Chapter 230: Rising and Falling

After sinking for a few minutes, she suddenly came to her senses, hurriedly pushed Zhao Desan away, and said while panting: "Comrade Xiao Zhao, forget it, I can't make it home! I'll let you do it next time!"

Zhang Ailing grabbed her pants, put them on, got off the bed, put on her high heels, took her wool coat from the chair, and turned back to say: "Comrade Xiao Zhao, I am leaving first. You are also tired, get some good rest." Then, while putting on her coat, she walked to the door, opened it, and went out, closing the door behind her.

Zhao Desan was left alone, lying naked on the wide and soft bed. He stood the pillow up, leaned against the head of the bed, and lit a cigarette. Recalling the taste just now, it was truly extraordinary, indescribably wonderful. The feeling of having sex was as violent as a storm. It truly lived up to the saying, "A woman at thirty is like a wolf, at forty like a tiger, and at fifty she can suck the soil while sitting on the ground."

Zhao Desan picked up his phone from the bedside table and looked at it. It was still early, not yet nine o'clock. Staying in the hotel alone was truly boring. Although he had just had sex with Zhang Ju once, he had come with all his might to serve Zhang Ju today. After only once, she went home to wait for her man. The couple only met once a month. Zhang Ju going home to wait for her husband would surely involve a night of tossing and turning. What should he do? The success of today's performance, winning a prize, and being praised by Deputy Mayor Yu in person—if he didn't reward himself, he would be letting down his mood today. Zhao Desan thought to himself that sleeping alone in such a wide and comfortable bed was a bit unfair to himself.

He started to have crooked thoughts again, pondering in his mind: who should he find to accompany him through this long night tonight?

From seventeen-year-old underage girls to forty-seven-year-old middle-aged women, the age span of women Zhao Desan had played with was very large. In general, his favorite was still the young married woman around thirty. This age is when a woman is at her most beautiful. The mature flavor emitted from her body is vastly different from women of other age groups. She is at the time node between a woman's childishness and maturity—plump, sexy, dignified, elegant, noble, gentle, and graceful, gathering all advantages in one body, unique and particularly fascinating. Not just Zhao Desan, almost all young people are fond of young married women.

Originally, he wanted to go back to the Bureau to find Bai Ling after the dinner today, but he was called to the hotel by Zhang Ju. Now it was late, and Bai Ling had also gone home to take care of her paralyzed husband, so Zhao Desan didn't consider her. After thinking for a while, he sent a message to Ma Lan: Sister Lan, are you asleep?

He had promised to accompany Ma Lan during the New Year's holiday. She had been waiting for this day for a long time. She hadn't been nourished by him for a long time. Ma Lan was like a pile of dry firewood placed to the side, waiting every day for the New Year to arrive quickly, so Zhao Desan could light a fire for her.

Ma Lan was watching TV in the living room with her daughter Ma Ting. The phone was placed on the coffee table and vibrated a few times. Before Ma Lan could react, Ma Ting grabbed the phone. Seeing it was a message, and it was sent by Zhao Desan, she wanted to open it and see.

Ma Lan glared at her angrily and said: "Can you respect your mother? Bring it here!" She snatched the phone back and only then saw Zhao Desan's name displayed on the screen. A burst of joy surged in her heart, which she couldn't suppress. She curled her lips, overflowing with a faint smile, hurriedly opened the message to read it, and quickly pressed the phone keys to send him a line: Not yet, I am watching TV with Tingting. Why did you think of sending a message to your sister?

Ma Ting saw her mother with a happy smile on the corner of her mouth, slightly frowned, curled her lips, and said: "Brother Desan sent you a message, and you are so happy!"

"Watch your TV!" Ma Lan glanced sideways at her daughter, "What are you, a child, meddling in adults' business for!"

"I am not a child anymore!" Ma Ting rolled her eyes, "I am almost eighteen, what child what child!"

Every sixteen or seventeen-year-old child is the same as her, always feeling that they have grown up, but in fact, they are ignorant of the world. The encounter of being raped by Gao Husheng didn't leave much trauma or shadow on her heart, but it was a relatively heavy blow to Ma Lan's heart. For her sake, Ma Lan ran around looking for connections and filing lawsuits, spending a lot of effort, but she still didn't appreciate it.

This little girl always thought that she was mature because she had done what adult men and women could do with Zhao Desan. In fact, it was not so; she was childish in both body and mind.

"What did Brother Desan send you?" Ma Ting asked arrogantly.

"Nothing, just asking if you are doing well recently." Ma Lan restrained her smile and lied calmly.

"I don't believe it!" Ma Ting rolled her eyes, "If he was asking about me, why didn't he send me a message! He must have said something else!"

Ma Lan was stunned for a moment, smiled faintly, and said: "Really, he was afraid it would be inconvenient to ask you, so he asked me."

"Che!" Ma Ting curled her lips and stood up to leave.

"Tingting, where are you going?" Ma Lan hurriedly put down the phone and asked her.

"Going back to my room to sleep!" Ma Ting didn't look back and walked upstairs.

Ma Lan sighed and shook her head. She really couldn't bear to scold this daughter. She had been pampered since she was a child, and had developed a lot of bad habits—arrogant and willful, getting angry at every turn.

However, her going upstairs to sleep was good; it left space for her to send messages to Zhao Desan. When she picked up the phone, Zhao Desan's message came back: Sister Lan, come out tonight, I want to... heh heh...

Ma Lan raised a smile on the corner of her mouth and replied: It's inconvenient tonight, Tingting is at home, wouldn't it be bad to leave her alone at home?

Zhao Desan immediately replied: What's bad about it? She is such a big person, and you don't need to coax her to sleep, just come out. I can't wait anymore, I haven't done that with you, Sister Lan, for a long time, I can't take it anymore.

Ma Lan was also unable to control herself after being told this by him. That lonely heart couldn't help but become hot, and she was a bit restless, wanting to go find him. But since her daughter was raped, she hadn't gone out at night. Moreover, if she went out now, Tingting would definitely know she was going to find Zhao Desan, and she felt it was bad. She forcibly suppressed the impulse in her heart and replied: Desan, you endure it a bit more, Sister will call you tomorrow, and we will do that properly, how about it?

Zhao Desan knew that Ma Lan also wanted to come over, but she had her difficulties. Besides, Tingting had that kind of thing happen, and he understood, so he didn't make things difficult for her. He put the phone on the bedside table in a dejected mood, lit a cigarette, and started puffing. In his mind, Ma Lan's graceful and charming figure appeared. Every time he was quiet alone, thinking of her gave him a special feeling, and that feeling had a hint of warmth.

After a while, the phone on the bedside table vibrated. Without thinking, he knew it was Ma Lan calling. He turned to his side, reached for the phone, and sure enough, her name was displayed on the screen. A faint smile rose on the corner of his mouth, and he pressed the answer button.

"Sister Lan, why did you call?"

"Tingting was by my side just now, it was inconvenient to call you. Now she is asleep, so I called you. What are you doing?"

"Be careful." A car came, and he took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Li Shanshan's fragrant shoulders.

"Desan, I am sorry. You know what happened to Tingting. I am not at ease leaving her alone at home now. Just endure it for one night, we can see each other tomorrow." Ma Lan's tone was full of apology.

"Sister Lan, how about we do that over the phone?" Zhao Desan thought of a novel idea. He had only seen this method on the internet and hadn't tried it yet. He suddenly had a whim and wanted to try it.

"Do that over the phone?" Ma Lan asked suspiciously, "Do what?"

"It's just that, you understand." Zhao Desan smiled mysteriously.

"Ah!" Ma Lan let out a cry of surprise, realized it, and said: "You mean that?" ===== CHAPTER 231 =====