Chapter 207

"Let's go." Unexpectedly, Bureau Chief Zhang grabbed his arm, "It's so cold standing outside." She dragged him into the underwear shop.

He had accompanied Li Shanshan here once before. Facing the dazzling array of colorful bras and small panties, he still felt quite embarrassed. He followed behind Zhang Ailing with his head down, fearing that the female shop owner would recognize him. After all, when he accompanied Li Shanshan in last time, they both slipped into the fitting room, which left too deep an impression on the female shop owner.

Bureau Chief Zhang scanned the small panties and bras of various styles on the shelf while walking. Finally, she took a fancy to a small panty she was interested in, stopped, stood on tiptoe, reached out to hook it, but couldn't reach it, and deliberately ordered Zhao De: "Comrade Xiao Zhao, help me take that one down and have a look."

"Which one?"

"That one, black." Zhang Ailing pointed to the black thong with lace trim, a wicked smile on her face.

"Oh..." As soon as Zhao De saw the small panty she pointed to, he estimated that the thin strap couldn't wrap around the cherry mouth between Zhang Ailing's legs at all, right? His earlobes felt a bit hot, so he reached out and took it from the shelf, and handed it to her with a red face.

"Does it look good?" Bureau Chief Zhang spread out this thong and asked for his opinion.

Zhao De only saw that this small panty was just two one-finger-wide straps sewn together, black with lace trim, and the vertical strap was as thin as gauze, almost translucent. If she wore it, he estimated that the mysterious area would be looming. Thinking that such a serious and knowledgeable woman like Bureau Chief Zhang would wear such a sexy and hot thong, how hot would it be? He immediately had some wild thoughts.

"Comrade Xiao Zhao, what are you thinking about?" Zhang Ailing shook the thong in front of his eyes, interrupting his reverie.

"Oh... good-looking... good-looking." He smiled with ill intent.

Zhang Ailing immediately blinked her bright eyes, stood on tiptoe, leaned her face over, leaned into his ear, and whispered: "I'll wear it for you to see tonight!" The tone was a bit of an order, which made Zhao De feel that this old woman's sentiment was unusual.

He didn't speak, pursed his lips, and smiled at her knowingly.

"Boss, help me pack this one." Zhang Ailing smiled at Zhao De and turned to order the female boss.

"Okay." The boss walked over with a smile, took the thong, scanned Zhao De with the corner of her eyes, and walked to the counter to pack the thong.