Chapter 297

Zhao Desan liked to hear sweet words from women when doing business, especially when such words came from the mouth of Bureau Chief Zhang, his usually serious and earnest immediate superior. It felt like a special kind of stimulation, which was like adding fuel to the fire for him, who was burning with desire, making him truly unable to endure it.

"... Really... really comfortable... too comfortable." Zhang Ailing was lying on her stomach facing the wall, her face to the side, panting.

"Will... will you get pregnant?" Zhao Desan asked, panting and a bit worried.

Zhang Ailing glanced at him sideways, smiled charmingly, and exhaled like an orchid: "How... how old am I... I had a sterilization surgery long ago... you just go ahead inside..."

Zhao Desan was relieved then. The feeling of releasing inside her body was truly incomparably comfortable, especially being able to make a woman feel comfortable, which seemed to make him feel incredibly happy too.

"Hold me." Zhang Ailing instructed.

Zhao Desan raised his hand, wrapped it around her body, and held her tightly.

"Do you like it, Bureau Chief Zhang?" Zhao Desan asked with a "hehe" laugh, feeling a bit proud.

Zhang Ailing laughed intoxicatedly: "I like it... I like it to death... if you're not tired, then do it again."

That afternoon, Zhao Desan served the Bureau Chief well in the Junyue Hotel, letting her spend several hours in a state of drunken dreams and death.

Toward evening, the phone in Zhao Desan's pants pocket suddenly vibrated. He knew a message had come. He guessed it should be from Li Shanshan. After all, he had been caught by Li Shanshan's parents while accompanying Bai Ling to the abortion surgery room at the hospital today, and they had warned him not to associate with Li Shanshan anymore. The two elders should have told their daughter about this incident too.

Because of this, Zhao Desan felt a bit uneasy, fearing that Li Shanshan would come to settle scores with him. He knew this girl's temper quite well.

Zhang Ailing had been satisfied several times and was currently closing her eyes, not knowing if she was resting or savoring the pleasure just now. Zhao Desan bent down and took his phone out of his pants pocket, seeing that he hadn't received any message. The phone had clearly vibrated just now, right? While puzzled, he suddenly thought of the other found phone.

Driven by curiosity, he put his own phone back into his pants pocket and took out the other found phone. Sure enough, he saw a message from a mobile number that hadn't been saved.

Because of curiosity, he simply opened it to read the message. He saw a line of text on the screen: Hello, this message is from the owner of the phone you are holding. If you see this message, please call back to contact the owner of the phone. There will be a generous reward, thank you.

So it was from the owner of this phone, and it was sent for me to see. Zhao Desan thought to himself. He was just curious about what the owner of this phone looked like, and whether it was the beautiful and moving mature woman in the photos on this phone. Because he was curious about the owner of this phone—or to be precise, curious about the woman in the phone's photo album—Zhao Desan decided to call the number that sent the message. First, listen to the voice to see if it was a woman. If it was a woman, then he would act as a living Lei Feng once and returning the phone to her would be nothing.

Zhao Desan looked at Bureau Chief Zhang, who seemed to be fast asleep, and was a bit stuck for a moment. If he just left without a word, would the Bureau Chief blame him when she woke up?

He had served her beautifully for a whole afternoon and let her spend several hours comfortably, so she shouldn't blame him, right?

Zhao Desan pondered in his heart. Because he was full of curiosity about the owner of the found phone, he decided to leave. He quietly pulled open a corner of the quilt, got down from inside carefully, put on his clothes and pants on tiptoe, helped the Bureau Chief tuck in the quilt gently, and then carefully opened the door and went out.

As soon as he came out of the Junyue Hotel lobby, it was already evening. The cold air of the twelfth lunar month was biting. Standing on the street, he shivered from the cold, lit a cigarette, and couldn't wait to know what the female owner of this phone looked like. So he used the number sent by this phone to call back.

The other party answered the phone quickly, and a sweet but slightly anxious woman's voice came through: "Hello, may I ask if you picked up my phone?"

This voice is quite intoxicating. She should look pretty good, right? It's best if she's the woman in the self-taken photos in the phone's album, Zhao Desan thought happily, and said unhurriedly: "Yes, I picked up your phone. So how should I return it to you?"

"Then... then you name a place and I'll come to get it? I will definitely thank you in person."

Zhao Desan asked with a calm smile: "Thank me? Then what will you use to thank me?"

The woman on the other end of the phone said hurriedly: "I... how about I give you five hundred yuan as a reward? I have many important phone numbers on my phone. You name a place, and I'll come find you now."

Five hundred yuan? Heh, what I want is not this mere five hundred yuan, but... hehe..., Zhao Desan said with a light laugh: "There's no need for a five hundred yuan reward... I want to know if you are coming alone later or?" He was afraid that if this woman brought a man, his ideas would not be realized.

"I'm alone... then since you don't want money, I... how should I thank you?" The woman with the sweet voice on the other end asked, puzzled.

Zhao Desan laughed: "How about this... have you eaten dinner tonight? If you haven't, just treat me to a meal." Actually, it wasn't for the sake of eating; eating was just to be able to have more contact with this woman.

The other party considered for a moment and agreed: "Alright then... I'll treat you to a meal. Where are you? I'll come find you now."

Zhao Desan thought for a moment and said: "Jiefang Road, there are many restaurants there. What color clothes are you wearing? So I can recognize you later."

"A deep purple coat. I'll contact you by phone later. I'll call this phone you're holding now."

Zhao Desan said "Hmm," and that was settled. Thinking that he would soon see the charming mature woman from the self-taken photos on the phone, he felt a bit itchy. For new things, he was always full of spirit.