Chapter 1832

"Hmph," He Liping glared at Zhao Desan and continued, "Save it. You don't call me sister? Do you think I'm a fool? You two teamed up to fool me, what do you take me for?"

Zhao Desan hurriedly explained, "How could I fool you? You've seen Zhao Da, she's Zhao Da's wife!"

Zhao Desan was a bit flustered by He Liping's questioning.

The two people over there were also undergoing a psychological battle. The man asked the woman, "You don't have to be afraid that he's back. I've already met him; he's just a little kid, and he actually overestimated himself and tried to compete with me in drinking, only to be knocked down by me!" No need to ask, this man was Hu Tao, and the woman accompanying him was Zheng Jie. The two met when Hu Tao's construction company ordered building materials from Zheng Jie's store.

Hearing the man's words, Zhao Desan was about to explode. He tried to stand up but was held down tightly by He Liping, who whispered, "Don't act rashly. We aren't here to clarify the unit matter today, so you must listen to me if you want to get what you want."

Zhao Desan looked at He Liping blankly and sat back down. Just as he sat down, he suddenly remembered something, grabbed He Liping's hand and asked, "What? Does this matter have something to do with them too?"

"Of course, otherwise why would I bring you here?" He Liping answered affirmatively.

Zhao Desan was even more dizzy now. He really hadn't expected that a matter of the Construction Committee would involve three women who had direct or indirect relationships with him. This made him wonder what to do! The most fatal thing was that Zheng Jie was actually involved in this matter. How could he handle this?

Numerous doubts and encouragements almost crushed Zhao Desan's spirit. He lowered his head and bit his tongue hard. It was very painful, proving this wasn't a dream but a living reality.

Just as Zhao Desan was struggling between confusion and right and wrong, the music on the floor had changed to a slow four-step dance. Hu Tao and Zheng Jie were holding hands and entering the dance floor. Seeing them so intimate, Zhao Desan wished he could go up and beat that brat Hu Tao to vent his hatred.

Zhao Desan's eyes were as wide as they could be, but he still watched Zheng Jie and Hu Tao disappear into the crowd on the dance floor. Just then, He Liping patted his leg and said, "Let's go, let's go down and dance a song, let me show you a spectacular scene..."

Zhao Desan understood He Liping's meaning but asked worriedly, "What if they recognize us?"

At this moment, Zhao Desan's heart was like a spilled bottle of five flavors; he had all kinds of feelings. On one hand, he had to deal with He Liping's various questions, and on the other, he was worried about the progress of Zheng Jie's situation. He had never been as sad as he was today; he felt stifled but had no one to vent to. He understood even less how the migrant workers coming to the unit to make trouble for their hard-earned money could have anything to do with Zheng Jie and Hu Tao.

While puzzled, he stumbled down to the dance floor with He Liping. Because it was a slow four-step rhythm, the lights in the dance floor dimmed. The men and women embracing in the dance floor were almost face-to-face; there was no footwork to speak of. Zhao Desan had to follow He Liping's example and embrace tightly, moving bit by bit into the dance floor.

Before long, under He Liping's guidance, Zhao Desan found his target. He couldn't help but feel nervous. He wanted to know what the two were doing, but was afraid of being discovered.

This feeling was truly a torment. He Liping seemed to understand Zhao Desan's thoughts very well, so she put her mouth to Zhao Desan's ear and whispered, "It's okay, you put your face on my shoulder and get closer, and you can see more clearly."

Zhao Desan really didn't understand what kind of psychology He Liping had. Why did she help him obtain evidence of Zheng Jie and Hu Tao's shameful acts? He really wanted to just walk away, but curiosity drove Zhao Desan to follow He Liping's instructions.

This time he really saw it clearly. 'Seeing clearly' actually meant being able to see a rough outline vaguely; he could only see the general movements of Zheng Jie and the other person, but couldn't see the specific details of their small actions.

Buried on He Liping's fragrant shoulder, Zhao Desan felt a faint fragrance but couldn't feel any happiness. His attention was entirely focused on the pair of dogs in the darkness. He saw a pair of big hands slowly rubbing Zheng Jie's buttocks behind her back. The two figures stuck tightly together, showing no gap. Zhao Desan was so nervous that his palms were sweating. He kept shouting in the depths of his heart, 'Zheng Jie, you must hold on, don't be bewitched by this dog thing. You must know, you must know that this man is the most fickle radish!'

Zhao Desan's heart was bleeding. He watched as the big hand behind Zheng Jie slowly left that place. One hand was holding her waist, but the other hand couldn't be seen. Damn it, Zhao Desan cursed inwardly, because at this time, he wasn't afraid of seeing, but afraid of not seeing! That invisible hand could be doing anything.

Due to nervousness, Zhao Desan held He Liping's body very tightly. As they moved slowly, he could clearly feel the softness of He Liping's chest. Looking at Zheng Jie's situation, it was almost the same as his side, which was enough to prove that Hu Tao, that brat, could also taste Zheng Jie's softness just like him... ===== CHAPTER 1833 =====