Chapter 708: Director Zheng, you are too polite

After getting dressed and groomed, Zhao De specifically carried his bag, stuffed the watch box into it, and then went out. He hailed a taxi at the back gate of the residential area and went directly to Zheng Tulu's house.

Although Zheng Tulu had repeatedly emphasized not to bring 'other' things when he came, this was, after all, his first formal visit to the home of the head of his unit, and it would be too inappropriate to go empty-handed. So, after getting off the taxi at the entrance of the residential area where Zheng Tulu lived, he specifically walked a distance and found a shopping mall nearby. After picking and choosing, since he was visiting a leader, he couldn't look too shabby, so he gritted his teeth and spent over two thousand to buy a box of premium Hangzhou West Lake Longjing tea and a bottle of Moutai Feitian. When he walked into the residential area toward Zheng Tulu's house, because the things in his hand were worth a lot, he felt he had confidence and face.

Relying on the impression of bringing Zheng Ru back that night, Zhao De used his memory in this luxurious residential area filled with green shade and arrived at the door of Zheng Tulu's house on the first floor. It was here that Zheng Ru's mom had leaned against the doorway in her pajamas that night, and the way she looked at him with affection and charm left a particularly deep impression on him. He was afraid that if they met inside in a while, they would be unable to help but exchange glances. Zheng Tulu and Zheng Ru were both at home; it wouldn't be good if they noticed. So, Zhao De stood in front of the door, trying his best to calm his mood, before pressing the doorbell with a smile on his face.

Soon the door opened slowly, and Zheng Ru's mother's face appeared before him. Her appearance changed significantly after seeing Zhao De; a flash of fleeting autumn ripples passed through her eyes, a smile appeared at the corners of her mouth, and she quickly returned to normal, smiling and saying, "Comrade Xiao Zhao is here, come in quickly." Saying this, the mature woman's plump but not greasy body moved to the side.

Zhao De held his ground very steadily, smiled calmly, said "Hello, Auntie," and walked inside. Because he was tall, the living room door wasn't particularly wide, and Zheng Ru's mom stood to the side waiting for him to enter before closing the door. When he walked past her, Zhao De's arm gently brushed against her high, firm, fleshy mounds, feeling a hint of softness and elasticity. His heart skipped a beat, but he pretended to be calm and walked toward the living room very naturally. Zheng Ru's mom, standing on the side, was brushed by his arm against her sensitive chest. Although it was through clothes, summer attire was very thin, and she didn't usually wear a bra at home, and today was the same, wearing a loose short-sleeved shirt made of dense, opaque material directly over her bare body. When his arm brushed past her sensitive area, a feeling like an electric shock quickly came from the usually sunken nipples, making her heart feel like it had been suddenly tugged, as if her heart was about to be taken away. For a moment, she was a bit stunned and stood there blankly until Zhao De walked into the living room and greeted Director Zheng with a chuckle. Only then did she temporarily force herself not to think about what had just happened, but she was still a bit suspicious whether this guy was intentional or unintentional. Why did he happen to touch her bra-less breasts with his arm? She couldn't think about it anymore, she warned herself, closed the door, walked over, and like entertaining other guests, enthusiastically brewed him a cup of tea, brought it over, and greeted him, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, drink some water."

"Thank you, Auntie." Zhao De couldn't show too much concern for someone else's wife in front of Zheng Tulu, so he just smiled, took the water cup, thanked her, glanced at her, and then turned his face to talk to Zheng Tulu.

Looking at the wine and tea Zhao De brought, Zheng Tulu said politely, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, look at you, I already told you not to bring things, why did you spend money to buy these? There's almost no room left at home." Immediately, he turned his head and instructed his wife, "Look at Comrade Xiao Zhao, this child is quite sensible. Since he brought them, take them and put them away."

Zheng Tulu's wife glanced at Zhao De, a flash of autumn ripples in her eyes, and she walked up with a nervous heart, picked up the gifts he brought on the coffee table, and turned to walk toward an empty bedroom. Just at the moment she bent over, Zhao De's gaze fell squarely into her neckline, and he was extremely surprised. This... this is incredible, she actually wasn't wearing underwear. Extremely surprised and afraid that Zheng Tulu sitting opposite would notice his loss of composure, he pretended to be calm as if he hadn't seen anything, raised his head, took out a pack of Zhonghua he had prepared from his pocket, handed one to Zheng Tulu, lit it, and lit one for himself to smoke, covering up the slightly changed expression on his face.

Zheng Tulu took a puff of his cigarette, his face full of smiles, and said, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, why does your complexion look not so good today?"

"I didn't sleep well last night, I only fell asleep at dawn." This was the excuse he used when Zheng Tulu called in the morning, so he said it consistently, without any flaws.

Zheng Tulu patted his bald head in sudden realization and chuckled, "Look at my memory, I forgot what you said in the morning."

Zhao De chuckled and asked him, "Is Director Zheng usually at home on weekends?"

Zheng Tulu said, "Not at all, today I specifically waited for you to come over at home, and I pushed back several social engagements."