Chapter 1160

Zhao Desan immediately lost interest in these things, took a puff of his cigarette, blew a smoke ring, looked at her seriously, and asked bluntly: "What happened that night? Why was the phone answered by Zheng Tulu?"

This question hit Lan Mei's sore spot, making her expression suddenly become uneasy. She paused, brushed her long hair to cover her unease, smiled faintly, and said: "That day was the opening ceremony, there were too many leaders from the province, and I drank too much."

"Then why was Zheng Tulu in your room?" Zhao Desan asked, getting to the bottom of it.

Before returning, Lan Mei had already thought that Zhao Desan would definitely ask about these things, and had already thought about how to answer. So she smiled lightly, seemingly without thinking, and said: "Because I drank too much, he helped me back to the room." After saying this, seeing that Zhao Desan's expression didn't change at all because of her words, she added: "He saw me the next morning and said you called, and his phone ran out of power while he was answering it."

Lan Mei's lie was seamless. Although there were no flaws or points worth doubting on the surface, Zhao Desan wasn't stupid. Didn't he know what kind of person Zheng Tulu was? Having such a good opportunity to go on a business trip alone with Lan Mei, how could he not have any thoughts or actions toward her? Sure enough, while he was thinking about these questions in his mind and staring fixedly at Department Chief Lan, Lan Mei turned her head to dodge his sharp gaze because of her guilty conscience. At the moment she turned her head, Zhao Desan suddenly discovered a dark red hickey on her neck. Lan Mei had been done by Zheng Tulu; this was something Zhao Desan was certain of. Seeing the hickey on her neck, his reaction wasn't that strong. Instead, he flicked the ash, got up, walked straight forward, came behind Lan Mei, and deliberately pretended to be gentle: "Department Chief Lan, you must be exhausted after such a long business trip, right? Let me rub your shoulders and give you a massage."

Lan Mei didn't know what Zhao Desan intended by this move. She tilted her face up and said warmly: "Xiao Zhao, better not. It's not good if someone sees it. We must keep a certain distance, otherwise, we can't let people gossip."

Damn! Pretending in front of me! A sneer appeared on the corner of Zhao Desan's mouth, and then he smiled and said: "It's okay, the door has been locked by you, Department Chief Lan, who else will see it? Let me rub it for you."

Lan Mei didn't resist anymore, leaned on the boss chair, and enjoyed Zhao Desan's finger skills. And don't say, the strength of his finger massage was neither heavy nor light, just right. For Lan Mei, who was exhausted all over from being ravaged by Zheng Tulu, it was really a pleasant enjoyment.

Seeing Lan Mei like this, Zhao Desan was particularly angry in his heart, wishing he could give her two big slaps! He didn't understand why the chaste woman he thought she was would knowingly walk into the tiger's den? What was she trying to do? If she couldn't stand the loneliness and wanted to be moisturized by a man, was his mighty masculinity not as good as the aging Zheng Tulu? The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Then, while rubbing, he suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Department Chief Lan, what's wrong with your neck? Why is it all red?" Saying this, he pulled her collar to one side, revealing the hickey on her neck.

Lan Mei was panicked now. Before returning, she had warned herself not to let Zhao Desan see the scar on her neck sucked by Zheng Tulu, but she had forgotten it. "The hotel bed wasn't clean, it was very itchy, I scratched it." Lan Mei's expression was obviously panicked, and she hurriedly pulled her collar tight and fastened the button that was usually open on her neck.

"I'm afraid it wasn't scratched, right?" Zhao Desan asked with a sneer.

Lan Mei explained nervously: "It really was scratched, the bed wasn't clean, my whole body was itchy, I scratched it."

Zhao Desan let out a hum and said mercilessly: "Whole body itchy? Whole body horny, right! Who are you fooling? Do you think I, Zhao Desan, am a three-year-old child? I don't recognize such an obvious thing sucked out by a man's mouth? I say Department Chief Lan, I really didn't see it, you actually have a masochistic hobby, right? You were already date-raped by Zheng Tulu once, and this time you followed him on a business trip alone, and you got drunk and let him send you back to the room. What's next? What's next, did you start doing it?" Zhao Desan said, clapping his palms "pa, pa, pa" a few times.

Zhao Desan's words were heart-piercing and resonant, directly hitting Lan Mei's sore spot, stabbing a knife into her most fragile heart, instantly pushing Lan Mei's emotions to the edge of collapse. Tears rolled out of her eyes immediately, and she looked at him with teary eyes, feeling wronged. "I... I was afraid Zheng Tulu would find trouble with you, that's why I... I went with him... how... how can even you humiliate me? I did it for you... woo woo..." Lan Mei cried and complained.

Zhao Desan was not moved by Lan Mei's tears, sneered, and said: "Alright, stop acting like a cat crying for a mouse. You did it for me? I'm afraid you did it for yourself. I humiliated you? From today on, the relationship between us is cut off. You continue to be your department chief, and I continue to be my small staff member. The road is wide, let's each walk half of it. Don't have any more entanglements, and then you don't have to worry about anyone gossiping anymore." After saying this, Zhao Desan turned around, slammed the door with a "bang," and walked out. ===== CHAPTER 1161 =====