Chapter 40

A sweet smile appeared at the corners of Zhao De's mouth. He thought to himself, Sister Lan is quite concerned about me, so he immediately replied: I'm off work soon. What are you doing, Sister Lan?

Soon Ma Lan replied: Why don't you have a meal with me after work?

Zhao De thought to himself that she could still remember him, and he was quite lucky, but he was afraid she would be with those leaders, so he had concerns and replied: Sister Lan, who are you eating with?

Ma Lan simply called him. Zhao De was stunned for a moment, answered the phone, and Ma Lan said, "De, why don't you have a meal with me at noon? It's just me and my daughter. You come, having one more person will make it more lively."

Zhao De asked in surprise, "Sister Lan, you have a daughter? Don't you have a husband?"

Zhao De was quite curious. Sister Lan told him last night she didn't have a husband, so where did the daughter come from? Could it be she lied to him? Or did she get a divorce or something?

Ma Lan smiled and said, "My daughter is seventeen, but she's disobedient and doesn't study well. You come first, I'll tell you about my business slowly when I have a chance."

Zhao De agreed, "Alright then, where are you?"

Hearing him agree, Ma Lan smiled happily, "Xiaoxiang Club on Jiefang Road, hurry up."

Zhao De smiled ghostily, "Sister Lan, I know, I'll go downstairs and hail a taxi right away."

Zhao De hung up the phone, feeling happy in his heart. He didn't expect such a charming rich woman to be so attached to him so quickly, which made him unable to contain his joy.

With a happy smile at the corners of his mouth, Zhao De got up, left the office, locked the door, and whistled as he went downstairs. At the first-floor stairwell, he ran into Zhang Xiaoyan. Zhao De asked with a ghostly smile, "Beauty, have you eaten yet?"

As soon as Zhang Xiaoyan saw Zhao De, she was a bit timid. She shook her head in a flustered and uneasy manner and said, "Not yet, I was just about to go eat."

Zhao De smiled at her lecherously and said, "Then hurry up and go eat, don't go hungry." Thinking of seeing Sister Lan, he whistled to himself, walked out of the Coal Bureau gate, hailed a taxi at the gate, got in, and said to the driver, "Xiaoxiang Club on Jiefang Road."

The shanzhai phone in his pants pocket was a bit thick, making his thigh ache. When Zhao De took it out to put it in his jacket pocket, he thought of the spring scenery he had secretly filmed inside, and a triumphant smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. He opened the recording. He didn't expect this shanzhai phone to have a playback history function, so it started playing directly from where he last watched. As the video showed Zhang Xiaoyan being pressed on her body by Deputy Bureau Chief Wang and moving, moans came out of the dual speakers. Zhao De was so scared he hurriedly exited.

The taxi driver looked in the rearview mirror and joked, "Can you download movies on your phone too?"

Zhao De smiled awkwardly and said, "Yes, yes."

The driver laughed, "Phones these days have so many functions."

Zhao De smiled and didn't speak again. He put the shanzhai phone into his jacket pocket, recalling the plot he had just seen in his heart. Zhang Xiaoyan had already had her coat and white shirt stripped open by that bastard Wang Anguo, her bra lifted up and hung around her neck, and her pair of big breasts were white and tender, the nipples still pink, small like red beans dotted on them, extremely tempting. From yesterday to today, he had experienced Zhang Aiai and Ma Lan. Although both of them had well-maintained figures and were very passionate when intimate, after all, they weren't young anymore and had both given birth to children. Naturally, those things that women were proud of couldn't be compared to a twenty-three or twenty-four-year-old virgin.

When the car arrived at the entrance of the Xiaoxiang Club on Jiefang Road, as soon as he got out of the car, Zhao De saw Ma Lan's Audi. Zhao De knew what kind of person someone was by looking at their car. Under normal circumstances, people who drive Audis have taste. Like his father, the nouveau riche, who drove a BMW SUV, and there were three or four cars at home, either BMWs or Mercedes-Benzes. But now, he didn't even have an Alto.

Zhao De knew Ma Lan was a woman with taste. Women with taste have substance, and at the same time, they are active and charming in bed. He liked her very much and felt as if he had walked into a peach blossom forest, with beautiful encounters happening every day.

Just as Zhao De was about to walk in, Ma Lan came out from inside, holding her phone and about to call him. Zhao De had a comfortable smile on his face and called out to her.

Ma Lan looked up, a warm smile overflowing at the corners of her mouth, and said, "I was just about to call you, and you're here."

Zhao De said, "Sister Lan, you brought your daughter too? Won't it be embarrassing?"

A look of dejection appeared on Ma Lan's face, and she said, "It's hard to have a meal with her, and she's not willing. I haven't accompanied her much since she was a child, and she doesn't have any feelings for me. Sigh! Let's not talk about it, let's go in."

Zhao De followed Ma Lan into the Xiaoxiang Club, went up to the second floor, and arrived at the door of the private room. Ma Lan pushed the door open, and Zhao De followed her in. He was startled to see that the person sitting inside was the little sister he had picked up at the bar that night.

Could this seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl be Ma Lan's daughter? Did I do that with both mother and daughter? Zhao De thought, feeling a bit panicked.

Ma Ting was playing a game and hadn't noticed Zhao De yet. Ma Lan pulled the stunned Zhao De in, smiled, and introduced, "This is my daughter Ma Ting, and this is my friend Zhao De."

Ma Ting originally raised her eyes casually, but discovered it was Zhao De, the handsome guy who got her drunk at the bar that night, opened a room with her, made love, and disappeared before dawn? Ma Ting widened her eyes, full of surprise, and couldn't help but say, "Why is it you?"

Ma Lan looked at the two of them curiously and asked, "You know each other?"

Zhao De's heartbeat accelerated, feeling uneasy. He feigned a smile and said, "Oh, no, it seems like I met her once at a bus stop when I was taking a bus? Right?"

Zhao De was extremely panicked in his heart, fearing that Ma Ting would tell the truth in front of her mother, Ma Lan. But then he thought, after all, that kind of thing happened that night, she couldn't possibly tell Ma Lan, right?

Ma Ting glanced at him, knowing he was uneasy in his heart, and then a strange smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, and she nodded: "He stepped on my shoe when I was taking the bus once, and he didn't even apologize to me!"

Only then did Zhao De's hanging heart settle down, and he let out a long breath. Seeing this, Ma Lan smiled and said, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, don't be nervous. If you stepped on it, you stepped on it. You don't get to know each other without fighting." Ma Lan thought Zhao De let out a long breath because he felt apologetic after seeing her.

Ma Lan pulled out a chair and greeted, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, sit down quickly. You still have to work in the afternoon, sit down and eat together."

Zhao De glanced at Ma Ting. She lowered her head and pretended to look at her phone, but was actually secretly laughing at him.

Zhao De sat down next to Ma Lan and warned himself that he must not make any excessive moves toward Ma Lan in front of Ma Ting, and he must behave more gentlemanly.

After sitting down, Ma Ting swept a glance at Zhao De with her watery big eyes and asked Ma Lan, "Mom, how did you get to know him?"

Ma Lan unwrapped the sealed chopsticks, bowl, and plate for Zhao De, and explained to Ma Ting with a smile, "Him? He works at the Coal Bureau and is the secretary of the Deputy Bureau Chief. Because of company business, I often have to run to the Coal Bureau, so we got familiar after a few times."

Zhao De poured a cup of tea for himself, took a sip to calm his nerves, pretended to sweep a glance around the private room casually, and smiled, "The environment of this private room is not bad." In fact, he was looking at the mother and daughter, Ma Lan and Ma Ting, and comparing them in his heart; Ma Lan was mature and charming, as beautiful as a blooming rose, while Ma Ting was youthful and lively, like a bud about to bloom. Although she looked quite mature in her dress, the flat chest and butt that he had already handled, and the childishness on her face, showed she wasn't old.

The mother and daughter in bed, one was charming, crazy, and passionate, the other was shy, delicate, and welcoming, each had its own benefits, each had different feelings. One was very tight, rubbing a bit painfully, the other was slightly loose, but very watery and moist.