Chapter 5586

Zhao Desan got a noseful of car exhaust and stood there foolishly waving his hand. Seeing the BMW drive away, he cursed, "Damn it! What the hell is he being so arrogant about!"

"Why did you help me?" The female traffic officer's voice suddenly came from behind Zhao Desan. The tone was significantly softer compared to their confrontation last time.

Zhao Desan turned back and said with a chuckle, "I'm just a person who likes to help others."

"Stop with the joking around. I'm serious, why did you help me?" Looking at Zhao Desan's cheeky expression, the female traffic officer frowned and asked seriously.

"Well, it was indeed my fault last time. Let's call it even today, how about that?" Zhao Desan said with a straight face.

The girl glanced at him, still expressionless, and said, "In consideration of you helping me today, I'll let you off for driving against traffic this time! Be more careful next time!" As she spoke, she turned and raised

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one long, beautiful leg to straddle the police motorcycle, started the engine, twisted the throttle, and left.

Watching the girl ride away on the motorcycle with such heroic grace, Zhao Desan suddenly felt a hint of affection for her. He had always had a soft spot for girls in uniform, especially those in police uniforms; he had a special complex for them. Watching her back as she rode away stylishly on the police motorcycle, a lecherous, wicked grin appeared on his face. He rubbed his chin before getting into his car and leaving.

Just as Zhao Desan was about to enter Chanba Avenue, his phone suddenly rang. He steered with one hand while freeing the other to pick up the phone, answering it without even looking, "Hello!"

"Hello, Comrade Xiao Zhao." A familiar woman's voice came from the other end.

Zhao Desan immediately recognized it was Fan Binbin calling, so he asked with a chuckle, "Sister Fan, what's up?"

"You went on a business trip for a week. I calculated, are you coming back today?" Fan Binbin asked with a smile on the phone.

Damn! She even knew this? It seemed this woman must be incredibly lonely! Zhao Desan was secretly surprised and said truthfully, "Yes, I'm coming back today. I'm almost at the Chanba District now. Where are you?"

"I'm still at work," Fan Binbin said somewhat helplessly. "Everyone else has left, but I still have a second-hand housing contract that isn't sorted out. I'm organizing the materials."

"Then when will you be done? I'm waiting for you to cook for me," Zhao Desan joked.

"I don't know, probably a while longer," Fan Binbin said helplessly.

Hearing her say on the phone that she was the only one left there, Zhao Desan felt a sudden jolt in his heart and said, "Well, anyway, I have nothing to do going back alone, how about I come and wait for you to get off work?"

Fan Binbin thought for a moment and said, "If you have nothing else to do, then come over."

Zhao Desan immediately drove the car toward the real estate agency where Fan Binbin worked. Having not seen her for over a week, the image of the beautiful married woman's graceful figure floated into his mind, and he couldn't help but let his imagination run wild. This beautiful married woman was now renting with him, adding a lot of color to his life. Moreover, among the women he knew, Fan Binbin was quite attractive, especially the two big white rabbits on her chest—they were genuine D-cups, impossible to control with one pair of hands, and because they lacked a man's kneading, they were full of elasticity. About 1.65 meters tall, Fan Binbin liked to wear high heels with black silk stockings because of her job at the real estate agency. Even in this freezing winter, the stockings on her legs were just a thicker style. Her body exuded the charming flavor of a mature woman, which had a fatal attraction for the young and vigorous Zhao Desan. Over the years, Zhao Desan had always been interested in women older than himself, which might be related to his mother's death when he was very young, causing him to develop a psychological Oedipus complex. He particularly liked women with big breasts, black silk stockings, beautiful legs, and big butts.

Before long, Zhao Desan drove to the real estate agency. Seeing the lights were still on, he parked the car on the side of the road at the entrance, got out, walked up, and pushed the door open. As soon as he entered, he saw Fan Binbin wearing a black woolen coat, sitting at a desk and busy organizing some materials.

Hearing the movement, Fan Binbin looked up and saw it was Zhao Desan. She hadn't seen him for a few days, and seeing him, she stood up happily and said, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, you're here. Sit down, I'll pour you some water." As she spoke, she went to get a glass of water for Zhao Desan and brought it over.

Zhao Desan sat down on the sofa, took a sip of water, and asked her, "Are you almost done?"

"A little longer. The materials are so numerous they're making me annoyed," Fan Binbin said, frowning. Since this wasn't an official unit, as long as customers came to negotiate housing rentals or sales contracts, they were responsible for organizing all the materials for the day.

"It's okay, you go ahead and work, I'll just wait for you," Zhao Desan smiled.

"Then wait a moment, I'll try to be as fast as I can," Fan Binbin said, quickly sitting down and lowering her head to organize the pile of materials again.

Zhao Desan watched her boredly as she sat at the desk, busy and focused. In his view, a woman working seriously was the most charming, not to mention a beautiful married woman like Fan Binbin. He leaned on the sofa, looking around boredly for a while, and simply closed his eyes to take a nap. Before he knew it, over an hour had passed. When he suddenly opened his eyes, he found that Fan Binbin had actually fallen asleep leaning on the chair. He didn't know when she had taken off her coat and was wearing a black leather jacket. Her figure looked exquisite and graceful; her high, firm breasts rose and fell slowly with her breathing, and her large buttocks were stretched into two juicy peaches by her leather pants. A smile hung on the corner of her mouth in her sleep. Although she was over thirty, there were no traces of time on her delicate face—willow-leaf eyebrows, cherry lips, a slender nose, and jade cheeks slightly flushed. Her succulent lips seemed to be waiting for someone to taste them at any time.

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