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Chapter 118

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Training 01 only has these contents. The picture of training 02 is not the continuation of 01, but another picture.

This is in a slightly dim room, with a circle of sofas filled with several people sitting on it, including men and women. As the camera rotates, I saw my wife also among them, and the others should be artists of Tianyu Company.

Except for his wife, several others were fiddling with their cell phones, looking very boring

At this time, one of the male artists yawned and turned his gaze to his wife

I saw him smile evilly and said: Honorable Queen, tell me your V signal, your mobile phone number is OK

My wife didn't say anything, but she still put her arms around her chest and turned her eyes out the window

The others looked at the two of them with a bit of fun on their faces, as if they were waiting for the good show to take place.

The male artist stood up and walked to his wife: Hey, why don’t you talk? You just ask about V signal, what are you pretending to be Ah! You pretend to be in the company and when you are outside, aren’t you just a bitch who is riding thousands of people and fucking thousands of people?

The wife whispered: You should be more respectful to your words

Am I wrong? Which artist in the company is not played with? Everyone is the same. Why are you pretending to be noble? I ask you, are you dissatisfied with Ah?

Hahaha! Others laughed

My wife's face turned pale. She was very angry at this time. She suddenly stood up and walked out.

Alas, you haven't told me the V signal yet, just want to leave like this? The male artist directly grabbed his wife's wrist

Let go! The wife scolded angrily, breaking away directly, and then waved her hand to the male artist.

With a bang, the male artist was caught off guard and was slapped hard by his wife.

You are a stinky bitch! I won’t be a human being if I don’t fuck you to death today!

The male artist cursed angrily, stepped forward and reached out to hold his wife's shoulder

Seeing this, other artists actually clapped and cheered, and one of them even whistled.

What are you doing? Let me go! My wife struggled desperately, but she couldn't resist the other person's strength and was pressed tightly on the sofa.

At this moment, the door was pushed open and a woman walked in. I was stunned. This white coat was dressed, with glasses, mask, and braids on the side. Isn’t this the female doctor I saw in the manager’s office that day?

Maybe it's the boss

There are also a few bodyguards following her

The boss made a gesture, and one of the bodyguards rushed up quickly and pulled the male artist who was trying to rape his wife.

Who are you and what are you doing?! The male artist said in a terror, and the others were also staring at the scene in front of them, and they didn't dare to show off their grandeur.

Tie all the male artists here and take them to the next door! The boss said, but his voice was blocked by the mask, and he was a little distorted.

In the next room, four male artists were tied tightly with hemp ropes and kneeled in the center of the room.

Several bodyguards were arranged on the left and right sides, and on the sofa, the boss was sitting there, and she turned her eyes to her wife standing at the door.

You guys go down, the boss waved his hand to the bodyguard

The bodyguard bowed to him and then left the room one after another

Long time no see, come and sit down. The boss patted the sofa and said to his wife

The wife did not answer or go over, and she still leaned in front of the door. It seemed that they knew each other, but judging from her wife's appearance, it seemed that she was not in the way of dealing with the boss.

Don't worry, as long as you cooperate, I will do what you promised you.

My wife glanced at her and walked over

The boss nodded, and saw her pick up a box on the sofa and opened it. There was a whip inside, but it was different from the one used by his wife. There was no thorn on the whip.

For compensation, I'll give you this. Do you know how to do it? The boss handed the whip to his wife

My wife didn't go to pick her up, maybe she didn't know what the other party's purpose was

Those old guys tortured you so badly, do you hate them?

What exactly do you want to say? Didn’t you arrange all this? My wife’s eyes are empty

I just acted on orders, and you know that I have left the company long ago. Isn't it great to be free? But for you, I've come here.

Why, are you pitying me?

Whatever you think, hold this and you will be training soon. The boss shook the whip in his hand and said

The wife slowly stretched out her hand and took the whip: What do you want me to do?

From now on, the four men kneeling in front of you will do whatever you want. You will treat them as the old people who abuse you. If you want to kill or cut, it depends on your peace of mind. Their lives have already belonged to you.

The wife was slightly stunned. She looked at the four trembling men, holding whips in both hands, and her eyes showed a hint of unbearable expression.

Although her wife is cold, she is very kind inside. Not to mention killing and cutting them, she can't even whip them.

Why, can't you do it? The boss asked, do you know that you were almost raped just now, and your enemy is right in front of you, don't you take action?

Sorry, I can't do this. My wife stuffed the whip back into the boss's hand and was about to go out.

Slowly! The boss walked up to block his wife's way. You are so compassionate. You can still bear such great trauma from your body to your heart. This is the first time I have seen someone like you. You must know that you are now sorry for your husband.

That's my own business, it's my family business, it has nothing to do with you! My wife turned her head and refused to look at her

Hahaha! The boss actually laughed, and she suddenly raised the whip in her hand

Just a bang, followed by a man Ah's cry of pain

The male artist on the far left was whipped on the back, and he bent down in pain.

I think if I didn't have the outermost shirt, I would definitely see the whip marks on his back

You see, this is the man who wants to rape you. Now it's like a dog tied here and gets whipped. Are you feeling more happy? The boss raised the whip in his hand and said

But when the beaten male artist cursed: Damn, who are you? I can’t spare you, let me go!

Another whip sounded, and a blood-red mark appeared on the male artist's face.

It's incredible that it can be so accurate from the position of the forehead to the chin!

At this moment, the male artist screamed repeatedly, and almost fell to the ground with pain.

Who am I? I am your grandmother! The boss scolded and raped the male artist fiercely. The long whip in his hand kept dancing, whipping the other person mercilessly. The thin white shirt gradually oozed out red blood marks.