Chapter 1090: Kept you waiting

Zheng Tulu felt that since he had seen her and Zhao Desan's intimate actions in person today, she would definitely come to this meal. "Fine." As he said this, he looked at the Vacheron Constantin watch on his wrist that Zhao Desan had given him. "Yo, it's already twelve o'clock. Comrade Xiao Zhao, go up and call Section Chief Lan now. I'll wait for you two at the catering department downstairs." He stood up as he spoke.

Zhao Desan also stood up, nodded, and said, "Alright, I'll go up and call Section Chief Lan." He crossed the road with Zheng Tulu and walked into the Ritz-Carlton Hotel.

Zheng Tulu went to the catering department, while Zhao Desan walked into the elevator, went up to the floor where Lan Mei's room was, and arrived at the door. He reached out to knock, but just as he knocked once, he suddenly remembered that the room card was in his possession, so he took it out and opened the door.

Enjoying boundless pleasure and the most extreme joys of life, the indulgent, soul-stirring ecstasy made Zhao Desan forget that Zheng Tulu was still waiting for them at the hotel's catering department. This wait lasted for more than half an hour; the ashtray was filled with cigarette butts. Zheng Tulu looked at his watch anxiously—how long had it been? Why hadn't they come over yet? And why hadn't they even sent a message? To ensure the smooth completion of his scheme, Zheng Tulu had specifically gone out halfway through and bought an aphrodisiac at a marital aid shop, which he then slipped into the bottle of Wuliangye on the table, while he himself had taken the antidote in advance.

Really waiting too anxiously, Zheng Tulu stubbed out his cigarette, stood up, walked out of the private room, went straight into the elevator, went up to the floor where Lan Mei's room was, and arrived directly at her door. Just as he was about to raise his hand to knock, he suddenly heard the sound of a man panting heavily from inside, accompanied by a woman's faint, delicate gasps.

Damn! Starting again? Zheng Tulu couldn't believe his ears. He never expected Zhao Desan, this brat, to have such outstanding physical stamina. As far as he knew, this was the second time in just a few hours. Added to what he had overheard last night, how many times a day did they need to be satisfied? Thinking of himself, even if Lan Mei were to pose seductively in front of him completely naked, his limit was twice a day, and that was pushing his life to the brink, unless he used Viagra, which could allow for one more time, but such stimulants caused great damage to the body, so Zheng Tulu didn't use them lightly.

"Knock, knock, knock." Zheng Tulu really couldn't stand the sense of loss from hearing others enjoying themselves in the room while he had no place to use his own strength, so he simply knocked on the door directly.

The atmosphere of pleasure, the ultimate enjoyment—what a wonderful atmosphere, suddenly interrupted by this jarring knocking. Zhao Desan, who was riding on Lan Mei's delicate body, immediately stopped his movements. He and Lan Mei, whose face was flushed with passion, looked at each other in panic and turned their eyes to the door simultaneously.

"Who is it?" Lan Mei asked, panting slightly.

"It's me, Xiao Lan. Is Comrade Xiao Zhao there with you?" Zheng Tulu asked with a sly smile on his lips, looking perfectly serious.

Zhao Desan immediately winked at Section Chief Lan, signaling her not to deny it, and then he immediately suppressed his panting, which hadn't yet subsided, and answered with a smile: "Director Zheng, I'm here, I'm here." As he spoke, he jumped off Lan Mei, quickly pulled up his pants, and whispered to her: "Section Chief Lan, hurry up and get dressed. Zheng Tulu is calling us to eat together."

Lan Mei was stunned for a moment, but didn't think much of it. She pulled up her panties, climbed off the bed, grabbed her silk shirt, put it on her snow-white body, and quickly buttoned it up. Because she was really nervous, she didn't notice that she had buttoned it wrong in her haste. After putting on the shirt, she hurriedly put on her pleated skirt and leather jacket, looked in the mirror, and straightened her messy, long hair, which immediately cascaded down like a waterfall.

"Open the door." Zheng Tulu stood outside the door, imagining the two people inside in a panic because of his arrival, and a triumphant cold sneer appeared on his lips.

"Coming, coming." Lan Mei finished tidying her clothes and looked at Zhao Desan. He was already dressed, and for some reason, he suddenly ducked into the bathroom.

Lan Mei patted her chest, which was heaving due to nervousness, and then walked forward to open the door. "Xiao Lan, I've been waiting for you two downstairs to go eat. What were you doing inside? Why did it take so long to come down?" Zheng Tulu deliberately looked at Lan Mei with a strange expression. That suspicious gaze made Lan Mei, who had a guilty conscience, afraid to meet his eyes. Her expression changed slightly, and her gaze was no longer so arrogant, but rather evasive. "Director Zheng, please come in first." Lan Mei saw Zhao Desan washing his face in the bathroom out of the corner of her eye, so she invited Zheng Tulu in.

A sly smile flashed across Zheng Tulu's lips. After walking in, he looked around and saw Zhao Desan stooping over the sink washing his face. As he walked over and sat on the sofa, he asked nonchalantly: "Comrade Xiao Zhao, I asked you to come up and call Section Chief Lan down for dinner. Why didn't you come down after coming up? I've been waiting for you two downstairs for more than half an hour."

Zhao Desan had his own reasons for getting off Lan Mei and running to the bathroom; it was to create a false impression to avoid arousing his suspicion. "Director Zheng, I'm really sorry. As soon as I came up, my stomach started hurting, and I've been having diarrhea. I just finished in the bathroom, and you came up. I'm really sorry to have kept you waiting, Director Zheng." As he spoke, Zhao Desan walked out of the bathroom, touching the water droplets on his face.

Lan Mei, whose heart was pounding, saw Zhao Desan acting so nonchalant and couldn't help but feel that this guy was truly too clever. His brain seemed to be equipped with a motor; how could it turn so fast? Her own mood became less nervous as a result.

Zheng Tulu had already been eavesdropping on the passionate scene in the room from outside the door for quite a while, so he naturally knew he was acting for his benefit. But in order to successfully implement his scheme, he feigned ignorance and said with a sanctimonious air: "The dietary habits here are different from those in the North; you can't just eat anything. Did you eat something wrong? Especially those food stalls on the street at night—they're simply not fit to eat. There are some near the hotel at night; you have to be careful."

Zheng Tulu's words had a double meaning: one interpretation was that he was a leader showing meticulous concern for his subordinates; the other was to give them a warning, letting them know that their every move was actually under his control. Yet at the same time, Zheng Tulu looked very serious, not at all like someone who knew they had gone out for a late-night snack last night.

Only after hearing his words did Zhao Desan feel a bit strange. However, seeing that he was calm and didn't seem to have anything wrong, he dispelled his concerns, thinking he might be overthinking it, and nodded obediently: "Maybe I ate something wrong. Thank you for the reminder, leader."

Zheng Tulu smiled and said: "Anyway, we won't be staying here for many days, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

Lan Mei glanced at the wrinkled bedsheets after rolling around on them, fearing that Zheng Tulu might notice something, so she smiled lightly at the right time: "Director Zheng, let's go down to eat. I'm really sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."

"Alright, since Comrade Xiao Zhao is done with his diarrhea, let's go." Zheng Tulu stood up as he spoke. Zhao Desan and Lan Mei looked at each other, followed him out of the room, and went downstairs to the private room.

After sitting down, Zheng Tulu ordered the waiter to serve the dishes and said to them: "I've waited for you for so long, the dishes are already ordered. I don't know if you like them or not."

Zhao Desan, who was extremely eloquent, said with a fawning smile: "Whatever Director Zheng likes, I like."

Zheng Tulu pointed at Zhao Desan, shook his finger, and laughed: "Comrade Xiao Zhao, you really know how to talk. You've had diarrhea for so long, I reckon your stomach is empty. Eat more dishes in a while to replenish your strength."

Zhao Desan said with a fawning smile: "Yes, yes, I definitely need to eat more. It's really too embarrassing to have kept you waiting for so long, Director Zheng."

Zheng Tulu looked around at the two of them with a smile and said: "Since you say you've kept me waiting for so long, shouldn't you make amends?"

Zhao Desan said with a fawning smile without a second thought: "That's for sure. Director Zheng, you tell me, how should I make amends?" ===== CHAPTER 1091 =====