She is kind and beautiful, making me fall in love with my enemy's wife (wife and mature adult novel)

This is the last time the factory distributes housing after the housing reform. As a technical backbone, I am confident that I will win in this last chance. But I overlooked the key issue. I didn't know how to build relationships, and ultimately I lost out on the housing because of a unfounded excuse from the workshop director. In a fit of anger, I submitted my resignation to the factory and prepared to leave the job where I had worked hard for ten years.

Due to technical reasons, the factory would not let me go, but the feud between me and the workshop director was a fact and neither of us would give in. When the situation was at a dilemma, a woman stepped forward in time to resolve the stalemate.

She is the director's wife, and everyone in the factory calls her Sister Zhao. It's not because she is old, nor is it because of the director's authority that she is respectfully called "Sister". On the contrary, Sister Zhao is not only young and beautiful, but also kind-hearted and well-educated. She is one of the few college students in the factory. Everyone calls her Sister Zhao from the bottom of their hearts.

But everyone was saying privately that they didn’t know what good things the damn director had done in his previous life. He was ugly and a bad person, but he actually tricked such a good woman back.

Indeed, less than two months after Sister Zhao graduated from university and was assigned to the factory, she married the divorced director who was seven or eight years older than her. At first, people thought that she was selling out herself in order to curry favor with her boss, but after constant contact, everyone summed it up in one sentence - Sister Zhao is too naive.

It's no wonder. She didn't have much social experience after graduating from college, so she would believe anyone's joke. In the end, everyone was sure that Sister Zhao was deceived by the director.

She is such a lovable woman, who in the factory would not give her face? No matter how difficult the internal situation is, as long as she takes action, it will be solved immediately.

I get nervous when I see her. From the time she persuaded me to the end, it took less than five minutes before I agreed to stay. After she left, I realized how fast my heart was beating, my palms were sweating, and I secretly blamed myself for being such a coward.

Of course, the feud between me and the workshop director did not end, but became more and more intense.

Ever since that "resolution" incident, rumors spread in the factory that Sister Zhao and I had an affair. The director was very upset about this and started to make things difficult for me.

When I heard everyone say this, I appeared angry on the surface, but I was secretly happy in my heart, as if I was really in love with Sister Zhao. Every time I returned to the dormitory at night, I began to fantasize about Sister Zhao's body. Although this made me feel guilty, I still couldn't suppress my lustful desires.

The rumors were getting more and more true. The only thing Sister Zhao could do was to keep helping me find a partner, but I didn't like any of them. One day during the lunch break, I happened to meet Sister Zhao, and she started talking to me about introducing a partner. I didn't listen at all, but kept looking at her secretly. The loose and thin sweater accidentally betrayed her graceful waist as her body posture changed. Her wide and round hips echoed the upright part of her upper body. In her occasional expressions, the dimples hidden on her cheeks would sometimes show out shyly, which was very intoxicating to see.

When I heard her asking me what kind of girl I would want to accept, I blurted out without thinking that I wanted to find someone like Sister Zhao. I saw her face turn red immediately, and then I didn't know if she was angry or embarrassed, but she left in a hurry. After that, she started avoiding me everywhere, and because of this, I finally left the factory.

Our generation did not have the conditions to go to school, and we could not find any good jobs outside when we were 30 years old. We were struggling to make ends meet and could only shamelessly visit relatives and friends to borrow some capital to start a small business to make a living. Although it is not a big business, life is lively. Compared with staying in the factory and getting a monthly salary of two or three hundred yuan, it is considered a factory director-level treatment.

What makes me happiest is that half a year ago, in order to take revenge on the workshop director, I bought the house above his from the factory at a high price, and since then I have been stepping on him every day.

When I returned to the factory again, the scene was completely different. Most of the factory buildings were gone. The machines were humming, and the factory with thousands of employees was deserted. The director who used to look so domineering could only waste his time drinking alcohol all day long.

I often heard the drunk director downstairs using the excuse that I, his "old lover", had returned to attack Sister Zhao, followed by a barrage of abuse and even physical violence. Everything gave me the pleasure of seeing my enemy in trouble.

Several times when I met Sister Zhao in the corridor during the day, she always avoided me in panic, fearing that she would be seen by the director.

One night, I bought cigarettes outside the factory. As soon as I reached the entrance of the corridor, I heard heavy banging on the door upstairs, and then someone kept knocking on the door. I continued to go upstairs, and when I arrived at the director's door, I saw a woman wrapped only in a white bath towel knocking on the door. A pungent smell of alcohol filled the corridor. There was no doubt that Sister Zhao, who was taking a shower, was kicked out.

When Sister Zhao saw me going upstairs, she stopped. I knew it would be embarrassing for her if I stayed, so I didn't stop and went upstairs back to my room. Seeing me go upstairs, Sister Zhao continued to knock on the door, begging the director to open the door in a choked voice.

Thinking about the cold wind outside and Sister Zhao being shut out like this, I felt very upset. Especially when I heard her hoarse voice from crying just now, my heart softened. After all, I only hated the director.

So I opened the door, went downstairs, and said to Sister Zhao who had her back to me, "Go to my place first, so you don't catch a cold." She didn't turn around, but shook her head.

I could only change my way of speaking and said to her, "The director must be drunk and unconscious now. You stand here wrapped in a bath towel. When he wakes up, he will cause trouble for you again." After saying that, I went back upstairs. Sure enough, this trick worked. I heard her following me upstairs. It seems that Sister Zhao has not changed and is still as easy to deal with.

Even after being married for several years, her life is limited to the factory and home. She is either busy at the factory or doing tedious housework at home. It is this simple environment that preserves the sense of purity in Sister Zhao that is rare in modern society.

After entering the room, Sister Zhao also stood far away from me. In order to pretend that I would not harass her, I deliberately ignored her, jumped onto the bed and got under the quilt pretending to sleep, as if I didn't care about her existence at all.

For Sister Zhao, the problem arises, because I don’t plan to live here forever, the only place in the room where people can sit is my big bed.

I squinted my eyes and secretly observed Sister Zhao's every move. Sister Zhao's hair was wet, and she must have been taking a shower. The director came home drunk. I don't know what they quarreled about, but he probably came out in a hurry. He was only wrapped in a white bath towel, but I couldn't bear to look away after seeing him.

Her fair skin was flushed after the hot water bath, and a pair of long and beautiful legs extended from under the bath towel. I reacted immediately. Anyway, her back was facing away from me. Looking at her curvy back, I began to quietly take off my clothes in the quilt and masturbate my cock with my hand.

The room was dead silent. After a while, perhaps tired of standing, Sister Zhao reluctantly sat down at the foot of the bed, still with her back to me. He looked back from time to time to see what I was doing, and I was so scared that I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

After another silence, she finally couldn't help but speak, "Thank you for letting me in. I'll go downstairs." I was afraid that she would leave, but I didn't want to show it, so I pretended to be annoyed and said, "You can't get in the door now." Seeing that I was willing to talk, she hurriedly explained, "But I'm disturbing your rest here." I really wanted to get up immediately and tell her that I wasn't sleeping, but my dick was erect and couldn't go down, so I could only continue to lie down. In order to prevent her from leaving, I had to provoke her and said, "Are you afraid that I will harass you?" "No, no, no, that's not the case. I've never thought about it that way." She was obviously anxious because of my question, and turned around to explain to me.

I straightened up and continued to ask her, "Then why did you avoid me before?" "Well, that's because I listened to what you said, and I didn't know what to do." Sister Zhao took my bait and spoke a little excitedly.

I started to escalate the questions, "I made you hate me, right?" "No, I didn't." Sister Zhao didn't know how to answer me at first, and the words stopped at her lips.

"You know what? In order to prevent you from seeing the annoying me, I left my job and colleagues that I had been friends with for ten years." This was indeed how I felt at the time, but I never had the chance to tell her.

"Why should I hate you? I'm actually very happy." Sister Zhao's thoughts had been defeated by me, and she finally couldn't help but say what I wanted to hear.

But I couldn't stop at this moment, so I could only let her emotions deepen. "Don't comfort me. If you are happy, why are you hiding from me?" "What can I do? I'm a married woman. I have a family. I was very scared of how I felt at the time." This time, I touched her sad point, and she began to sob with tears streaming down her face.

I was scared when she started crying. I couldn't find any tissue at the moment, so I had to grab a blanket and cover her with it. Then I gently held her shoulders with both hands, stroking her softly to relax her emotions, while comforting her, "I wronged you. Just cry it out. It will feel better." Because we were so close, I could feel her slightly hot body shaking rhythmically in my arms with her sobs.

As a result, my originally softened cock began to raise its head again, and one of my hands slid to her waist uncontrollably and held her in my arms. She seemed not to notice my actions and was still crying. I tentatively moved my chin close to her ear, letting her judge my need for her from my breathing, and then kissed her red cheeks without being too deliberate.

At this moment, she gradually stopped crying, choked and raised her head, wanting to say something, but stopped herself. In a flash, I made a risky move. I put my mouth on her slightly open lips, and my tongue quickly attacked her lips, greedily sipping the saliva in her mouth. Everything happened very quickly. Sister Zhao's entire upper body immediately stiffened in my arms. When she tried to struggle, she found that she was already tightly held in my arms.

She held the bath towel with one hand and hit my chest hard several times with the other hand. Her gradually weakened fists announced the end of the brief and meaningless resistance. Our tongues finally intertwined, and her breathing began to quicken slightly. Although her tongue was not cooperating with me, I understood that it was a woman's reason that was playing tricks on her. My adventure was considered a success, but my hands could not be idle at this moment. I had to completely destroy all her psychological defenses.

Breasts, that was my first target, I moved my big palms along the undulating lines through the bath towel, and when it finally landed on them, her originally stiff body trembled a bit, and then she collapsed in my arms, and she couldn't help but let out "Hmm, um..." gasps.

I really don't want to let go of my hands, because I am gently kneading a pair of plump and soft breasts irregularly, which constantly resist my every squeeze, and from time to time I can touch two vital nipples, which are firmly pressing against my palms. Her body is twisting more and more obviously, her knees are tightly pressed together and rubbing against each other, her head is stretched back, and the originally low breathing is replaced by a soft and seductive moan, and her body is shaking as if in spasm.

The hand that was stimulating her chest swept across her lower abdomen, placed on her thigh and then turned inside, preparing to reach between her legs. At this time, she resisted more vigorously, grabbed my wrist with her hand, looked at me with somewhat confused eyes, and said weakly: "Don't do that, just stay like this, okay?" How could I control myself now? Looking at her who was already unconscious in my arms, is this a woman's modesty? Confused, I had to make up some words to comfort her: "I'll just touch her once, okay? I haven't touched a woman before, promise me, okay?... Just once..." I regretted it after I said it. I felt like what I said was fake, but as I said before, Sister Zhao, who goes home after get off work, doesn't understand men's sexual desire, and she actually believed what I said. Anyway, we had already had some intimate physical contact, and as long as I didn't violate her too much, she nodded and agreed to me reluctantly. She just repeatedly warned me that I could only touch her once.

As her hands loosened a little, my hands immediately went deep into the base of her legs. My fingertips first touched the soft pubic hair between her legs. I reached down a little, and my palm just covered the entire fluffy triangle of jungle. My fingers also touched the top of her labia. As expected, this place had already been soaked with mucus and was muddy.

"Okay, now that you've touched it, can you take your hand out now?" She was a little nervous. I didn't know if she was worried about me or afraid of her own feelings. While reminding me, she squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to prevent me from moving.

Seeing that I had no intention of taking it back, she began to beg me to stop, "Let's not go too far, okay? Just like this, you promised me. Um... um..." Judging from the intensity of her resistance, I judged that this was the first time that she was seen in such an embarrassing state by a man other than her husband. So I changed my strategy and said gently, "I know you are not a casual woman and I respect you, but you are so attractive. I have been holding it back for a long time. I love you so much that I couldn't help it." I withdrew my hand and put it back on her chest and continued with the work I had just done. Sure enough, this delaying tactic was very effective. I felt that she relaxed a little in my arms again.


My mouth kissed her white and tender neck and earlobes like raindrops, and I spoke incoherent words of praise for her. Gradually, I heard her moans. When my hand touched her chest, I inadvertently pushed away the hand pressing the bath towel and asked her softly, "Is it okay?" She lowered her head and hesitated in silence. I took it as a consent and grabbed her hand pressing on her chest. The bath towel naturally slid to the ground. Sister Zhao leaned against me naked, her face flushed red. When our skin touched each other, her entire back felt as soft and smooth as a piece of jade. I looked down from her shoulder, and the first thing that caught my eye was the pair of erect breasts, so round and plump that bulged from the chest, with two brown nipples standing proudly on the white peaks.

This was probably the first time she appeared naked in front of a second man. The inexplicable nervousness made her body tremble slightly.

I blew gently on her earlobe and whispered, "You are not only beautiful, but your body is also so beautiful. Let me appreciate you." Then I picked her up and laid her flat on the bed. This was the body I had fantasized about for so many nights, and now it was finally presented to me in full view. It was so real, so real that even the most private area of ​​her body was in my control.

The woman, about 1.63 meters tall, has a white, mature body like a lamb, and round and full breasts that can maintain half of their charm even when lying down. I cannot describe the joy in my heart at that moment. This is far more charming than any other body of hers I can imagine. Sister Zhao opened her eyes slightly and looked into my eyes. Perhaps it was the indulgence brought about by the naked body that made her feel a little amorous, and her sleepy eyes revealed infinite tenderness.

I knelt beside her, leaned over, and impatiently put my mouth on her breast, covering the entire nipple, and sucking with the tip of my tongue around it. "Ah..." Sister Zhao's moans echoed throughout the room, and her delicate body spasmed and trembled intermittently. Her willow waist without any fat moved her white, plump buttocks to rub against the bed. I tried to spread her legs, but at the critical moment, she used her hands weakly to remind me not to do that, and faintly repeated the word "no" in her rapid panting.

In fact, before I used any force with my hands, her legs had naturally separated slightly as her knees bent, but she herself did not notice it. I suddenly wanted to take a peek, so when I turned around and bent over, she warned me weakly, "Don't, don't look there." "No, it's so beautiful!" This was not a compliment I said against my will. It was indeed very beautiful. The mons pubis just below the pubic hair was higher, and the color here was only slightly darker than the skin. Especially after the tightly closed gap was wetted by love fluid, it looked particularly crystal clear under the light. Anyone who sees it will unconsciously touch it. My fingers are placed on the upper part of the slit of the vagina, vibrating and stimulating the clitoris.

For her, everything happened so fast, so fast that she couldn't use her hands to stop me. She was so weak that she could only beg me helplessly, "You should have touched enough? Please stop..." As she spoke, Sister Zhao felt hot from her face to her feet, as if volcanic lava was flowing through every inch of her body. Her nose was far from enough to meet her breathing needs, and she had to use her mouth to breathe in more oxygen.

I could hear the rustling sound of the pubic hair rubbing against my palm. Occasionally, I would use four fingers to gently rub the sides of the labia from bottom to top. Soon, the two labia majora hidden in the crevice would turn outward due to congestion under my teasing, revealing their true pink color. The warm juice began to ooze out more from the bulge between the small buttocks.

Then I used my fingers to move around her vagina, occasionally inadvertently touching the edge of her already wet and hot labia, and then tickling her clitoris. This stimulation made her entire buttocks lift up to better cater to my caress, and she gradually relaxed her vigilance towards my actions.

The time has come. When my middle finger circled the lower opening of her vagina, it quickly inserted into her warm and moist vagina along the outlet of the juice.

"Ah!" She immediately struggled to get up, and her expression became a little more sober. "I find that I still can't do it. I have a husband. Can you let me go?" Looking at the tears welling up in her eyes, I knew that this was not a pretense, but she was serious.

I knew I couldn't give up at this moment, but I couldn't force it either. After all, women are soft-hearted, and I can only outsmart them. I pleaded with her in an uncomfortable tone, "I know you are not a promiscuous woman, but how can I not be moved by the love I have for you for many years?" "I'm wrong, okay? Please, let me go." Although her attitude still showed no sign of backing down, the fact that she didn't get up and leave told me that what I had just said had worked a little, and I just needed to give her more reasons to stay.

At this point I decided to do two things at once and the fingers that were still inside her began to move quietly and gently again, but I was very cautious in my movements, trying not to disgust her. He pleaded with her pitifully: "I'll only use my hands, you won't let anyone down." "But,... um..." She had just said two words when she was interrupted by the reaction from her body.

I seized the opportunity and continued to beg her, "I beg you, too, just let me move my hands. I really love you so much, and I'm so uncomfortable." "Hands, hands... won't work." She continued to fight against the feelings of her body with only the little consciousness she had left.

I held her body with one hand and continued to coax her with an infinitely gentle tone, "If you really can't accept it, as long as you ask me to stop, I will never force you." "..." Her expression suddenly became strange, and there was some helplessness in her hesitation.

"I swear." I was very satisfied with this killer move. After saying it, I used my hands to support her body and guided her to lie down again.

As for the faint words she was still saying, I pretended not to hear them, and all the nerves in my brain were concentrated on the middle finger that was enjoying it. Her pussy was very small, and my middle finger actually felt tightly wrapped. But under the effect of mucus, my finger could still move in and out of the vagina freely, especially when it came into contact with the rows of tender flesh folds at the upper end of the vaginal wall, which squirmed and contracted with the thrusting of my middle finger, like a human switch. The more violently I teased it, the more Sister Zhao's whole body would swing, and her breathing rhythm would become faster and faster.

And streams of juice kept flowing along the middle finger, out of the vagina, flowing between the buttocks, and finally forming a wet mark on the bed.

Sister Zhao closed her eyes and was almost unconscious. I lifted the quilt covering my lower body and my purple-red cock immediately jumped out joyfully, with a trace of shiny liquid hanging on the top of the glans.

I secretly found it funny, Sister Zhao, Sister Zhao, who told you to close your eyes? Can't you see that I am now naked and about to fuck my young pussy.

I used my knees to spread her legs apart. When I pulled out my fingers covered with sticky juice and replaced them with the real thing, Sister Zhao's physiological reaction naturally pushed her flooded pussy upwards, trying to swallow my pulled out fingers. A game of replacing the prince with a cat began. I held the middle of the hard cock, pushed the glans to the labia, and after smearing the lubricating juice up and down, I finally stopped at the vaginal opening and slowly pushed open the two plump labia. The pink pussy opening immediately blocked the way.

Perhaps Sister Zhao realized that this time it was not a finger, and she screamed in horror, "Stop..." "Stop!" When she had only shouted halfway, with a "pop", my entire glans was completely buried in the wet and hot vagina at lightning speed.

"Ah!" Sister Zhao and I shouted almost at the same time.

"It's so tight!" Although a large amount of love juice acted as a lubricant, every inch of entry was still difficult. I couldn't insert it completely at once, so I had to praise it.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Sister Zhao struggled and screamed as if she woke up, "No... Come out quickly!" Then her body began to resist me vigorously, and her legs kicked on the bed. In order to prevent the glans from coming out, I pressed down on her with my whole body, hugged her tightly in my arms, and then used my thighs to lift up her kicking legs to prevent her from kicking me.

At this moment, Sister Zhao resisted most fiercely. Her resistance made it very difficult for me to thrust in and out. Soon the glans that had entered was in danger of coming out. Without thinking too much, I used my waist strength to push hard inside, and my entire cock immediately entered her hot body.

"It hurts... don't... don't go too deep... inside." She stopped resisting, frowned, tears poured out of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks, she begged me with sobs.

I could tell she wasn't pretending, and I felt a little bit sorry for her. My movement was too big just now, and I felt pain when the glans hit her uterus. Worried about hurting her, I pulled my dick out a little. Then he whispered:

"Are you feeling better now?" Sister Zhao turned her head, the corners of her mouth trembling slightly, "If you really care about me, why do you treat me like this?" "Love! I... I'm sorry," I also felt that it was too late to apologize, but I didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Do you think I'm that kind of casual woman? Have you thought about the consequences of doing this? Have you considered my feelings?" From a series of questions, it can be seen that Sister Zhao is very angry.

"I...I thought you had feelings for me too." At this time, I still wanted to justify my behavior.

She shook her head gently, and then looked at me with a pair of tearful eyes: "I admit that I feel good about you, but doing this will only make me hate you and myself, do you know that?" After hearing this, I felt extremely guilty. I hurt her because of my desires, and I felt that I was not only selfish, but also a beast.

I think all I can do now is pull out my dick. It is a painful decision for a man to make at this moment. This is my first time entering her body and it may be the last time. I pull out very slowly, just wanting to remember with my heart the feeling of staying inside for every second.

In this mood, my dick should have softened long ago, but this is a top-notch pussy! Every time the glans is pulled out a little, the thick crown is like a barb, rubbing the annular folds of tender flesh in the wet and hot vagina to the maximum extent, stimulating the cock to be unable to lower its head, but instead become thicker, reaching an unprecedented hardness, filling the originally narrow tender vagina.

The inner wall of Sister Zhao's vagina contracted tighter as she continued sobbing, making it impossible for the genitals to accommodate a trace of air. Pulling out the penis was like pulling out a piston, and the vagina became a vacuum zone, creating a suction force that prevented the glans from withdrawing.

"Hmm..." This involuntary moan betrayed Sister Zhao's true feelings from her body, but she couldn't admit it at the moment, and immediately let out a light groan, "It hurts." I pulled out half of my cock and stopped. I was not worried about her, because I knew that although it was tight inside, it would not feel painful due to the lubrication of love fluid. But I was worried about myself. The woman's seductive moan just now made my glans suddenly tighten as if it received a signal. I had a premonition of what was going to happen. My urethra twitched several times in succession, and a warm current was about to rush out. This time I really didn't dare to move again.

After a pause, the corners of her eyes, which were still wet with tears, sparkled again, and she suddenly asked me in a hoarse voice:

"You are doing this to take revenge on him, right?" I was surprised. I had this thought before, but I'm not sure now, at least I didn't have this idea at all tonight. My impulse towards her was real. After a moment of thought, I solemnly said to her, "It's true that I hate him, but my love for you is real." "Hmph!" She sneered and asked back, "Can I still believe you?" "..." I felt that I was not qualified to answer her because I had told too many lies tonight.

There was another silence. Maybe seeing how disappointed I was, Sister Zhao sighed helplessly and said, "It's not entirely your fault now. Whether it's revenge or out of sincerity, our family is indeed sorry for you. After tonight, we're even." After saying this to my surprise, she closed her eyes and I couldn't see any expression on her face.

This seemed to mean something. I wanted to ask, but I knew I shouldn't say anything at this time, so I closed my eyes and leaned lightly over Sister Zhao, pouring my whole body into my cock, feeling the wet and hot friction with her with every thrust. A large amount of secreted love fluid flowed outside with the withdrawal of the cock, staining the lower bodies of both parties, and making a "pa pa" sound when the genitals collided.

Our sweat was indistinguishable from each other. I thought it was time to cater to Sister Zhao properly, but when I tried changing my movements several times, I found that she didn't cooperate with my movements very much and seemed very "stupid". I didn't know how the director usually served this beauty, and finally I had to give up changing the traditional positions. We just kept on having sex silently until my thick semen, which I could not hold back, was completely released into her vagina, and then we were completely merged into one.

I didn't immediately pull out my drooping cock, but instead looked at Sister Zhao under me and stopped the action on me. She didn't make any reaction, still with her eyes closed, gently biting her lower lip, and savoring something with a look of lingering satisfaction on her face.

To be honest, I found that I had more than just a physical attraction to her, but I was beginning to fall in love with this woman.

(two)


When the sunlight burned my face, I opened my sleepy eyes. She was no longer under my body, and I didn't know when I fell asleep.

"A dream of a yellow millet", my first instinct made me feel lost. I covered my face with my hands and smelled a faint fishy smell between my fingers. When I looked carefully, there was some powdery white substance on the middle finger of one hand. This was definitely the result of love juice on my hand last night. Looking closely, there was some light red mixed in it. "Oh my God!" I must have used too much force. My nails broke Sister Zhao's tender inner wall. No wonder she screamed in pain when I entered her yesterday. I was so careless.

Looking down, I could only describe the scene as a complete mess. The same traces were left everywhere on my lush pubic hair, on my sleeping cock, and on the newly changed white bed sheets. There were also a few curly hairs that could not be distinguished from each other. The "results of battle" further proved the authenticity of everything, and I felt relieved. I couldn't help but put my nose close to it, wanting to deeply inhale all the lingering fragrance and release it through masturbation.

Maybe because I felt guilty, I almost didn't dare to go downstairs, but I also wanted to know how Sister Zhao managed to go home wrapped in a bath towel?

When did you go home? Will the neighbors see it? Could it be... I knew I had to go out and find out.

When I was almost at the director's door, I was so nervous that I almost tumbled down the stairs. When I reached the corridor, I saw the back of a familiar bald man, smoking non-stop. "Director!" To be honest, my brain buzzed and I felt dizzy when I saw this scene, especially when he turned his head and faced me with his serious, wrinkled face. I almost knelt down and said that I was wrong.

But the worst thing happened. He suddenly asked me if I had seen Zhao Ling. I was stunned for a moment before I remembered that I was so busy calling her "Sister Zhao, Sister Zhao" that I almost forgot her real name. Fortunately, I had already decided not to admit it even if I was beaten to death, so I pretended to be calm, glared at him fiercely, and left without looking back.

He looks very cool and successful, but every step he takes is heavy, as if he had just escaped from the clutches of death.

Finally, I found out from the security guard, Old Man Zhang, that he saw Sister Zhao go out early in the morning wearing a men's suit and slippers, and never came back. I thought about it and realized, yes, no wonder I felt like something was missing when I was looking for clothes to wear just now.

It seems that everything is just a secret between me and Sister Zhao, so we should just let it go, right? But as the saying goes, we are not afraid of not being able to remember, but we are afraid of not being able to forget. I told myself that my revenge was successful and I should stop thinking too much. But I still didn't know why I always stood by the window and looked at the path in the dormitory area. Until the third day when that familiar figure appeared again, my face felt hot and my eyes almost popped out. Before I could get up and go downstairs, the director's bald head was already walking towards her.

There seemed to be no sign of an argument, and the director embraced his wife who had returned home, and they were reunited. What am I doing? I found myself standing in front of the window and it was very funny. I silently told myself that everything was over. It was as if someone was asking me if the couple were still passionate about their short separation. What is the director's annoying mouth doing now?

I don't remember how much time had passed before a knock on the door brought me back from the darkness. When I opened the door, there was no one there, but a handbag on the floor. Inside was a set of my clothes, which looked clearly washed, ironed, and neatly folded. I almost felt myself watching her carefully folding them with such focused eyes. Yes, that was the impression I had when I first saw her in the factory. She had a ponytail and an innocent smile on her face whenever she saw anyone, and her little dimples seemed to give people the best encouragement of the day.

Yes, I am not a cat that can’t forget the smell of meat just because I ate fish. All the memories came back to me. It’s not Sister Zhao, but that charming Xiaoling! I hugged the clothes tightly in my arms. This time, my eyes were really blurry and salty tears flowed into my mouth. A cold wind blew quietly in the October sky. My ownerless heart left its godless body along with the last dead leaves of late autumn.

Just as I expected, in the days that followed, even when I met Sister Zhao, we acted like strangers. The bald director seemed like a different person. He hadn't quarreled with Sister Zhao for more than a month. I saw the two of them talking and laughing as they passed by me more often. I felt like I had become the lubricant between them.

After some inquiries, I learned that after the former factory manager was placed under double supervision, the director became the top leader of this closed-down factory. Then, the higher-level department was interested in restructuring the factory's assets. Surely, the director, who had so much good stuff going on, would not vent his anger on Sister Zhao by drinking again, right? I actually saw this as a kind of comfort to make up for my inner guilt.

The second time I decided to leave here, when I brought the real estate agent back to see the house, I saw a luxury Audi parked outside the corridor. I suddenly had a hunch in my heart, I couldn’t tell whether it was good or bad, but I always felt that it was related to Sister Zhao. Seeing that the driver had already started the car and was about to get out, I pretended to introduce the surrounding situation to the agent and deliberately delayed time beside the car.

Sure enough, I soon heard the director's familiar voice of fawning, and then I saw him escorting a very stylish middle-aged man downstairs. When I compared the two men's attire, I almost laughed out loud. The men who came were just like the clothes they wore, looking very ordinary, but they were all wearing designer clothes, which really revealed an elegant demeanor in a low-key manner. But the director was dressed in a red tie, white shirt and blue suit, looking like a village cadre.

I don't know if the director saw me, but he deliberately raised his voice to show off, "Thank you Director Li for your support to our factory. You are really a great benefactor to the 6,000 employees in the factory." Sister Zhao also came downstairs afterwards. After all, she was an educated person. She was dressed in a simple and decent suit, and looked like a virtuous wife. Director Li, who had been modestly speaking polite words, put aside the director with a humble face and smiled and walked towards Sister Zhao. He held her hand tightly and said with a smile, "Don't worry, sister-in-law, I will do my best to help you when I go back." Seeing this scene, the young man from the agency and I cursed in unison, "Old pervert!" But Sister Zhao took it as kindness, and thanked the old pervert again and again with a touched face. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Chief Li's greedy look was a reflection of his fantasy of raping Sister Zhao, but the director acted as if nothing had happened and kept inviting Chief Li to his home to taste Sister Zhao's cooking.

When Director Li heard this, he patted the director on the shoulder and said without any concealment: "Not only do you have a beautiful wife, but I didn't expect you to enjoy delicious food every day? Haha." I don't know if it was because my practice was not good or the director was pregnant, but I heard such obscene words with implicit meanings, and my teeth were clattering. The director actually smiled and said: "Then you have to stay today and have a home-cooked meal!" "No, no, there are several factories like yours waiting for me to go, this..." Director Li said with a dilemma as he prepared to get in the car.

But the director was anxious. Seeing that the God of Wealth was about to leave, he immediately tugged at Sister Zhao's clothes and muttered a few words. Sister Zhao also sincerely invited Director Li to stay. It seems that Director Li is really busy. He feels very embarrassed standing next to the car with the door open.

Finally, the director shamelessly stepped forward and took Chief Li's hand, and winked at Sister Zhao. Sister Zhao's face turned red immediately, but she still stepped forward and pulled the director's other arm very awkwardly. The director wavered, and put the foot that had been in the car down again. Seeing that he was getting better, the director said quickly: "If the director does me the honor tonight, I will take out my collection of wine and get drunk with you!" This was more of a hint than a courtesy, and Chief Li would listen to it. He told the driver to drive back by himself and not to worry about him, and went upstairs surrounded by the director and his wife with the momentum of not giving up until he was drunk. I was really worried about Sister Zhao, but she didn't even look at me.
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