Chapter 1783: No One Visits a Temple Without a Cause

He Liping finally realized that Zhao Desan was not a simple small character. However, what she cared about most was how Zhao Desan had offended Li Changping's wife. What she least hoped for was, of course, what she had thought. Still focusing on this question, she asked Zheng Tulu: "Then do you think it was because Zhao Desan did 'that' to Minister Li's wife that he offended him?"

"Who cares how he offended him!" Zheng Tulu looked lecherously at He Liping, who had an excellent figure and appearance, and then laughed, "Who cares if he did 'that' to Deputy Minister Li's wife, I'll do 'that' to you first." As he said this, he stood up.

A woman naturally hopes that she has killing power over men. If Zheng Tulu had no interest in her, He Liping would be the one worried. But seeing the old man walking toward her with shining eyes, He Liping was actually overjoyed in her heart. She looked at him coquettishly and said, "You still know that? I thought you had taken a fancy to some other beauty and forgotten about me!"

"How could that be!" Zheng Tulu walked over lecherously, sat down beside He Liping, put one arm around her willow waist, and then gently pulled her backward. He Liping cooperated and fell onto the sofa. Then, Li Changping looked at her slightly flushed face and couldn't wait to press himself on top of her...

Thinking of Ma Lan's alluring appearance, Zheng Tulu had even more drive. In three or two strokes, he stripped He Liping's clothes into a mess, buried his head in her open shirt, greedily sucking on her snow-white, upright breasts, one hand kneading the other breast, while the other hand lifted her professional tube skirt, skillfully rubbing the soft little mound through her panties. Before long, He Liping let out a soft gasp, and sticky nectar overflowed from between her legs, soaking her panties...

Because Zheng Tulu completely fantasized He Liping as Ma Lan at this moment, he soon became tense all over, and the member between his legs became as hard as iron. He soon held his gun and pressed it between He Liping's two wet clam lips. With a force of his toes and a downward press of his waist, he felt a tight, wet, and hot sensation wrapping around his already burning member. That warm, wet sensation not only didn't cool down his member, but instead further ignited his desire to charge into battle. He carried He Liping's two snow-white long legs on his shoulders and rode her vigorously. He Liping beneath him was completely immersed in this pleasure of being on the verge of death and immortality, moaning uncontrollably while uncontrollably touching her own upright, white, and tender beauty...

Just as Zheng Tulu felt a small fireball rolling in his lower abdomen, making him unbearably want to release it and thus accelerating his rhythm, his mobile phone suddenly rang. This familiar, sudden sound scared Zheng Tulu so much that he felt his soul fly away. His heart skipped a beat, and that iron-hard member immediately softened at an uncontrollable speed. He Liping, beneath him, also woke up from the illusion of beauty that was on the verge of immortality. Clearly feeling that Zheng Tulu's member had lost its hardness, she lifted her buttocks hard beneath him, stiffly launching an attack. Zheng Tulu was stunned for a moment, and regardless of the phone ringing, he started to attack again. But because the phone kept ringing endlessly on the desk not far away, it made Zheng Tulu unable to get excited anymore. That thing simply wouldn't listen to him and wouldn't get hard no matter what.

"Damn it, who is it! Disturbing my good deed!" Zheng Tulu was disturbed, couldn't get hard, and was so angry that he cursed while pulling up his pants and rushing to the desk to grab the phone. Seeing the name Zhang Jiayin displayed on it, he thought, speak of the devil and he appears. Zheng Tulu thought to himself, just a moment ago he was discussing Zhang Jiayin and Lin Dafa with He Liping, and now his call had come through.

Because the two were too familiar, Zheng Tulu couldn't vent too much anger at him. He suppressed his anger, which was three zhang high, fiercely pressed the answer button, and asked unpleasantly: "Old Zhang, what's the matter?"

"Director Zheng, how have you been lately?" Zhang Jiayin asked him with a smile on the phone.

"Just like that, can't say good or bad!" Because his good deed was disturbed, the feeling of being 'vasectomized' suddenly before release made Zheng Tulu feel extremely depressed, so his tone was different from usual.

"Old Zheng, you... do you have something on your mind?" Hearing that Zheng Tulu's tone was not as friendly and enthusiastic as usual, Zhang Jiayin called him Old Zheng affectionately.

"Old Zhang, try not to call during my working hours in the future; it affects my work. You can call during lunch break or after work," Zheng Tulu said, softening his tone.

"Alright, alright, I, Old Zhang, will remember that," Zhang Jiayin hurriedly said with a smile.

"Old Zhang, what's the matter with calling?" Zheng Tulu walked to the boss chair and sat down, asking with a softened tone.

Zhang Jiayin laughed and said: "Old Zheng, it's like this. Look, we haven't seen each other for a while. I'm arranging a drinking party tonight. If you don't have any engagements, Old Zheng, let's have a drink, what do you think?"

"Boss Zhang doesn't just want to drink with me, right?" Zheng Tulu asked straightforwardly.

Zhang Jiayin laughed and said: "Mainly to drink, and by the way, there is something I want to tell you, Old Zheng."

"I knew it, you, Old Zhang, don't visit a temple without a cause," Zheng Tulu said with a chuckle.

Zhang Jiayin echoed with a laugh, then asked: "Then I wonder if Old Zheng is willing to grace me with his presence?"

"I'll see. If there are no other matters, we'll talk after work." Because he had too many engagements, Zheng Tulu didn't agree directly.

"Alright, then I'll call you after you get off work, Old Zheng. I won't delay your work now, shall I hang up?" Zhang Jiayin said with a smile.

"Mm, we'll talk after work." Zheng Tulu put down the phone and said with a straight, angry face: "This Old Zhang, this call came at such a time! Delaying my good deed!"

He Liping had already lowered her skirt, sitting on the sofa, washing her shirt buttons, looking at Zheng Tulu with a face full of peach blossoms, and asked him: "Is it Zhang Jiayin?"

"Mm, speak of the devil and he appears! We were just talking about him, and he called," Zheng Tulu said unpleasantly.

"Is it like I guessed, asking you to handle something?" He Liping asked, looking at Zheng Tulu with a smug roll of her eyes.

"It really was guessed by you." Zheng Tulu looked at He Liping with a strange gaze, and while speaking, he stood up and walked to He Liping's side and sat down.

"Old Zheng, look at what you've done now, what are you going to do about this matter?" He Liping asked.

"The most important thing now is for us to handle our own business first." Zheng Tulu looked at He Liping lecherously and smiled, then put his hands on He Liping's shoulders and pushed gently. He Liping cooperated and fell onto the sofa. Then, Zheng Tulu climbed onto He Liping's body and started the good deed that hadn't been finished just now...

That afternoon, Hexi Province reported Li Changping to the central government, requesting the Organization Department of the Central Committee to approve the appointment of Li Changping as the Deputy Secretary in charge of security. After Secretary Jin called to tell him about this, Li Changping spent the whole afternoon excitedly circling in his office. At the same time, in another office, Su Qing sat in disappointment, not even having the heart to work.

Just as the Construction Committee got off work, Zheng Tulu had almost forgotten about the matter Zhang Jiayin called about in the afternoon. He packed his leather bag and was just about to leave when his phone rang again. Picking it up and seeing it was a call from Zhang Jiayin, Zheng Tulu remembered, so he answered the phone.

"Old Zhang, how is it? Are you free tonight? I've already booked the meal at the Shangri-La." Zhang Jiayin directly made a decision before asking, and asked with a smile.

"You've already booked the meal, so I have to be free even if I'm not. If I don't go, wouldn't that be giving Old Zhang too little face?" Having had a great afternoon in the office with He Liping, Zheng Tulu was flushed and energetic at this moment, and he really wanted to have a few drinks. ===== CHAPTER 1784 =====