Number One Ugly Husband

50. Dong Dong Dong Dong Du Du Du Du…

Translator: Guy Gone Bad

In fear of being blown off with the bed, the slaves bound all the beds together and tied their hands on the bed frame. For the whole night, he beds were clashed with each other in the strong wind.

After the sleepless night, the wind became even stronger, which hindered people from keeping their eyes open or normally walk. But the deacons still rushed the slaves to get on the truck to work.

The truck first stopped at the factory where Jiang Yu and other slaves worked, then stopped at the site.

After Jiang Yu and his fellows got off, the truck lost its balance in the wind. When it arrived at the construction site, it was overturned by a sudden gale.

On the moment of the truck’s falling, Bao Ye jumped out of the truck and teleported himself to the sanity department.

Lao Liu and Nian Gao was cleaning the room.

Since they didn’t shut the windows off, the whole building was covered by dust, and the cleansing would cost their several days.

Bao Ye cleaned Dongling Ce’s office and went to help Lao Liu.

On eight o’clock, Wang Qiao still didn’t show up.

Lao Liu was worried and said, “With such strong wind, Sis Wang may not come here today.”

Nian Gao snorted, “It’s better for her to miss today’s work than to get involved in some incident on the way here.”

Lao Liu sighed.

Bao Ye was cleaning the gate, he stopped and asked, “We’ve finished the first floor, shall we go up to the second floor?”

Nian Gao looked at Bao Ye and saw a limousine hauled outside the door, then their owner, Dongling Ce got off. Although the gale was blowing hard, his black long hair remained tidy on his back, and the dust could not approach him either.

“Here comes His Majesty.”

Nian Gao quickly hided the dirty mop and bucket in case of contaminate the owner’s eyes.

Bao Ye was shocked. How could this psycho come to work in such strong wind?

He hurried to open the gate for Dongling Ce, and rushed to close the gate for shielding the dust outside.

Dongling Ce’s mood turned good somehow when he saw Bao Ye. “Nice weather.”

Bao Ye’s intuition told him that the psycho was planing something evil.

He glimpsed at the sky covered by sand and replied, “Your Majesty, it’s time to try to wear a pair of glasses.”

Dongling Ce’s lips curved, “I said the wind is nice and suitable for flying kites.”

Bao Ye’s eye corner twitched, “Are you sure you are talking about flying kites, not setting off people in the air?”

The curve on his lip corners increased, “Find me a thick, long rope and send it to my office.”

“So, you want to make a kite?” Bao Ye doubted, “Don’t you need paper, sticks and glue?”

“Nope.” Dongling Ce stepped into the elevator for the tenth floor.

Ten minutes later, Bao Ye finally knew why Dongling Ce didn’t need paper and sticks.

Because this psycho tied the rope on his wrist, threw him out of the window and flied him as a kite!

Bao Ye flied to the sky before he could ever realized what happened. “Fuck, Dong dong dong dong du du du…”

His face and mouth was blown like the waves in the sea, and his whole face was distorted. He was not only hard to speak, but also got a full mouthful of sand.

Bao Ye covered his mouth immediately and spitted out the sand.

Dongling Ce sat beside the window with the rope in his hand. He let loose the rope as well as sipping the tea in his cup. In the next second, he saw Bao Ye’s pants being peeled off by the wind.

Bao Ye tried to reach for it but it was too late. The pants of slaves were loose cropped pants tied by the old elastic bond, which could be easily taken off by the strong wind.

Seeing the little buddies of Bao Ye’s lower body, Dongling Ce couldn’t help to laugh out loud.