said what she said in the dream.

But Ding Xiuqin was scared again. She was afraid that her husband would not come home after work, and then someone would come and ask her to bring food to prison. She was afraid to hear the sirens honking on the street, and she was afraid that the police car was coming towards her house. She was afraid that someone would knock on the door in the middle of the night, and then someone from the procuratorate would yell into the house: "Wang Wusheng, you have been arrested." ”

No, my husband doesn't come home on time. The sirens are always whining and whining away. No one knocked on the door in the middle of the night. After more than a month like this, Ding Xiuqin gradually relaxed her heart. The husband may have found a way to fill the hole, and he could not have been willing to give his wife away.

On Thursday 30 or Friday 31 December, Ding Xiuqin will always remember this day. Wang Wusheng didn't go home until midnight, he often did this, Ding Xiuqin didn't care. Hearing the sound of undressing in a hazy way, Ding Xiuqin still didn't care, she thought her husband was undressing.

Then a cold body got into the bed and hugged her. When Ding Xiuqin felt something was wrong and was about to shout, her husband spoke: "Xiuqin, Director Xiao has come to see you." Then a drunken foul mouth sealed her mouth, and she couldn't think of shouting.

It's time to come, Ding Xiuqin resigned herself to her fate. To her surprise, the drunken and hazy-eyed director turned on the fluorescent lamp and bedside lamp, and the room was as bright as day. The director said that he had been thinking about Ding Xiuqin's body for more than ten years, and he wanted to appreciate it today.

It's humiliating. Ding Xiuqin grabbed the quilt and struggled not to let the director see it. She weakly begged for mercy: "Cold, cold, really, cold." "For the director, cold is not a reason at all. The quilt was still lifted, and the clothes were stripped naked. Ding Xiuqin closed her eyes and tilted her head to the bed, letting the director appreciate it wantonly.

Below, there's nothing new below, and it's the same between men and women. However, something happened that made Ding Xiuqin feel guilty until now.

Shame, shame without bounds. For the wanton behavior on her, Ding Xiuqin was powerless to resist. She closed her eyes and tilted her head to the inside of the bed, fumbling for a pillow and burying her face deeply. She didn't want to look at the ugly man, she didn't want to listen to the heavy breathing, she didn't want to smell the stench of wine.

The bureau chief, who had been thinking about Ding Xiuqin for more than ten years, was over in less than a minute. Lying on top of her for a while, he gasped for breath and then rolled over and dismounted.

When Ding Xiuqin got up to clean up the mess, she found that her son was excitedly staring at her that, that, that, the tent door that was opening wide at this time. She was shocked, panicked, her head blank, her limbs stiff, and she even forgot to take measures to cover herself.

The son was not panicked at all, pointed to Ding Xiuqin's private parts and asked excitedly, "What is this a woman?" Is this where the kids come from? Ding Xiuqin's head was still blank, and she didn't know how to answer her son's questions at all.

The chief quickly sat up. stole someone's wife and was discovered by someone's son, and the matter seemed very big. The director sat on the bed and panicked.

But the boy said very skillfully, "Uncle, please come again, I didn't see it clearly just now." The two naked adults, so frightened that they didn't hear what the boy was saying. The son said loudly again: "Uncle, do it again!" ”

Ding Xiuqin really wants to die. If she hadn't been too timid, she would have wanted to kill herself. Most timid people are afraid of death.

Since then, Ding Xiuqin has felt sorry for her son. It was he who taught him badly. The son was still so young, only twelve years old, so he saw such an obscene scene.

So Ding Xiuqin has always endured her son's rebellion against her and her son's insults to herself. The son even recognized her as an ordinary woman, not a mother.

Ding Xiuqin felt deeply guilty about her son finally becoming a famous hooligan in Qilin City. She thinks that this qiē is all taught by herself.

Later, the son grew up. The grown-up son began to mix with the black-way. He didn't know how to get Director Xiao's black-material. He took a group of classmates, took these black materials, and spoiled his wife in front of Director Xiao. These classmates are the team members of his current gangsters, Li Weijun, Hong Mingjie and other four people.

The director's wife is much older than Ding Xiuqin, and Ding Xiuqin can't figure it out that a teenage middle school student is engaged in such an old woman. The son likes to abuse such middle-aged women, and he must be influenced by himself.

In front of her son, Ding Xiuqin felt that she was a sinner. Especially when the director's wife couldn't bear the insult and committed suicide by poisoning, she felt that she had killed someone indirectly, so she felt even more heinous.

Fortunately, the director destroyed his wife's suicide note, and between accusation and self-preservation, he shamefully chose the latter. Otherwise, Wang Shaoyang and his gang will definitely accept criminal responsibility. Even if they are young, they have to stay in a juvenile detention center for a few years.

Qilin City is not big, no matter how slow it is, Ding Xiuqin will be home in a while. Wang Wusheng made the hosiery factory insolvent and was transferred to the towel factory by relying on the relationship between his wife and the director. Continue to be the factory director, and the corruption will be over. The current home is a unique courtyard that he used his power to get when he was the director of the towel factory.

Wang Wusheng's courage is getting bigger and bigger, he ignored the opposition of many people in the factory, and resolutely bought himself this small courtyard, saying that he didn't like to live in a building.

Inside the small courtyard is a small two-story building. Upstairs is the bedroom, downstairs is the kitchen, bathroom, and then there is a living room of about 60 square meters. Such a living room is still very large. It's just that the design is too earthy, and the middle of the living room is the door of the small building.

These leaders are still there, and they really do what they say. There was a coal stove in the living room, which was blazing, and the kettle sitting on the coal stove was steaming. In addition, two braziers were built, and the charcoal fire was also burning. The wooden board was still placed in the middle of the living room, and the sheets were scattered and scratched, what Ding Xiuqin looked like when she left, and what it was now.

Ding Xiuqin ignored the five leaders and bowed her head to the bathroom. She had to hurry up and wash her son's dirty clothes. Although they are timid and dare not resist, there is no need to greet them with a smile. Of course, there is a washing machine at her house, but the collar and sleeves have to be rubbed by hand, otherwise they can't be cleaned. In particular, my son's clothes are very dirty, so he has to rub them by hand before putting them in the washing machine.

Ding Xiuqin was busy working in the bathroom. Several men discuss an issue in the living room. This issue was raised by the director of the Yanhe Police Station, Yin Tianshou, who said, "From today onwards, we will meet here every Saturday, what do you think?" This mention was immediately unanimously approved by the other four men.

You Xianzhi, secretary of the Political and Legal Committee along the river, added: "We simply call this party the Saturday Club." ”

Yang Chengzhi, deputy secretary general of the municipal party committee, said: "This is not good, and those who don't know still think that we have set up some illegal organization." To be honest, we are fortunate to be in the most politically tolerant era in 5,000 years. In general, the public-power-power does not interfere much in the private life of individuals, especially for people with status like us. But when you play, don't get involved in politics and politics, don't even get involved, and don't even give people the opportunity to catch the wind and catch shadows. ”

Jiang Bingnan, deputy director of the Qilin Police Department, said: "Then let's call it a weekend dinner." First, the people take food as the sky, and it is not illegal to have a dinner party no matter what. Second, we were indeed having a dinner. ”

The name was unanimously agreed. You Xianzhi smiled and said, "We not only gather wine and meat for dinner, but also gather for Xiuqin's meal." It's a good party to call it a dinner party, which is both vivid and expressive. ”

Jiang Bingnan further mentioned: "Let's just call it a weekend dinner, we will spend it here from Saturday to Sunday." First of all, everyone has to come every weekend without a valid reason. If you don't come, you have to ask for leave in advance. ”