Chapter 3137

Zhao Desan thought to himself, so it really was for that man. What a profound thing "love" is; it seems that deep in everyone's heart, there is someone they cannot forget.

Zhao Desan said, "In my opinion, you are both middle-aged now; it's impossible to abandon your respective families. I think you and he should stop seeing each other, Sister He. If Director Zheng... if Director Zheng finds out, he won't be happy."

"Old Zheng? Heh, he just wants me to be his puppet, holding all the power in the unit. How can I keep working for him?" He Liping said, her words loosening after drinking.

Zhao Desan asked He Liping, "Sister He, what do you plan to do then?"

But He Liping had already drunk herself into a stupor, limp as a pile of mud. Zhao Desan looked at her current state and raised his wrist to check his watch, fearing that Sister Wu might be waiting anxiously at home. He said, "Sister He, you've had too much. Shall I find someone to take you back?"

"Mm-mm... I want to go to your place and see." He Liping struggled to climb up, making the request to Zhao Desan in a drunken haze.

"Ah?" Zhao Desan instinctively widened his eyes, letting out a cry of surprise.

Seeing Zhao Desan's surprised reaction, He Liping stared at him with bleary, drunken eyes and said, "What's wrong? Hiding a mistress?"

Helpless, in order to prove his innocence, Zhao Desan bit the bullet and helped He Liping up, taking her to another apartment he rented in the district. As he supported her swaying figure on the way there, Zhao Desan thought with lingering fear that it was fortunate he had rented two apartments in the district; otherwise, tonight would have been truly difficult to handle.

He brought He Liping into the apartment with great trepidation. Although she was drunk, as soon as she entered, she tried hard to open her eyes and look around, as if searching for something.

Zhao Desan asked, "Sister He, what are you looking for?"

"I'm seeing if there are other women," He Liping said muzzily.

Zhao Desan smiled awkwardly and said, "Where would there be other women? Sister He, you're drunk. Let me help you to the bedroom to sleep." With that, he helped the limp He Liping into the bedroom, tucked her into bed, took off her shoes, and covered her with the quilt. Only then did he let out a long sigh of relief; fortunately, she was drunk and hadn't made any other demands, or it would have been truly difficult to handle.

Sitting in the living room to catch his breath, Zhao Desan checked his watch. He had been out of the house for over an hour; Sister Wu must be waiting impatiently at home. He hurriedly got up, went to the bedroom to see that He Liping was already fast asleep, then walked out of the room and headed quickly toward the other apartment.

Zhao Desan practically jogged all the way home. When he opened the door, drenched in sweat, he discovered that Sister Wu had fallen asleep leaning on the sofa, covered by his coat, and the food on the dining table hadn't been touched at all. Seeing this scene, Zhao Desan felt he had let Sister Wu down.

He wiped the sweat from his face, walked into the room, gently closed the door, and tiptoed to the sofa. Seeing Sister Wu curled up on the sofa looking exhausted, he softened his steps further, went into the bedroom, took a quilt from the bed, and carefully covered her with it.

Looking at Sister Wu's serene expression, her oval face rosy and lustrous, her small lips pink and sexy, Zhao Desan felt an urge to kiss her. He stared at the sleeping Sister Wu, admiring her for a good while. Looking at the mature beauty lying on the sofa with a calm expression, pink cheeks, and white neck, looking so charming, he swallowed hard. Finally unable to resist the urge of his desires, he bent down and carefully pressed his mouth onto Wu Min's hot, fragrant lips.

"Mm..." As soon as Zhao Desan's mouth touched Wu Min's fragrant lips, he saw her slightly furrow her delicate brows, shake her head in a daze, and let out a muffled breath from her nostrils.

Zhao Desan was startled at first, but seeing that Wu Min had no further reaction, he continued. Slowly, he began to feel unsatisfied with just rubbing his lips against Wu Min's. Anyway, it wasn't his first time; he grew bold, extended the tip of his tongue, and gently licked and probed her fiery red lips. Gradually, Wu Min's delicate brows furrowed tighter, and she let out soft 'mm' sounds from her nostrils, seemingly enjoying the sensation.