Chapter 1785: Aren't You Afraid of Getting Pregnant?

"Old Zhang just called and asked me to call you along to attend his dinner party," Zheng Tulu said truthfully.

"This drinking party tonight won't be easy to handle." He Liping suddenly popped out with such a sentence that made Zheng Tulu feel inexplicable.

"What do you mean?" Zheng Tulu said, looking at He Liping with a puzzled gaze.

He Liping rolled the toilet paper she had used to wipe the flower petal cave into a ball and threw it into the trash can. Then, while tidying up her panties, she said: "It's just what we said this afternoon. Zhang Jiayin wouldn't have arranged this drinking party to invite you, Old Zheng, for no reason. There must be something."

Zheng Tulu felt that what He Liping said was also right, but it was still a bit inconvenient for him to refuse this drinking party. After all, they were old acquaintances, so he said: "It might not necessarily be the matter we talked about; maybe it's something else."

He Liping tidied her skirt and asked, looking at Zheng Tulu while picking up her bag: "Just at this time, he suddenly called you to drink; it must be related to this matter. If you don't believe it, Old Zheng, you'll know when you go to drink in a while."

"Who cares, I've already promised Old Zhang, so I certainly have to go," Zheng Tulu said.

"Then we're going now?" He Liping tidied her skirt and asked, looking at Zheng Tulu while picking up her bag.

"Are you all packed?" Zheng Tulu asked with a wicked smile.

"I can't take a shower, and you keep shooting inside. Aren't you afraid I'll get pregnant with your child!" He Liping rolled her eyes at Zheng Tulu and said.

"You were the one who was ** (intimate) several times, insisting that I shoot inside," Zheng Tulu said with a lecherous smile. Then he stood up and walked out of the office with He Liping, talking and laughing as they walked downstairs. When they reached the first floor, they happened to run into Lan Mei coming out of the building. Suddenly seeing Lan Mei appearing in front of him so gracefully, Zheng Tulu's heart was attracted by her. That cold and beautiful face, those exquisite features, the slender willow waist, the tall and graceful figure, the front and back, the curves and fullness, she was truly a beautiful young woman, and also a 'white tiger' (a woman with no pubic hair) among women. Since He Liping came to the Construction Committee and served as Deputy Director assisting Zheng Tulu, the old man hadn't had the chance to get close to Lan Mei again. A deeper reason was that Zhao Desan stood on the same side as Lan Mei, and he was still afraid that Zhao Desan would deal with him because of this, so during this period, he almost never took the initiative to go downstairs to the office to talk to Lan Mei. Lan Mei's walking posture was head held high and chest out, graceful, with coldness mixed with arrogance. Zheng Tulu liked her cold and arrogant feeling; only then did he feel full of conquest and a sense of achievement. Suddenly seeing her, the old man's mind recalled the life of threatening her with the nude photos in his hand and taking her to Baoping City to attend a meeting. During those half a month, the old man almost exhausted the ultimate happiness of the world. Lan Mei was like a tool for his pleasure; he could do whatever he wanted. Every night, he couldn't resist the temptation of such a beautiful person and wanted to have a big battle with her, exhausting all kinds of techniques. In half a month, he made Lan Mei like a slut, and she was also submissive, sometimes even lying in the room for a whole day naked. Recalling that kind of life, the old man missed it extremely, but now it was impossible. He had no chance to conquer her for the time being.

Lan Mei also saw Zheng Tulu and He Liping. Out of politeness, she still greeted them with a faint expression. Zheng Tulu immediately became all smiles and said enthusiastically: "Little Lan is off work too?"

Lan Mei smiled faintly, walked down the steps directly, got into the car, and drove away.

Looking at Lan Mei's upright figure, elegant walking posture, plump buttocks, and slender willow waist, Zheng Tulu couldn't help but praise in his heart: She is truly a beautiful young woman who makes people feel pity and love!

"Alright! They're all gone! What are you still looking at!" He Liping, who was on the side, saw Zheng Tulu staring at the rear of Lan Mei's car with a foolish, infatuated smile, and said with jealousy.

Hearing He Liping's words, Zheng Tulu realized he was a bit unseemly, so he hurriedly turned around, said "Oh, oh" twice, and then said seriously: "Let's go, let's go, Old Zhang is waiting at the Shangri-La!"

"Truly old but not old at heart, lecherous to the bone!" He Liping followed behind Zheng Tulu and muttered while glaring at his back.

After getting into the car, Zheng Tulu personally drove He Liping toward the Shangri-La.

In a luxury private room of the Shangri-La catering department, Zhang Jiayin was earnestly communicating with Lin Dafa and his eldest daughter, Zhang Hui.

"Where did Old Zheng go?" Zhang Jiayin said to himself, raising his wrist to check his watch.

"Old Zhang, where did you get the news about what you said? Why don't I know about it?" Lin Dafa sipped his tea, still a bit puzzled about the purpose of Zhang Jiayin arranging this dinner party.

"I heard it from a friend in the Municipal Government. The government hasn't issued official documents yet, but it's coming soon. The Chanba Development Zone is a good place; the land value appreciation potential there is very high. I don't know how many people want to fight to develop there, so let's invite Old Zheng and those people from the Land Bureau to have a meal early, talk early, and strike first. Otherwise, once the documents are officially issued, you won't have a chance to intervene at all. Xijing City is not like Yuyang City, where you, Old Lin, only have one or two opponents there. There are too many capable and wealthy bosses in Xijing City."

"Isn't your Beichen Real Estate the leading boss of real estate companies?" Lin Dafa flattered him, took two cigarettes from the Zhonghua cigarette pack on the table, handed one to his in-law Zhang Jiayin, put one in his own mouth, looked at the table, and then put his hands in his pockets.

Seeing this, Zhang Hui picked up the lighter from the table and handed it over.

Lin Dafa lit the cigarette, handed the lighter to Zhang Jiayin, took a puff, blew it out slowly, and then asked: "Old Zhang, have you handed over your group company entirely to Yingying to manage now?"

"Mm, I have retreated behind the scenes now. I've worked for so many years and I'm tired and can't move anymore. Mainly, our Beichen Real Estate is oriented toward prefecture-level cities and counties, and we often have to run around. I'm old, and my body can't take it," Zhang Jiayin said while taking a puff of his cigarette.

Lin Dafa laughed and flattered him: "Old Zhang, look at you, your hair is still pitch black, where can you see that you are old? Look at me, my hair is gray, I look like an old man at first glance. Huihui, don't you think so?" As he spoke, Lin Dafa turned his head to speak to his daughter-in-law, Zhang Hui.

The young woman Zhang Hui smiled coquettishly and said eloquently: "You are not old at all, you are only in your fifties, how can you be called old?"

Lin Dafa was very satisfied with this daughter-in-law. With her assistance, he had relaxed a lot. Moreover, although he had good relationships with government leaders, sometimes there were things he couldn't handle for a while, but his daughter-in-law Zhang Hui could handle them very smoothly. This made Lin Dafa very impressed. Because his son Lin Jianyang was in politics and entered the official career, he gradually handed over the family's industry to Zhang Hui. When he had to handle some small things, he wouldn't come out himself, but would send his daughter-in-law Zhang Hui to handle them. Every time, she could complete the task perfectly. "Old Zhang, look at your daughter, how well she speaks," Lin Dafa said with a smile. ===== CHAPTER 1786 =====