Chapter 1708

"You are too bad, really too bad." The female model twisted his arm gently and said coquettishly.

"Ouch..." Zhao Desan frowned and called out, but this was not because of pain, but because the twist was too gentle, too tender, making Zhao Desan couldn't help but get goosebumps all over.

Just at this time, the female model's mobile phone rang. She answered a call, stuck out her tongue playfully at Zhao Desan, and whispered: "Time is up, the boss is urging, I have to go out. Handsome, find me next time you come." While saying this, she got off the bed and put on her shoes.

"Alright, continue to find you next time." Zhao Desan said, and played a dirty hand on her plump buttocks that were raised high because she bent down to put on shoes, and chuckled.

"Handsome, you are really too bad, bad enough to make people like you." The female model turned her head and gave him a coquettish white look while putting on shoes.

Zhao Desan chuckled and said: "Then play some new tricks for me next time you come."

The female model put on her shoes, stood up and tidied up her camisole, and said: "As long as you come, handsome, I will let you go from behind next time. To tell you the truth, you are the only guest who made me reach orgasm. I found that I have a crush on you, but I am at work now and cannot always accompany you. I can only hope you come to find me next time." Saying this, the female model actually walked up and kissed Zhao Desan on the forehead unexpectedly, and then looked at him affectionately and said: "Goodbye."

"Goodbye." Zhao Desan was stunned for a moment and said.

Then he saw the female model looking at him reluctantly, walking to the door of the room step by step, opening the door, and disappearing.

Recalling the passionate scene with the female model in the stewardess outfit just now, it really made Zhao Desan have endless aftertastes. To tell the truth, he had conquered so many women, basically all of them were beautiful young woman types, and this was the first time with a model. Although it was in this kind of place to buy spring, there was no true feeling, but the thoughtful service and skilled techniques still made Zhao Desan experience unprecedented freshness, especially when he looked at the stewardess riding on him and shaking forgetfully, that feeling was like really messing around with a stewardess on a plane, it was simply stimulating...

While recalling, while smoking, until the mobile phone rang, it interrupted Zhao Desan's recalling thoughts. He picked up the mobile phone and saw that it was a message from Zheng Jie. Opening it, Zheng Jie said in the message that Zhao Desan was not there, and she and her daughter Nini felt very lonely living in the rented two-bedroom apartment and missed him very much.

Zhao Desan replied that he also missed Zheng Jie, instructed her on some things to pay attention to in life, and also asked about the situation in the building materials company this month. From Zheng Jie's text message reply, he learned that although there would be guests coming to the building materials store now, there were not many businesses that were really talked down, and they were all buying materials for individual families to build houses or renovate, and the amount was very low.

Zhao Desan knew that the building materials business must not be easy to do now, especially when the store just opened, there were no customers, no repeat customers. He told Zheng Jie not to be anxious, just operate the building materials company with peace of mind, and let Shuanzhu do any physical or running errands. After he finished training and study and went back, he would pull another business for her.

After sending a dozen text messages back and forth with Zheng Jie, Zhao Desan looked at the time and it was not early. He had enough fun, so he should go back to the hotel to sleep. Therefore, he got up, put on his clothes, took his mobile phone and wallet, walked out of the room, and went to the first floor to check out. Only then did he know that the service attitude of the model was good, and the price was really not cheap. Plus the stewardess outfit props, the total consumption was 888. But the matter had been done, Zhao Desan could only check out very dashingly, but actually he was very distressed and walked out of this four-story "Heavenly Home".

As soon as Zhao Desan walked out of the door of "Heavenly Home", he suddenly saw a familiar figure getting off a taxi. He hurriedly walked in the opposite direction, then hid behind an electric pole and looked. Sure enough, it was a division chief of the Henan Provincial Construction Committee who lived in the room next to him. It seems that the method of knocking on the door and sending cards to attract customers is really immediate. At the same time, Zhao Desan also understood a truth: as long as it is a man, he simply cannot resist temptation, and there is no need to doubt these people's servants.

Thinking wildly all the way, he returned to the hotel, and Zhao Desan lay on the bed and went to sleep. Because the next day was the only holiday rest day in the month of training, Zhao Desan slept until he woke up naturally, and didn't wake up until after one o'clock in the afternoon. This month of training was indeed boring and tasteless, but it was quite fulfilling. This sudden rest day made him unable to sleep, and staying in the hotel was boring, which made Zhao Desan a bit at a loss for a while, so he went to find the colleagues next door, only to find that everyone had gone out.

Disappointed, he returned to the room, lay on the bed again, recalled his plan before coming to Beijing, and suddenly remembered that before coming to Beijing, he planned to go to Tiananmen Square to pay homage to the photo of our great leader Chairman Mao. For this reason, he specially borrowed Lan Mei's SLR camera. Thinking of this, Zhao Desan sat up from the bed, picked out a casual outfit from his suitcase, changed into it, packed himself very satisfactorily, then put on the SLR camera, put on sunglasses, and turned into a fashionable gentleman, walked out of the hotel swaggeringly, and took a taxi at the hotel entrance to head toward Tiananmen.

Because today was not the weekend, after arriving at Tiananmen Square, Zhao Desan saw that the crowd was not as surging as the legend, and in the afternoon, there was no flag-raising in the square, and there were no activities. The people were sparse, not many at all. This was good. Zhao Desan was most afraid of many people, so he stood far away in the square, took photos and paid homage to Chairman Mao on the Tiananmen Tower, looked at the magnificent Tiananmen, and the Great Hall of the People on the left, and a kind of solemn respect arose in Zhao Desan's heart, full of respect and admiration for the older generation of proletarian leaders. At the same time, he thought of the current political scene, where almost all government units were filled with unworthy people, and the various struggles and blatant violations and corruption in officialdom had reached a shocking degree.

In this solemn and great place, while Zhao Desan was full of respect for the older generation of proletarian revolutionaries, he felt incomparable disappointment with the current Chinese officialdom. Although he knew that he was already trapped in the mud and stepped into this muddy water, his father's accidental departure had a great impact on Zhao Desan. It was precisely because he understood that China was a power society that he wanted to walk his own political career in this complex officialdom that was surging with undercurrents, full of traps, and could be calculated by others at any time.

It was also here, in this square where countless "legends" and controversial events had occurred, that Zhao Desan met the woman who helped him greatly, the woman he once saved at the risk of his life on the street in Xijing City at midnight.

At that time, the afternoon sun shone on Zhao Desan's new clothes. He was putting the SLR camera in front of his eyes, watching the bustling scene on Chang'an Avenue from the viewfinder. The coming and going crowd, the bustling traffic, the plainclothes police who occasionally walked on Chang'an Avenue with sharp eyes to maintain the stability of Hexi, the solemn and solemn Tiananmen Tower, and the armed police soldiers standing straight like sculptures at the sentry post in front of the Tiananmen Tower, constituted the picture in the viewfinder.

This country is really full of magic, as mysterious as Laozi, Zhao Desan thought triumphantly.

At this time, a woman's beautiful shadow walked into my career, came up from the underground passage, and stood at the exit of the passage, not knowing what she was doing. The height of 1.7 meters, the fashionable and sexy dress, made Zhao Desan's attention involuntarily shift to her. Alright, since you have come in, then I won't look at Chairman Mao, look at the beauty. Zhao Desan began to look at this woman from the camera viewfinder.

It was really a beauty. Although the face was sideways and could not see the front, the beautiful lines, the plump buttocks and breasts, and the white calves under the blue dress were all items that a top-grade beauty should have. I don't know why, at this time, Zhao Desan felt that this beauty was a bit familiar. In other words, there was a feeling of familiarity.

Maybe it's because I think every beauty I see is familiar, Zhao Desan muttered self-deprecatingly. He continued to repeatedly identify this woman. After training in Beijing for more than a month, his heart, which had been depressed and manic after separating from the women he cared about, actually felt a trace of warmth. His body even had some agitation. Of course, for Zhao Desan, his agitation was never very pure. To put it lightly, it was agitation, and to put it heavily, it was sexual fantasy.

Just as he was fascinated by watching, the beauty suddenly turned around, and Zhao Desan saw a beautiful face with black-framed glasses, but that face was stiff. Zhao Desan really felt a trace of familiarity, but he knew that maybe this familiarity was his instinctive feeling after seeing a beauty. The beauty's eyes carried a cold look, and she walked straight toward him.

Damn it!, peeping was discovered by others! Zhao Desan panicked, his index finger habitually placed on the shutter trembled, click... the beauty was frozen in his camera. Zhao Desan hurriedly put away the camera, turned around, looked at the Great Hall of the People on the side, and pretended to look at the scenery as if nothing had happened.

"Hey!" A cold voice came from behind.

Zhao Desan turned around and saw this woman standing beside him, glaring at him with unfriendly eyes, who looked very familiar. This time he really felt she was very familiar, but he just couldn't remember where he had seen her.

At the moment of seeing this woman at close range, Zhao Desan trembled all over. This woman was simply impeccable in beauty, and her whole body revealed a noble and elegant temperament. Zhao Desan admitted that he had seen many beautiful women, but this woman was beautiful. He finally understood the difference between pretty and beautiful. At the same time, Zhao Desan also saw a trace of melancholy in this stunning beauty's eyes... The beauty must have been looked at somewhat unscrupulously by Zhao Desan, her white cheeks flushed, and her voice increased by a decibel: "Hey! Why are you sneakily peeping at me? You hurry up and delete the photo!"

936. Chapter 923: Teach You a Lesson

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