Chapter 5378

Seeing Zhao Desan sit down, Chen Guoqiang smiled and picked up his glass, greeting him: "Come, District Mayor Xiao Zhao, let us few continue drinking."

Zhao Desan did not decline, raised his glass to take a sip, and then recounted what he had just seen and heard in the restroom. Several people were amused to the point of laughing out loud. For a time, the atmosphere in the private room was very lively, and Chen Guoqiang even gave a thumbs up and laughed: "Awesome!"

Zhao Desan chuckled and said: "What's so awesome about it?"

Chen Guoqiang laughed and said: "I was keeping you in suspense; that woman is not just ordinarily famous in Xijing."

Because Wang Ping was present, Zhao Desan was embarrassed to keep pestering Chen Guoqiang to get to the bottom of it, so he just smiled faintly and continued drinking and chatting with Shuanzhu and Chen Guoqiang. This drinking session lasted until the early hours of the morning. He didn't know how many bottles of Wuliangye they had drunk; Zhao Desan only remembered that Chen Guoqiang had been completely drunk under the table by him, lying on the table and starting to cry and complain about the suppression and encounters he had suffered in his police career.

Zhao Desan was also dizzy and seeing stars, and was helped into the room by Wang Ping. After getting into bed, he collapsed and fell asleep.

He didn't know how long he had slept when Zhao Desan suddenly felt his throat dry and burning, and his whole body felt hot. He opened his eyes all at once, only then discovering that the light in the room hadn't been turned off; the stark white light was very dazzling. He turned his head to look and was instantly dumbfounded, eyes wide, frozen on the spot, because he discovered that Wang Ping was actually lying on the other bed; the two were staying in a double standard room. In fact, Wang Ping was also out of concern for Zhao Desan; seeing him drink so much alcohol at night, she was afraid he might have some needs in the middle of the night, so she simply stayed in the same room with him.

Looking at Wang Ping lying on the bed in that pretty appearance, Zhao Desan's mood was a bit complicated. The relationship between him and this female boss had already entered a very ambiguous stage; apart from not having "that," they had basically done everything that should be done. Sharing a room with a woman who could be pushed down at any time, but whom he didn't want to push down easily, made Zhao Desan feel quite uncomfortable.

Wang Ping lay over there, her pretty face still wearing that mature woman's charming smile, her eyes slightly closed, murmuring softly in her mouth, seemingly talking in her sleep. Driven by her even breathing, the protrusion hidden under the white quilt rose and fell rhythmically, making Zhao Desan feel an itch in his heart.

Zhao Desan was extremely thirsty. He struggled to climb out of bed, walked over on tiptoe, picked up a cup of tea on the table that had been brewed long ago and had cooled down, tilted his neck, and gulped it down. He drank it all in one breath, and only then did he feel the dry heat in his whole body finally disappear a little.

After drinking the water, Zhao Desan, feeling a bit itchy, took another look at Wang Ping lying on the bed, but still suppressed that thought and got back into bed. Just as he lay down and prepared to sleep, he heard Wang Ping making that slight, heart-stirring breathing sound on the adjacent bed, making it very difficult for his mood to calm down.

For Zhao Desan, if he wanted to "bring this woman to justice" on the spot, he had already had at least three opportunities, but every time, in the end, he still held onto the last bottom line. The reason was simple: in officialdom, what one fears most is falling into a woman's "gentle trap." There was also another point that was very important: the words Wang Ping's younger brother, Wang Bo, had said to him after getting drunk that one time.

Zhao Desan was very clear that a woman is a time bomb for any man on his official career path; even the woman one likes the most would have a certain degree of danger. At first, Zhao Desan felt that this enchanting woman had so many scandals that he didn't dare to contact her easily, but after a period of contact, he discovered that Wang Ping was actually a very traditional and self-respecting woman, not at all like the woman in the legends who "overcame her husband" and was promiscuous outside, maintaining ambiguity with countless men.

Therefore, Zhao Desan persisted in his rational thinking, and in the face of the several opportunities this enchanting woman took to "deliver herself to his door," he played dumb and let them pass one by one. But at this moment, the bottom line in Zhao Desan's heart wavered a bit. He truly liked this woman very much and could clearly judge that this woman actually had some feelings for him too; otherwise, she wouldn't have disregarded other people's gossip and lain in his room.

Hey! Better stop thinking wildly, just endure it! Zhao Desan forced himself to close his eyes, but tossing and turning, his heart was a mess and he still couldn't sleep. He opened his eyes again to look at Wang Ping on the opposite bed. When his gaze moved to Wang Ping, a flame that could not be suppressed suddenly ignited in his lower body. He saw that the enchanting woman, who had originally been lying flat, had already turned to her side at this moment. A jade finger was gently held between her rosy lips. Because of the side-lying position, her full and large breasts squeezed out an astonishing cleavage. That snow-white skin radiated a crystalline luster under the light, making Zhao Desan feel as if he could sense what kind of astonishing elasticity and fragrance that delicate skin would bring.

Zhao Desan couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Still unable to hold back the drive of the evil thoughts in his heart, he carefully got out of bed, climbed onto Wang Ping's bed on tiptoe, and then opened his arms to carefully hold the full, soft beauty of this gorgeous woman in his arms.

Wang Ping, who was in a daze, suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable all over. She struggled naturally twice, but discovered that her chest was getting more and more stifled. She couldn't help but let out a soft breath and instinctively opened her beautiful eyes, only then discovering that Zhao Desan didn't know when he had already lain by her side, his large hands holding her tightly. Wang Ping's face flushed red for a moment, her little heart thumping and accelerating, and she became a bit at a loss. Ever since that incident at her home on the night of the heavy rain, she had already known that her heart had been hooked by this little man. Now, being held so tightly by him, she had an even stronger thought of wanting to plunge into his arms and let him do whatever he wanted.

When she first came into contact with Zhao Desan, perhaps she was carrying some teasing mentality, but as Zhao Desan helped her time and time again, she fell into it unknowingly... Zhao Desan not only helped her deal with Duan Fugui and helped her get her younger brother Wang Bo out of the detention center, but also let her have a very large restaurant here. All of this, although Wang Ping didn't say it explicitly, she kept all of Zhao Desan's kindness in her heart.

"My period has already passed..." Wang Ping made a resolution in her heart. She whispered into Zhao Desan's ear in a voice as thin as a thread.

Zhao Desan, who was holding her from behind, heard this sentence and knew what the implication of her words was. A burst of excitement surged in his heart, and he could no longer hold back. His large hands slid into the woman's chest, sliding to the deepest part that countless men yearned for the most...

That full, firm, and extremely sensual touch felt as if a raging fire was burning him upon contact, making Zhao Desan's whole body gradually heat up as well. The blood in his whole body began to surge through his limbs and bones, and the breathing in his nostrils gradually grew heavier.

Under Zhao Desan's highly skillful caresses, the mature woman who was facing away from him in his arms began to emit muffled, barely audible, yet heart-stirring moans from her mouth. Her soft body twisted incessantly in his embrace, and her round, firm, and perky beautiful buttocks inadvertently rubbed against that sensitive "thing" of Zhao Desan's below time and time again, causing the beastly nature in his body to be completely ignited. That "thing" instantly stood straight up, poking tightly against Wang Ping's boneless buttocks. That intense feeling of wanting to enter that mysterious cave was simply enough to drive a person crazy.

Wang Ping was, after all, a woman who had been through it. At the age of over thirty, she was in the period when a woman's physiological needs were the most vigorous. Coupled with her husband's passing, the long-term thirst finally erupted like a dam breaking at this moment. She had originally thought she had forgotten that feeling, only to discover that there was such an intense desire in her body. Under Zhao Desan's gentle caresses, she was a bit reserved and shy at first, but soon felt her whole body relax, and her body softened and loosened.

As Zhao Desan developed the sensitive points on Wang Ping's body step by step, she soon turned into an octopus, her whole body soft, and turned over to wrap herself around him.

Zhao Desan didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or the burning of the fire of desire in his heart, but soon the temperature of his body grew higher and higher, especially that "thing" that was pressed tightly against the elastic buttocks of the beautiful young woman, which had simply become as hard as an iron rod. One of his hands wandered rapidly over Wang Ping's collarbone, chest, and lower abdomen, while the other hand had already unfastened the clothes below Wang Ping.

For a moment, heaven's thunder hooked the earth's fire, and the great drum of love and desire was soon beaten. After a burst of intense and passionate nuzzling, Zhao Desan moved Wang Ping's body over and pressed her under him, saying with a trace of an evil, wicked smile on his face: "Sister Wang, let me serve you well tonight."

The young woman had been teased by Zhao Desan to the point where she couldn't even open her eyes. She slightly closed her eyes, which were burning with the fire of desire, her beautiful eyebrows knitted into a 'chuan' shape. That expression appeared extremely unbearable yet extremely charming, and she murmured and panted: "Be a little lighter, be a little lighter, Sister is a bit afraid of pain."

Zhao Desan chuckled and, like a prank, forcefully poked the two red strawberries on Wang Ping's chest, saying: "Sister Wang, if you feel pain, just tell me, and I will be careful to show mercy when the time comes, hehe..."

The chest is the softest part of a woman's body. Zhao Desan's fingers gently flicked the two already swollen red strawberries, and that electric-like feeling made her unable to help but call out somewhat exaggeratedly: "Little brother, show mercy now, Sister is itching to death."

Zhao Desan looked at her charming expression full of desire and couldn't help but squeeze her two white steamed bun-like breasts into several strange shapes, laughing wickedly: "The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard."