Chapter 152: Rising and falling

After sinking into it for a few minutes, she suddenly came to her senses, hurriedly pushed Zhao Desan away, and said, panting, "Little Zhao, stop, I won't make it home in time! I'll let you do it next time!"

Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Zhang Ailing grabbed her pants, put them on, got off the bed, put on her high heels, took her wool coat from the chair, and turned back to say, "Little Zhao, I'm leaving first. You're tired too, get some good rest." Then, while putting on her coat, she walked to the door, opened it, and went out, closing the door behind her.

Zhao Desan was left alone, lying naked on the large, soft bed. He propped up the pillows, leaned against the headboard, and lit a cigarette. Recalling the taste of just now, it was truly extraordinary, indescribably wonderful. The feeling of their hanky-panky was as fierce as a storm. It really lived up to the saying, "At thirty, a woman is like a wolf; at forty, like a tiger; at fifty, she can suck the soil while sitting on the ground."

Zhao Desan picked up his phone from the nightstand and looked at the time. It was still early, not even nine o'clock. Staying in a hotel alone was truly boring. Although he had just had hanky-panky with Zhang Ju once, he had put all his effort into serving her today, and after just one round, she went home to wait for her man. The couple only saw each other once a month; Zhang Ju would definitely be in for a night of tossing and turning once she got home to wait for her husband. So what was he supposed to do? The success of today's performance, winning an award, and receiving praise from Deputy Mayor Yu to his face—if he didn't reward himself, he would be letting down his mood today. Zhao Desan thought to himself that sleeping alone in such a large, comfortable bed was a bit unfair to himself.

He started hatching a crooked scheme again, pondering in his mind who he should find to spend this long, lonely night with.

From seventeen-year-old underage girls to forty-seven-year-old middle-aged women, the age range of women Zhao Desan had played with was very wide. In general, his favorites were young married women around thirty. This age is the most beautiful time for a woman. The mature aura they exude is vastly different from women of other age groups. They are at the turning point between childishness and maturity in a woman's life—plump, sexy, dignified, elegant, noble, gentle, and graceful, gathering all advantages in one body. They are unique and particularly fascinating. It's not just Zhao Desan; almost all young people are fond of young married women.

Originally, he had wanted to go back to the bureau to find Bai Ling after the dinner, but he had been called to the hotel by Zhang Ju. Now it was late, and Bai Ling had also gone home to take care of her paralyzed husband, so Zhao Desan didn't consider her. After thinking for a while, he sent a message to Ma Lan: Sister Lan, are you asleep?

Zhao Desan felt a bit flattered and chuckled: "Whatever the leader arranges, I'll do it. After all, I haven't been in the bureau for long."

Ma Lan was accompanying her daughter, Ma Ting, watching TV in the living room. Her phone was on the coffee table, and it vibrated a few times. Before Ma Lan could react, Ma Ting grabbed the phone. Seeing it was a message, and from Zhao Desan, she wanted to open it.

Ma Lan glared at her angrily and said, "Can you show your mother some respect? Give it here!" She snatched the phone back and saw Zhao Desan's name on the screen. A surge of joy welled up in her heart, uncontrollable. She curled her lips into a faint smile, hurriedly opened the message, and quickly pressed the keys to send him a line: Not yet, I'm watching TV with Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Tingting. What made you think of sending your sister a message?

Ma Ting saw the happy smile on her mother's face, frowned slightly, curled her lips, and said, "Brother Desan sent you a message, and you're that happy!"

"Watch your TV!" Ma Lan glanced sideways at her daughter. "What are you kids meddling in adult matters for!"

"I'm not a kid anymore!" Ma Ting rolled her eyes. "I'm almost eighteen, what kid are you talking about!"

Every sixteen or seventeen-year-old child is like her, always thinking they are grown up, but in reality, they are ignorant of the world. The experience of being raped by Gao Hu didn't leave much trauma or shadow on her soul, but it was a heavy blow to Ma Lan's heart. For her sake, Ma Lan ran around, found connections, and filed lawsuits, going to great lengths, yet she still didn't appreciate it.

This little girl always thought that because she had done what adult men and women do with Zhao Desan, she was mature. In fact, it was not so; she was childish in both body and soul.

"What did Brother Desan send you?" Ma Ting asked arrogantly.

"Nothing, just asking if you've been well lately." Ma Lan restrained her smile and lied calmly.

"I don't believe it!" Ma Ting rolled her eyes. "If he was asking about me, why didn't he send me a message! He must have said something else!"

Ma Lan was stunned for a moment and smiled faintly, "Really, he was afraid it wouldn't be convenient to ask you, so he asked me."

"Tch!" Ma Ting curled her lips and got up to leave.

"Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Tingting, where are you going?" Ma Lan asked, hurriedly putting down the phone.

"Going back to my room to sleep!" Ma Ting didn't look back and headed upstairs.

Ma Lan sighed and shook her head. She really couldn't bear to scold this daughter, who had been spoiled since childhood, developing a lot of bad habits—arrogant, willful, and getting angry at the slightest provocation.

However, her going upstairs to sleep was actually good, as it left space for her to message Zhao Desan. When she picked up the phone, Zhao Desan's message had come back: Sister Lan, come out tonight, I want to... hehe...

Ma Lan raised a smile at the corner of her mouth and replied: It's not convenient tonight, Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Tingting is at home. Wouldn't it be bad to leave her alone at home?

Zhao Desan immediately replied: What's bad about it? She's a big girl, you don't need to tuck her in. Just come out, I can't wait anymore. It's been so long since I did that with you, Sister Lan, I can't take it anymore.

Ma Lan was also unable to restrain herself after being told that, and her lonely heart couldn't help but heat up, feeling restless and wanting to find him. But since her daughter was raped, she hadn't gone out at night. Besides, if she went out now, Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Tingting would definitely know she was going to find Zhao Desan, and she felt that was not good. She suppressed her inner impulse and replied: Desan, just be patient a little longer. I'll call you tomorrow, and we'll do that properly, how about it?

Zhao Desan knew that Ma Lan also wanted to come, but she had her difficulties. Besides, he understood what happened to Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Tingting, so he didn't make things difficult for her. Feeling dejected, he put his phone on the nightstand, lit a cigarette, and began to puff away. Ma Lan's graceful and charming figure appeared in his mind. Every time he was alone and quiet, thinking of her gave him a special feeling—a feeling with a hint of warmth.

After a while, the phone on the nightstand vibrated. Without thinking, he knew it was Ma Lan calling. He turned on his side, reached for the phone, and sure enough, her name was on the screen. A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he pressed the answer button.

"Sister Lan, why are you calling?"

"Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Tingting was right next to me just now, it wasn't convenient to call you. Now that she's asleep, I'm calling you. What are you doing?"

"Thinking of you," Zhao Desan said with a sigh. "Sigh, it's a pity you can't come out."

"Desan, I'm sorry. You know what happened to Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Tingting. I'm worried about leaving her home alone now. Just be patient for one night, we can see each other tomorrow." Ma Lan's tone was full of apology.

"Sister Lan, how about we do that over the phone?" Zhao Desan thought of a novel idea. He had only seen this method on the internet and hadn't tried it yet. Suddenly, he had a whim and wanted to try it.

"Do that over the phone?" Ma Lan asked suspiciously, "Do what?"

"Just that, you know," Zhao Desan said with a mysterious smile.

"Ah!" Ma Lan exclaimed in surprise, then realized and said, "You mean that?" ===== CHAPTER 231 =====