Chapter 1243: Then Why Don't You Divorce?

He Liping stared at him with white eyes and pouted slightly: "Then why don't you divorce! If you divorce, I'll divorce, and let you marry me!" The reason He Liping said this was to test Zheng Tulu's reaction. If he found various excuses to prevaricate, it meant Zhao Desan was right, and her own thoughts were also right—she was just a plaything for this old guy. If he hesitated and said he would consider it, it meant this old guy still had some sincerity for her.

As soon as He Liping said this, Zheng Tulu's expression changed immediately. The wicked smile on his face froze for a moment, and then he chuckled: "Liping, what's the difference between divorce and not divorce? Isn't it very good for us to be like this now? Look, my daughter is so old, it's not good to divorce. Besides, if you divorce, your husband will have a conflict with you, and then if he gets angry and makes a scene at the unit, won't that affect your reputation? Isn't it very good like this now? Anyway, as long as you, Liping, are by my side, I will treat you sincerely and will definitely not treat you badly."

Sure enough, Zheng Tulu's reaction was exactly the same as He Liping had expected. It seemed that she had no status in this old guy's heart at all; she was just a plaything he used to vent. He Liping finally understood her status in the old guy's heart. With a calm face, she smiled coquettishly: "If you don't divorce, then don't. Anyway, Old Zheng, you said you treat me well, don't leave me out of any benefits in the future."

"Liping, don't worry about this. How I treat you, you know in your heart without me saying it. If I didn't treat you well, would I have gone to such great lengths to promote you directly from the Municipal Construction Committee to the Provincial Construction Committee?" Zheng Tulu used this matter to show his sincerity, but these high-sounding words were just beautiful lies in He Liping's ears. A cold smile flashed across the corner of her mouth. She raised her face and looked at him with charming eyes, her crystal-clear eyes blinking, and said coquettishly: "I know, I know you treat me well, Old Zheng, I was just joking."

Zheng Tulu chuckled and looked at the 35-year-old He Liping seriously. He looked at her carefully from top to bottom and felt more and more that this woman seemed to have eaten an immortality pill, presenting a posture of reverse growth.

Seeing Zheng Tulu looking at her so lecherously, He Liping asked him somewhat coquettishly: "Old Zheng, why are you looking at people like this? They are almost cooked, what else is there to look at!"

Zheng Tulu looked at her extremely tall and beautiful chest without blinking. The pair of white steamed buns inside pushed her uniform suit round and full, with a visual feeling of being ready to come out, which made Zheng Tulu, who had read countless women, couldn't help but fix his gaze on her chest. While appreciating, he praised endlessly: "Liping, you have really changed."

"Isn't it still two eyes and one mouth? Where have I changed?" This was not the first time Zheng Tulu had praised her like this since seeing her again after more than a year, which made He Liping feel very satisfied. Although those surgeries cost her more than 100,000 yuan, judging from the current effect, it not only satisfied her, but even these picky men were so satisfied. It seems it was really worth the money.

"Changed, changed from top to bottom. Eyes, mouth, nose, and further down, chest, all changed." Zheng Tulu smiled and looked at He Liping's plump and graceful beautiful figure from top to bottom again, then leaned into her ear and whispered with a ghostly smile: "And there, the change is even greater, tighter and wetter than before."

He Liping pushed him away, rolled her eyes coquettishly, and whispered: "Old Zheng, you are so lecherous even when you are old!"

"Liping, am I really old?" Zheng Tulu said, intentionally looking down at his crotch that had already set up an umbrella, and then looked up and chuckled at He Liping.

"You are old in person but not old in heart." He Liping said somewhat shyly, sat on the sofa by herself, hugged her chest with both hands, and glanced at him sideways.

Zheng Tulu had long been ignited by her excellent figure that was fat but not greasy. He followed her and sat down beside her. Without minding at all, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her gently. Although He Liping couldn't get satisfaction from him, she still leaned into his arms tamely. The old guy's mouth was deeply printed on her hot, fragrant lips...

After returning to the office from Zheng Tulu's office with an indescribable mood, Zhao Desan remained silent, thinking about this matter blankly. He never expected that this old guy had secretly taken photos of him and Section Chief Lan. Thinking that he would control himself forever with these photos, Zhao Desan felt extremely irritable, almost on the verge of collapse. The scenes in the photos he had seen appeared alternately in his mind. At this time, his brain had gradually calmed down, and he gradually recalled the background of the photos. Suddenly, he remembered it all at once. The background was in the room of the Sanya hotel, which was what happened when he returned to the room on the night he accompanied Zheng Tulu to dinner. Thinking of this, there was another thing that had puzzled him at the time that was finally understood. That was, he had never understood why not only did he become very crazy that night, but Section Chief Lan, who was usually not very active, also appeared extremely excited. Throughout the night, the two of them seemed to have endless energy, making love all night without getting tired. The next day, Zhao Desan asked Lan Mei why she was so crazy that night. Lan Mei said she didn't know either, maybe she drank some wine, just felt her whole body was hot, and wanted to be fucked by him... Thinking of these, all the fog gradually receded, and the truth came to light. Zhao Desan finally realized that that day must also have been a trap carefully designed by that old guy. He drugged the wine, set up secret photography equipment in advance, and recorded everything that happened between him and Section Chief Lan in the hotel room that night.

In the past, this was his own trump card that worked every time he dealt with others. He didn't expect that this time he would be subdued by Zheng Tulu using this move. Zhao Desan felt too tragic. It really lived up to the saying "If you walk by the river often, how can you not get your shoes wet."

He was still not reconciled to voluntarily withdrawing from the competition for Deputy Section Chief like this. The first time he drugged and raped Lan Mei, let's not talk about it. He didn't expect that the second time, even he didn't use his brain and was calculated by that old thing with drugs. There is an old saying, "A person cannot fall in the same place." But Section Chief Lan happened to fall in the same place. It doesn't matter if one person falls, the key is that she also brought him along, and was caught by that beast Old Zheng! Zhao Desan really never expected that he would be so careful, yet he would be secretly calculated by Old Zheng. Thinking of this, he really felt that his brain was full of shit. How could he be so confused and listen to Zheng Tulu's sweet talk when he went to Sanya!

"Damn!" Unable to take it anymore, Zhao Desan seemed to forget that this was the office and slammed his fist fiercely on the desk. His sudden move immediately attracted the attention of the other three.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Because Xia Jian was seen by Zhao Desan coming out of a hotel after having an affair with a female college student, his attitude toward him was very different, calling him brother and brother.

Zheng Ru rolled her eyes at Zhao Desan and said in a reproachful tone: "What are you doing! You scared me!"

Zhao Desan saw that his move of being unable to take it caused such a big reaction, so he immediately held his finger that had been scratched by the latch and hadn't fully healed, pretended to be sad, and cried out "Ouch," saying to himself: "Accidentally touched my hand, it hurts me to death."

"Desan, I thought what happened to you, it turns out you touched your hand." Xia Jian's address to Zhao Desan became more and more intimate. In the whole unit, except for Lan Mei who would sometimes call him Desan when she was moved in private, others always called him Comrade Xiao Zhao. Suddenly, a big man called him "Desan," and Zhao Desan's teeth were almost soured. He frowned and said: "Ouch, Section Chief Xia, please don't call me that, just call me Comrade Xiao Zhao. If you keep calling me that, my gastric juice will spray out."

Zheng Ru also felt that Xia Jian's attitude toward Zhao Desan had been very enthusiastic since he came in the morning. Now he even called Zhao Desan "Desan" directly, so she couldn't help but laugh and said: "Still 'Desan,' ouch, if sister-in-law hears it, she will be jealous."

Xia Jian was ridiculed, his face turned red and green, and he was extremely embarrassed.

But because of Zheng Ru, Zhao Desan was played by Zheng Tulu. Thinking of this, Zhao Desan really couldn't swallow this anger. He thought that if it weren't for Zheng Ru, that old fox Zheng Tulu wouldn't have carefully set a trap to deal with him. He glanced sideways at Zheng Ru viciously, thinking that since he couldn't have a head-on conflict with Zheng Tulu now, he would attack from the side. Even if he couldn't stop Zheng Ru from being promoted to Deputy Section Chief, he couldn't let her sit in the position of Deputy Section Chief so peacefully. Looking at Xia Jian on the side, Zhao Desan knew that this guy was also secretly fighting for the opportunity to be Deputy Section Chief this time, and had always felt that after going to the Party School for training last year, he should be promoted to Deputy Section Chief, and had great expectations for this.

He himself was not good at spreading rumors, but he could do it through Xia Jian, letting him fan the flames below, and promote the dissatisfaction with Zheng Ru's promotion to Deputy Section Chief in the Construction Committee. Once a huge uproar was caused in the Construction Committee, even if Zheng Tulu relied on his power to stubbornly promote Zheng Ru, with dissatisfied remarks spreading everywhere, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to live peacefully, right? Even if I'm done for, I can't fall without a sound, Zhao Desan thought to himself. ===== CHAPTER 1244 =====