Chapter 1054

Because Zhang Hui had her back to Zhao De, he couldn't see clearly that it was her, and like the other men, he watched her walk into the VIP channel without blinking.

From her back, Zhao De could basically conclude that this woman was a young woman. Zhao De was most fond of young women, especially those exuding a mature flavor, and then with a little bit of amorous style. He felt that such young women were more beautiful than peach blossoms and more charming than the scorching sun, exuding a charming and amorous atmosphere of women, which was most likely to cause physiological impulses in men. Just now, seeing those two round, straight, and long beautiful legs wrapped in dark green tight pants, Zhao De was a bit restless.

"Number 112, please go to Counter 3 to handle business."

"Number 112, please go to Counter 3 to handle business."

The broadcast reminded him twice in a row before Zhao De realized it was his turn; he had been letting his imagination run wild just now. He hurriedly got up, trotted to the counter, inserted his card, and said: "Withdraw all the money in the card."

The teller swiped the card and said: "There's still 22,000."

"Withdraw it all," Zhao De said. From working in June to now, it had been seven months, with a salary of more than 3,000 a month. Because he had been living with Sister Su, the unit had subsidies for lunch, and he ate at Sister Su's home morning and evening, so he rarely spent money. But this time, going to Sanya to accompany Director Lan on a trip, others were using public funds, and he wasn't qualified, so he could only spend his own money.

After withdrawing the money from the card, he came out of the lobby, walked to the street, and reached out to hail a taxi when a Lexus suddenly stopped in front of him. Zhang Hui had also just withdrawn 200,000 in cash and got into the car when she saw Zhao De coming out of the bank. She stopped in front of him, rolled down the car window, looked at him with a charming expression, and asked: "Xiao Zhao, you withdrew money too?"

"Oh, right." Being seen by this young woman in the embarrassing state of standing on the street hailing a taxi but failing to hail one, Zhao De felt it was truly shameful.

"I just came out of the bank too," Zhang Hui cast a sidelong glance at him, her demeanor appearing extremely arrogant.

Zhao De looked at Zhang Hui's attire from top to bottom—beige trench coat, dark green tight pants. Wasn't this the young woman who made the men in the bank lobby restless just now? "Oh, so it was you, Mrs. Zhang, who came to the bank just now. No wonder a group of men were so restless," Zhao De said with a ghost-like smile.

Being told this, Zhang Hui felt a bit satisfied and looked at him, asking: "Where are you going? I'll take you."

"Where are you going?" Zhao De asked. If it was on the way, he could let her take him a segment; anyway, taxis were hard to hail now. If it wasn't on the way, forget it.

"Me, going to the Prince Hotel," Zhang Hui didn't think of guarding against Zhao De, so she said casually.

Zhao De asked with great curiosity: "What are you going to the Prince Hotel for?"

"Your Director Zheng, looking for people to play cards. We're one short, so I'm going to make up the number," Zhang Hui said.

Zhao De gave an "Oh," thinking that this old guy didn't go to work at the unit all day long, but was quite carefree. It turned out he was playing cards in a hotel room during working hours.

"Are you going or not? I'll take you a segment," Zhang Hui looked at him charmingly.

"If it's not on the way, forget it," Zhao De said.

Zhang Hui looked at him from top to bottom, suddenly looked at his crotch, and asked in a teasing tone: "How is the closed-door cultivation going? Wait until when you can let me try to see if your cultivation has made any progress."

Zhao De said with a ghost-like smile: "Mrs. Zhang, you're quite impatient. Don't you know that impatience can't eat hot tofu? There's still a week left. Once I come out of seclusion, you'll know how powerful I am."

Zhang Hui furrowed her brows, curled her lips, and said: "I actually want to now."

"Alright, hurry up and go play your mahjong," Zhao De said with a wicked grin, "Once I come out of seclusion, I'll contact you."

Zhang Hui looked at the watch on her wrist, afraid that Director Zheng would wait anxiously, so she said: "That's fine, I'm leaving first. If there's anything, call me." As she spoke, she started the car and drove toward the Prince Hotel.

Watching Zhang Hui drive away, thinking about his current status—the lowest-level employee of the Construction Committee, with a low salary, and having a bad relationship with Director Zheng. The embarrassing state of hailing a taxi just now being seen by Zhang Hui, who was driving a Lexus, truly felt shameful. Except for being able to completely crush others in bed, he could say that he couldn't compare to others in many aspects. Even when Zhang Hui was very eager for his nourishment, he had his own unspeakable difficulties. But fortunately, the injury on his second brother was recovering quickly. In a few days, it should be healed. Now the window above had all scabbed over, and some scabs were about to fall off automatically. Endure for two more days, and see how I conquer the world!

After hailing a taxi on the side of the road for a long time, he got into the car. Zhao De suddenly wanted to go to the unit to take a look and see Director Lan. After all, she had just had an abortion, and he didn't know how her body was recovering. So he instructed the driver to drive the car directly to the Provincial Construction Committee.

On the way to the Construction Committee, Zhao De suddenly saw Deputy Minister Li of the Organization Department driving toward the Prince Hotel. Wasn't this working hours? Why wasn't he staying at the unit? The sensitivity to everything cultivated in the officialdom made Zhao De quickly think that he must be going to the Prince Hotel to play mahjong with Director Zheng.

Hey, the lives of these big leaders are truly carefree; they go to the unit if they want, and don't go if they don't want to. Unlike them, the lowest-level ones, who can't be late or leave early at all. If it weren't for his injury, Director Lan would definitely not have allowed him not to go to the unit for two consecutive days.

More than ten minutes later, Zhao De arrived at the Construction Committee, got out of the car, paid the money, looked at the courtyard, and saw no one. So he walked in quickly, walked into the office building sneakily, came directly to the second floor, didn't go to his own office, but came to the door of Director Lan's office and knocked on the door lightly a few times.

"Come in," Director Lan's cold voice came from inside.

Zhao De pushed the door open lightly, walked in with a fawning smile, and closed the door from the inside. "Director Lan."

"Why are you here?" Lan Mei raised her head, looking at him with a confused gaze.

"Came to see Director Lan," Zhao De walked up with a grin and sat down opposite her.

Seeing his walking posture wasn't like a duck anymore, Lan Mei blushed slightly and asked him: "How is it below?"

"Much better, can be used in another day or two," Zhao De said with a wicked grin.

Lan Mei cast a glance at him, a blush appeared on her cheeks, and she said in shyness: "What are you saying."

Zhao De laughed and said: "I'm telling the truth; it will be fine after going to Sanya, absolutely won't be affected."

Lan Mei raised her face and looked at him strangely, then lowered her eyebrows and eyes, looking a bit shy, and said: "You said you booked the plane ticket?"