Me and the 26-year-old beauty

The lights in the corridor were dim, the elevator door opened and closed, a gurgling sound rolled up, and soon it was quiet all around.

Ye Xingsheng raised his hand several times before he bravely pressed the doorbell of room 808. In his mind, Zhang Zimei's beautiful face was very clear.

When Zhang Zimei is mentioned, no one in the education system of Jinghai city knows. It's not many years since she came out to work. She seems to be on a rocket. From ordinary teachers to Vice Principals, principals, and then to deputy directors of the Bureau of education, her promotion speed is amazing.

She's not even 30 years old. She's more than 1.6 meters tall. She's slim. Her skin is smooth, white and tender. She's full of elasticity. If you pinch her, she can produce a lot of water. Only that pair of peach blossom eyes, can take away the soul of people, not to mention the exaggerated range of the buttocks.

In the Education Bureau, Zhang Zimei is the object that many men yearn for!

Ye Xingsheng often laments that if only his girlfriend were so beautiful. In that case, he hugs her every day, but it's not enough!

However, ye Xingsheng has self-knowledge. He is just a small deputy chief of personnel department. His girlfriend Zhong Xuefang is not as beautiful as Zhang Zimei. She is always picky about him. Let alone a powerful beauty like Zhang Zimei, he can't get into her eyes at all.

In fact, it is the same. Every time we meet, ye Xingsheng greets Zhang Zimei. Zhang Zimei doesn't look at him in the right eye. It seems that if she looks at him more, her eyes will be dirty. She is as proud as a peacock.

If not for the house, ye Xingsheng would not come to Zhang Zimei's house to find her!

Recently, the education bureau built a fund-raising building. After discussion, several leaders announced the plan of housing distribution, which is based on the length of service, position and professional ability of employees.

Length of service and position are qualitative things. It's easy to consider. It's hard to say the business ability. The decision is all in the hands of the leader. If the leader says you have strong business ability, you will be strong; if the leader says you have poor business ability, you will be poor.

Generally speaking, in officialdom, there are two kinds of people who are more comfortable. One is someone in the court, and the other is someone who has a good relationship with the leader.

Ye Xingsheng is neither of them! Because of this, all the hard work in the unit fell on him. Seeing that all the people in the same office had been promoted and transferred away, he remained motionless.

This time, if only in the Education Bureau, ye Xingsheng still has a comparative advantage, because there are not many employees in the Education Bureau, he is a minor, so it should be no problem to get the house.

However, the Education Bureau later issued a regulation that in order to solve the housing problem of primary and secondary school principals in Jinghai City, the principals of primary and secondary schools are also eligible to apply for fund-raising housing. As a result, there are more monks and less people, and the issue of housing distribution becomes mysterious. You know, the position of the principal of primary and secondary schools in the city is either a minor or a major. Competing with so many people of the same level or even higher than him, ye Xingsheng has no bottom in his heart.

Girlfriend Zhong Xuefang said, no house don't want to marry her, she would rather marry a pig than marry him, pig at least has a circle, he Ye Xingsheng doesn't even have a circle!

In order to marry Zhong Xuefang home, ye Xingsheng has to harden his head and come to Zhang Zimei with a gift. As the deputy director in charge of logistics, Zhang Zimei has the right to decide on the allocation of rooms.

But in the sultry summer, the doorbell didn't ring several times.

Ye Xingsheng is a little anxious. Isn't Zhang Zimei at home?

Zhang Zimei is the director of the Bureau. She has a lot of social activities and it's normal not to be at home. That's true. He'll come here for nothing! It's nothing to waste time and energy. If you miss this opportunity, I don't know when it will be next time. Maybe there will never be another time.

I rang the doorbell again, but no one opened the door.

Ye Xingsheng is very disappointed. He is about to turn around and leave, but the door suddenly opens. Zhang Zimei holds the door with both hands and leans on the door with her soft body. Her face is red and her eyes are very blurred. As soon as she opens her mouth, she is filled with wine: "Xiaobin, how are you?"

Xiaobin?

Ye Xingsheng's brain ran at a high speed, and soon realized that Zhang Zimei must have been drunk and mistaken. It's said that Zhang Zimei talked about a rich second-generation boyfriend. Surely Xiaobin in her mouth is that rich second-generation boyfriend? "Director Zhang, I'm not Xiaobin, I'm..."

"you're not Xiaobin? Are you kidding me? You are burned to ashes, I know you... "Zhang Zimei stretched out her slender hand, pulled Ye Xingsheng, coldly dragged him in, and then slammed the door.

Zhang Zimei's family is a junior, with high-grade mahogany floor, leather sofa, celebrity calligraphy and painting. The decoration is high-grade and elegant.

As soon as she entered the door, Zhang Zimei staggered and collapsed on the ground like a pool of mud. Her slim figure curled up like a drunken shrimp, and her long hair was scattered on the floor. The slender white thighs in short skirts are like two jade lotus roots.

"Director Zhang, what's the matter with you? Did you drink too much? Are you all right? " Ye Xingsheng leaned down and asked, reaching out to help Zhang Zimei up.

"I didn't drink high! What kind of people from the education department want to get me drunk? Dream, they Zhang Zimei raised her slender hand and pushed Ye Xingsheng for a while. She struggled to stand up and staggered to the sofa. With a plop, she collapsed on the sofa, curling up with a slightly open collar.Ye Xingsheng is very resistant to gift giving. He is dull in nature and afraid to say something wrong in front of the leaders. Tonight, I finally summoned up the courage to come to Zhang Zimei's house, but Zhang Zimei was drunk!

If you don't come here in vain, the gift will be given in vain. This box of bird's nest in his hand is the real one he had bought from Thailand. It cost more than 10000 yuan.

Ye Xingsheng is not reconciled. Zhang Zimei is not at home. It's OK to explain to her family. He puts the gift box on the tea table and shouts, "is anyone at home?"

A few shouts, no one answered.

Lying on the sofa, Zhang Zimei suddenly moved, grinned foolishly, and said vaguely, "Xiaobin, stop shouting, I'm alone at home!"

Instinctively, hearing Zhang Zimei say that she was the only one at home, ye Xingsheng felt difficult to breathe and was about to suffocate. You know, Zhang Zimei was also the goddess in his heart and the object he longed for!

Ye Xingsheng's mood is both excited and excited, just like a hungry ghost suddenly sees a table full of delicious food, but there is no one at home.

Ye Xingsheng looked at Zhang Zimei carefully from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top. He has never seen Zhang Zimei so close. Her graceful figure, smooth white skin and charming face are rare works of art! She was so close to him that he could smell the faint perfume of her perfume and the peculiar fragrance of girls.

The more he looks, the more excited he is. Ye Xingsheng's blood is boiling. He gets up, goes to the door, locks the door, and returns to Zhang Zimei. He was in a trance and felt like he was in a dream. In the dream, he pressed against the white body.

However, when he is about to succeed, ye Xingsheng suddenly wakes up and pulls his hand back.

"No, no! Ye Xingsheng, you are here for the house tonight. Zhang Zimei is your leader and deputy bureau. I heard that the backstage is very hard. Don't mess around, or your future will be ruined! " Ye Xingsheng told himself secretly in his heart.

Ye Xingsheng took a few deep breaths, eased his excited mood, and quietly called out: "director Zhang, how do you feel? Are you all right? "

Zhang Zimei rolled her eyelids lazily and muttered, "I, I'm ok. What can I do for you? Xiaobin, why don't you call me and make a surprise attack

"Director Zhang, I'm not Xiaobin, I'm Ye Xingsheng!"

"Ye Xingsheng? Who is Ye Xingsheng? Xiaobin, don't make fun of me! " Zhang Zimei twisted her head, closed her eyes, and her chest rose and fell regularly.

Looking at the drunken Zhang Zimei, ye Xingsheng sighed softly. It turned out that he was so insignificant in Zhang Zimei's heart that in her mind, he didn't seem to exist at all.

It's no wonder that he's just the deputy chief of the small personnel department. What he does on weekdays is all miscellaneous work. He has no right to intervene in matters related to personnel changes, such as the selection and arrangement of primary and secondary school principals, the transfer of teachers, etc. It's all decided by several directors or Hao Xueping, chief of the personnel section.

Ye Xingsheng gently called Zhang Zimei a few more times to let her know that he had been to her home. Zhang Zimei is drunk now. Maybe she doesn't know his intention. When she wakes up, she will understand when she sees the present. Now it's the critical moment of housing distribution. What else can he do when he comes to her except for the house?

Zhang Zimei has been drunk unconscious, and has no response to Ye Xingsheng's shouting.

Ye Xingsheng had no choice but to get up.

At the door, ye Xingsheng stopped. Although it's summer, Zhang Zimei lives in a high-rise building. The window on her left is open and the wind blows in. Zhang Zimei will definitely catch a cold if she lies on the sofa and blows all night.

Thinking about this, ye Xingsheng came back and took Zhang Zimei into the master bedroom. In this spacious master bedroom, there is a big Simmons bed, the walls are painted pink, giving people a very warm feeling.

Ye Xingsheng is about to put Zhang Zimei on the bed. Suddenly, Zhang Zimei's head tilts, and with a Whoa, spits out a mouthful of dirt, which makes his white shirt colorful. A bad smell comes to his nose.

The trough!

Ye Xingsheng scolded, gently put Zhang Zimei on the bed, turned to the bathroom in the master bedroom, and wiped the dirt on her shirt with a wet towel.

The dirt in Zhang Zimei's mouth not only vomited on Ye Xingsheng's shirt, but also dropped some on her chest, dirty.

After ye Xingsheng cleaned the dirt on his shirt, he took a wet towel and gave it to Zhang Zimei. However, he can't do it. The white collar is like a fuse, which will trigger the eruption of a volcano and throw him into a place of eternal doom.

After taking a deep breath for several times, ye Xingsheng still plucked up his courage to wipe the dirt from Zhang Zimei's neckline.