Chapter 101: Loaded

"By the time you, this little man, become a high official, Sister will be old and withered, and you will be like that bastard Wang Anguo, with beauties as numerous as clouds around you. Will you still think of Sister!" Ma Lan gave him a look, not really believing his words.

Zhao Desan patted his chest and guaranteed, "Sister Lan, if you don't believe me, just wait and see!"

Ma Lan stayed at Zhao Desan's house for one night. The next morning, she sent the confidential information Zhao Desan had taken to her email and went straight to the company to prepare to weave the corresponding bid document.

During the seven days of the National Day holiday, Ma Lan personally led the planning department of Xinmao Mining to work overtime to create a bid document that could be called perfect. And during these seven days, Zhao Desan was having a blast.

He spent a day accompanying the young lady Ma Ting and playing the game between men and women. Young Lady Ren was truly innocent and cute. After finishing the happy business, she lay on the bed, pulled Zhao Desan's hand, and said coquettishly, "Brother, help me touch it. I heard from my classmates that only by being frequently caressed will it grow."

He opened a room at a hotel for two days, spending one day each with Zhang Xiaoyan and Wen Qian, releasing himself several times.

On the last day, Zhao Desan remembered Zhang Aiai, so he took the bus to the suburbs to find her. He hadn't nourished this beautiful rural young woman for quite a while.

On the bus, Zhao Desan recalled the scene of rolling on the wheat straw in Zhang Aiai's kitchen, feeling it was truly endless in aftertaste, and his mind began to wander. The bumpy bus ride made him anxious. He had been a bit busy lately and hadn't seen Zhang Aiai for several days. Thinking of her wearing simple clothes and those cloth shoes, Zhao Desan couldn't help but laugh. Having eaten delicacies from mountains and seas, tasting a bit of farmhouse fun occasionally was quite beautiful.

After nearly an hour's journey, he finally arrived at the station. As soon as Zhao Desan got off the bus, he rushed straight to Zhang Aiai's house. Arriving at the door, he found it locked from the inside, and people were coming and going in the alley. He grabbed the door knocker, knocked twice, and then hurriedly dodged to the side, fearing someone would see him.

After a while, the door opened. Zhang Aiai was wearing a hat only worn during the month of confinement, sniffing with grievance, and wearing old-fashioned clothes. Seeing it was him, a look of surprise appeared on her face, and her cheeks were slightly flushed from nervousness as she said, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, come in quickly."

Zhao Desan entered the door, and Zhang Aiai hurriedly bolted it. When she turned around, Zhao Desan had already impatiently pressed her against the back of the door, fiercely biting her lips and ears. Zhang Aiai was also like a long-drought field meeting sweet dew, unable to bear the hunger. She raised her face, stretched her neck long, let out a long "Uh," and tentatively hugged Zhao Desan's broad and solid back, stroking up and down. She felt too hungry; she hadn't smelled a man's scent for a long time, and the tobacco smell emanating from Zhao Desan made her like him too much.

It was like the feeling of suddenly breathing fresh air after being stifled for a long time. She breathed in big gulps, biting his tongue and sucking his lips with him.

Zhao Desan had smelled too much perfume, and the faint, elegant woman's scent on Sister Ai made him like it very much. His hands hugged her plump body, and as he stroked, the clothes on her back slid up. Zhao Desan's hands reached in from below, stroking her slightly fleshy waist. He felt too excited, pushed her against the door, and looked at her with burning lust, saying excitedly, "Sister Ai, I miss you!"

Zhang Aiai looked at him with burning eyes, but suddenly felt a bit shy, lowered her head, and said bashfully, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, shall we go into the room?"

Zhao Desan was extremely excited and said, "Right here!" He pounced on Sister Ai like a wild beast, biting her lips, and from top to bottom, a slippery tongue comforted her fair neck.

*Dong, dong, dong. * The door was ringing. Zhao Desan thought it was the sound made by Sister Ai's hands shaking the door bolt, so he thrust even harder.

*Dong, dong, dong. * A few more sounds. Sister Ai calmed down, looked out through the crack in the door, and realized it was her son standing outside. She hurriedly stood up, panicked, and whispered instructions to Zhao Desan, "Go hide quickly, my son is back, hide in the backyard!"

Zhao Desan cursed inwardly, *Fuck! The little brat had to come back at this time to disturb my good business with Sister Ai. * Unwillingly, he stuffed his treasure back in, zipped up, and trotted to the backyard to hide.

"Mom! Open the door!"

"Coming, coming!" Sister Ai responded in a panic, hurriedly pulled up her pants, lifted the clothes hanging on her waist to her shoulders, quickly buttoned them, and opened the wooden door in a fluster.

Her son looked angry and said, "Mom, why do you always lock the door? Why lock the door in broad daylight!"

Zhang Aiai's heart was still thumping, and below she was watery and wet. In a short while, the crotch of her elastic pants was soaked. Fearing her son would see, she clamped her legs together, feigned calmness, and said, "Mom is busy and afraid someone will come to steal things. Why did you come back?"

Her son said, "Give me some money, I'm going to buy bread with my classmates!"

Zhang Aiai reached into her pocket, took out her worn-out wallet, took out five yuan with a heart-aching feeling, and said, "Spend it sparingly."

Her son snatched the money and turned to go out.

Seeing him walk away, Zhang Aiai closed the door and leaned against it, closing her eyes and letting out a long sigh of relief. When her mood calmed down, she looked down and saw that in her panic, she had even buttoned her clothes wrong, and she burst into a giggle. ===== CHAPTER 102 =====