Chapter 682: Director Zheng, I'll help her

He slanted a glance at Zheng Ru, who was still sleeping like that, so he got out of the car and stood next to the green belt to answer the phone, calling out "Sister Su" calmly.

"Desan, are you finished eating?" Su Qing asked him, having waited for him to return home until she was a bit annoyed.

"No, not yet." Zhao Desan lied without changing his expression.

"Oh, then come back early after eating, don't drink too much wine. Sister is still waiting for you to come back to drive." Su Qing said coquettishly.

Zhao Desan observed the movement of Zheng Ru in the car while saying with a smile: "Sister Su, I know, I should be back in another hour."

"Alright then, Sister won't disturb your eating, bye-bye." After finishing, Su Qing hung up the phone.

Zhao Desan put away his phone, looked at Zheng Ru, who was drunk as a mud in the car, and his eyes shone with wicked smiles. He couldn't wait to drill into the car, almost kneeling on the seat, pressing half of his body straight onto Zheng Ru's body. As he got closer and closer to her red, sexy little mouth, Zhao Desan felt his body start to burn. Because of the attraction produced by fresh things, he was truly a bit excited. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva, printed his mouth gently onto the fragrant lips that Zheng Ru was breathing through with a gap, and that soft, fragrant, jade-like scorching feeling made him feel a bit of excitement that made his blood boil. He couldn't help but stick out his tongue, using the tip of his tongue to gently arch between her fragrant lips.

Zheng Ru arched her willow-leaf eyebrows slightly, emitted a heavy breath from her nostrils, turned her face, opened her mouth, and said confusedly: "Don't drink, I won't drink anymore."

Fearing that the movement would be too violent and startle her, Zhao Desan restrained himself a bit, preparing to start from her chest. Suppressing the impulse of being anxious, he sat back in his seat, leaned over, slowly stretched his hand toward her chest, and gently pinched the third button, preparing to undo it to appreciate the style wrapped in the short-sleeved shirt.

Just at this moment, a dazzling light suddenly shone directly from the front. He hurriedly sat back in his seat. It turned out to be a large truck driving from the opposite side.

He greeted the truck driver's mother in his heart. After waiting for the truck to drive past from the side, he leaned over his body again. But this time, before he could stretch his hand over to place it on her button, a car suddenly stopped slowly next to their car. He hurriedly sat straight, then looked at the side with trepidation.

The rear window of this car, which was parked side-by-side with their car, slowly rolled down, and Director Zheng's head suddenly appeared, beckoning to him with a flushed face.

Zhao Desan was truly startled, breaking out in a cold sweat on his back, secretly rejoicing that he reacted quickly. If he had reacted a bit slower, wouldn't his filthy behavior have been seen by Director Zheng? Thinking of this, Zhao Desan felt a lingering fear. He opened the car door, walked around with a smile, and welcomed him: "Director Zheng." At the same time, he also saw another man in his forties with his hair combed back sitting in the back seat with him.

"Xiao Zhao, why did you park the car here? Where is Ruru?" Although Director Zheng looked flushed, presumably he had also drunk a lot after socializing, his mind was still very clear. In China, in the officialdom, who among those who can climb up hasn't had a capacity for one or two jin of white wine?

"She is in the car. She drank a bit too much tonight, I was afraid it wouldn't be safe for her to drive, so I prepared to send her back." Zhao Desan lied without changing his expression, and by the way, he also gilded his own face.

Hearing him say this, Director Zheng smiled very satisfactorily and said: "Why is this child Ruru so disobedient? I told her not to drink and she still drank. I think if it weren't for you, I really don't know what kind of trouble she would have caused by driving."

Director Zheng's words carried the meaning of praise for him, which made Zhao Desan feel very useful when he heard it. It was just a pity that he ran into him in this place, and the good thing tonight was destroyed again, which truly made him sigh with regret.

"Old Zheng, who is this young man?" The man in the car saw that Director Zheng and Zhao Desan seemed to be very familiar, so he asked him.

"Oh, this is our Construction Committee's new comrade, named Zhao Desan. Xiao Zhao, works in the same department as Ruru, and is also a cousin of Minister Su of our Hexi Province Provincial Organization Department." Director Zheng deliberately added the last sentence, wanting to show off his relationship network in the province to this man in the car.

The middle-aged man said "Oh" and nodded. Zhao Desan knew that the person who could sit in a car with Director Zheng must have an identity that wasn't simple, so he nodded and signaled to him with a smile. Seeing this, Director Zheng immediately introduced him: "Xiao Zhao, this is President Zhang of our Beichen Real Estate Company."

President Zhang of Beichen Real Estate? Could it be Yingying's father? No wonder this man's appearance still had a bit of resemblance to Yingying. He was stunned for a moment, then immediately greeted him with a smile: "Hello, President Zhang."

President Zhang nodded politely with a smile, reached out from the utility box next to the driver's seat, took a business card, extended it out of the window, and handed it to him: "If you have any difficulties in Xijing in the future, just find me."

"Why don't you hurry up and thank President Zhang." Director Zheng reminded him.

Zhao Desan took the business card with both hands, nodded with a grateful face, and said: "Thank you, President Zhang."

"You're welcome." The man said generously.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Director Zheng instructed: "Xiao Zhao, that's fine, you get in the car. It just so happens that President Zhang's car is also sending me home, you just follow behind the car."

"Okay." This was also good. In case this guy got off this car and sat in his car, he really didn't know where to drive. Driving around everywhere with Ruru, who was drunk as a mud, without even knowing where people's homes were, it would be strange if he wasn't exposed to the truth.

He casually glanced at the business card the man in the car handed him and remembered the name on it: Beichen Real Estate Development Co., Ltd. Chairman and Executive President Zhang Yinsheng. He secretly rejoiced that his actions tonight hadn't been seen by Director Zheng, who appeared suddenly. Returning to the car and restarting the car, he saw that Director Zheng's car had already driven to the front. Under the illumination of his car lights, he finally saw the logo of this car, a big "B" inside something like wings, with the domineering license plate "He A88888." Although he didn't recognize what kind of car this was, he could guess that this car must be very expensive. Sure enough, he found out later on the internet that this car was a Bentley, with a price of over six million RMB.

It turned out that although he wanted to do things for a quiet place, his direction wasn't wrong. He kept following the car in front along this road for a few minutes, and arrived at the gate of a luxurious and imposing residential area. President Zhang's car stopped slowly, and Director Zheng got out of the car and walked up. Zhao Desan hurriedly got out of the car and welcomed him.

"Xiao Zhao, did Ruru drink too much?" Director Zheng, who walked up, saw that his daughter was sleeping soundly in the car, so he asked Zhao Desan.

"Didn't drink much, maybe her drinking capacity isn't very good. I also persuaded her not to drink too much, she said it was happier for the department people to eat together, so she drank a few more cups." Zhao Desan said eloquently.

Director Zheng nodded, walked up, opened the car door, and called her: "Ruru, wake up, we're home, wake up." After calling for a while, Zheng Ru was still sleeping in the dark without any movement. Director Zheng drilled half of his body into the car and helped her out of the car with effort. Because he and Zhang Yinsheng had also drunk a lot tonight, taking care of himself was fine, but taking care of others was a bit beyond his ability. Just as he dragged Zheng Ru out of the car, his footsteps softened, and he stumbled. If it weren't for Zhao Desan's quick eyes and fast hands to help them, the father and daughter would probably have fallen to the ground and made a "dog eating shit."

"Director Zheng, I'll help her." Liu Hai saw that he was also standing unsteadily, so he snatched Zheng Ru, who was soft and powerless, from his hands.

"That's fine, you... you help Ruru." Director Zheng moved slightly and panted heavily. His already flushed face looked red and swollen from exhaustion.

President Zhang poked his head out of the car and said to Director Zheng: "Old Zheng, then I'm leaving. You must hurry up and handle the matter tonight. That plot of land is in a very good location. Taking advantage of the strong rigid demand in the market now, you must hurry up and start construction."

Director Zheng waved his hand and said: "Old Zhang, don't worry. I'll let you handle it first thing tomorrow morning when I go to the unit."

President Zhang nodded tacitly, retracted his head into the car, the car window slowly rose, and the car turned in a direction and drove away from here.

From the simple conversation between the two, the clever Zhao Desan roughly understood that it must be about real estate development. It must be that this President Zhang had a plot of land, and the approval procedures hadn't been handled yet. Inviting Director Zheng to dinner tonight must have been to ask him to handle this matter.

After Director Zheng watched Zhang Yinsheng's car leave, he turned back and saw Zhao Desan looking thoughtful. Fearing that this guy would know that he was overriding the organization and abusing his power to facilitate others, he deliberately said with a smile: "This President Zhang, their company has a plot of land, and the approval procedures are almost handled according to normal procedures, but he is still anxious. He insisted on inviting me to dinner tonight to talk about this matter. Although the meal was eaten, the procedures that should be followed must still be followed. We government unit people cannot let these bosses lead us by the nose." Director Zheng squinted his triangular eyes and said solemnly, trying his best to establish a clean, upright, and selfless leader image in front of Zhao Desan. But Zhao Desan hadn't worked in such a public institution for nothing. From the matter of implementing his work because of Sister Su's instructions, he couldn't be considered an upright leader.

Hindered by face, Zhao Desan smiled and changed the subject: "Director Zheng, you lead the way in front, I'll help you send Zheng Ru home."

"That's fine, that's fine." Director Zheng said with a smile, "Although I'm not drunk, I've been poured almost enough by that President Zhang. Being alone is fine, but if it weren't for you, I really don't know how Ruru would have come back."