Chapter 1180

"What... what is too much?" He Liping asked, very puzzled.

"Don't think I'm stupid. You want me to fan the flames among the subordinates, so you can handle these things with the excuse of 'complying with public opinion' and put some benefits into your own pockets, right? Wanting to play with me like that probably isn't that easy!" Zhao Desan already knew that He Liping coming to find him yesterday to deliberately fan the flames and talk about the procurement of these office supplies must have been under Zheng Tulu's instruction. She had just arrived at the Construction Committee and was just Zheng Tulu's puppet and lover. Everything she said was true, no longer as submissive as before.

"Then what do you want?" He Liping seemed to have recovered a bit from her panic.

"I don't want anything. I just want to get the rights and benefits I deserve," Zhao Desan said playfully.

He Liping scanned the surroundings of the warehouse, perhaps a habitual action she made before making certain decisions, and then said to Zhao Desan, "Why is this little man of yours so stingy? Use your brain, okay? Think about it, if there are benefits, can we leave you out?"

"Hehe," Zhao Desan laughed and continued, "Do you think I would lie on the ground like a dog and beg you?"

"Don't forget, who are you opposing!" He Liping began to throw out her trump card.

"This..." Zhao Desan seemed to be touched in the depths of his nerves by He Liping's words.

Seeing that Zhao Desan was wavering, He Liping took the opportunity to follow up, "You should be clear in your heart what your status is. Even Ma Debang was kicked down; what are you? If you cooperate honestly, I guarantee everyone will be safe. You should know which side is heavier and which side is lighter!" In this emergency, He Liping couldn't care about anything else and directly referred to her relationship with Zheng Tulu as "we." This was perhaps to put psychological pressure on Zhao Desan, letting him know that she was Zheng Tulu's person and that all of this was Zheng Tulu's will. If he insisted on opposing, there would be no good fruit for him to eat.

Zhao Desan was indeed a bit frightened by He Liping's words. He was a bit indecisive. The plan he had originally thought of had run away without a trace. The current him was like a child who had made a mistake, standing there without saying a word, listening devoutly to the teachings of this beautiful Deputy Director He Liping.

Seeing Zhao Desan's timidity, He Liping no longer had a trace of fear at this time. On the contrary, she became even more proud and said to Zhao Desan, "With your current little look, you still want to fight with Director Zheng? Save it!" After saying this, she rolled her eyes at Zhao Desan, who was at a loss, snorted from her delicate little nose, and ordered in a commanding tone, "Hurry up and open the door for me. I don't want to stay in here."

Zhao Desan walked toward the door mechanically, touching the key to find the keyhole. Perhaps because of nervousness or a guilty conscience, his trembling hand couldn't find the keyhole. In a hurry, He Liping stepped forward, grabbed the key from Zhao Desan's hand, and said unkindly, "With your cowardly look! You still want to accomplish big things! You only have a mouth!"

Zhao Desan took a step back. He Liping's words seemed to have touched his sixth sense hard. For a moment, he suddenly woke up, and there was only one thought: he must not let her go now. As long as she went out from here and told Zheng Tulu about today's events, then everything he had would be destroyed. And once he possessed her, perhaps she wouldn't dare to talk too much in order to maintain her reputation and her relationship as Zheng Tulu's lover.

Looking at He Liping opening the lock with her round little buttocks perked up, a raging fire ignited in Zhao Desan's heart. Damn it, that old immortal Zheng Tulu can play with her, why can't I touch her...

For a moment, Zhao Desan's evil grew from his courage. Just as He Liping inserted the key into the lock, he rushed up in one step, spread his hands, and hugged He Liping's waist, which was twisting left and right, tightly...

He Liping was stunned by the sudden attack from behind. She instinctively screamed loudly...

Although Zhao Desan knew that in this deep warehouse, even if a high-power loudspeaker was turned on inside, the outside might not necessarily hear it because the sound insulation effect was very good, he was still panicked. He freed one hand and covered He Liping's mouth, dragging her toward the sofa in the depths of the warehouse...

He Liping had already woken up from her panic and began to struggle desperately. Zhao Desan hugged her waist with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, dragging her toward the sofa in the depths of the warehouse...

With He Liping's struggle and constant twisting, the hand Zhao Desan used to hug her waist had already moved to that pair of soft zones. Although it was separated by clothes and a bra, the feeling of firmness and elasticity still stimulated Zhao Desan's nerves. He no longer cared about He Liping's shouting and freed his hand to untie the buttons on her chest...

Just as Zhao Desan reached out to untie the buttons on He Liping's chest, He Liping began to resist even more crazily. She protected her chest with both hands, scratching and clawing randomly. Her long nails deeply scratched the back of Zhao Desan's hand. Zhao Desan was startled by the stinging pain on his hand for a moment. In this instant, He Liping broke free from his hug...

After breaking free, He Liping tidied up her shirt, which had already been torn, and said while panting, "You... what do you want to do?"

Zhao Desan also asked back while panting, "What do you think I want to do?"

"You'd better let me out immediately! This is the unit, don't mess around!" He Liping said, trembling slightly.

Zhao Desan didn't pay attention to her threat this time, because if he let her out, it would mean all previous efforts were wasted, and it would mean his path in the Construction Committee had come to an end. So he gathered his determination and said calmly, "I am a person who likes challenges. Don't you say Zheng Tulu has ability? I just want to see if he has ability or if I have ability." Zhao Desan's words had two meanings: one referred to the ability to handle things in daily life, and the other referred to the ability in matters between men and women.

"Don't you think you're being too presumptuous!" He Liping tried her best to appear composed.

While she was speaking, Zhao Desan had already begun to move toward her slowly, while reaching out to touch her beautiful and charming face.

"Don't touch me!" He Liping scolded coquettishly. But just as she wanted to reach out to separate Zhao Desan's hand, she was grabbed by the wrist by Zhao Desan and pulled into his arms. Before she could react, a hot pair of lips had already been pressed onto her face from behind her...

He Liping was extremely shy. She reached out her other hand and scratched Zhao Desan's hand hard again. Zhao Desan learned from his mistakes this time and was already prepared. He turned his hand outward, grabbed her wrist again, and twisted it backward, completely controlling He Liping in his grasp.

Like He Liping, a noble and gentle professional strong woman, although she appeared extremely angry, she also appeared elegantly powerless. At this moment, with her arms locked by Zhao Desan, her coquettish state caused by anger was even more shy and moving.

"Let go of me!" Zhao Desan's face flushed red, and she struggled to swing her arms.

Zhao Desan looked at He Liping struggling for a while with slight nervousness, then used one palm to hold her hands tightly, and then reached toward her waist...

"No, even if I beg you, don't!" Realizing that even if she struggled, she was no match for Zhao Desan, He Liping finally began to beg. ===== CHAPTER 1181 =====