Chapter 1184

"I know." Zhao Desan smiled contentedly. He didn't expect that his beauty-conquering plan today would not only be successfully completed but also wouldn't leave any future trouble, which made him feel very satisfied.

"What are you still standing there for? Why don't you hurry up and open the door!" He Liping touched the stray hair at her temples, rolled her eyes at him, and urged.

"Oh." Zhao Desan suddenly realized, hurriedly picked up the key that had fallen during the fight on the ground, and walked up quickly. This time, because he wasn't nervous, he easily inserted the key into the lock, turned it gently, and with a "bang," the lock opened.

Seeing the warehouse door open, He Liping followed and walked up, preparing to open the door and go out. Zhao Desan saw Zheng Tulu get out of the car from the door crack, hurriedly closed the door, and said in a panic, "Shh, Zheng Tulu is outside!"

He Liping immediately covered her mouth nervously and held her breath. After a while, Zhao Desan looked outside from the door crack again and saw that there was no one in the yard, so he turned his head and said to He Liping, "Sister He, you go out first, I'll go out in a while."

He Liping looked at him bewitchingly. When she opened the door to go out, Zhao Desan didn't forget to threaten her with a ghost smile, "Sister He, you must not tell Zheng Tulu about our business. Don't forget, what wonderful photos I have in my hand."

He Liping opened her crystal-clear eyes wide and glared at him, saying angrily, "Am I stupid! I still dare to tell him! It's you! You must keep this secret! Don't tell anyone!"

Zhao Desan smiled and said, "I will definitely keep this secret."

He Liping rolled her eyes at him, opened the door, looked around for a while, lowered her head, walked quickly out of the warehouse, and quickened her pace toward the office building. Zhao Desan looked at He Liping, whose round little buttocks were swaying left and right because her steps were too fast, and thought of the scene where he conquered her by force on the old sofa behind him, feeling extremely excited. After He Liping walked into the office building, Zhao Desan came out of the warehouse, locked the door quickly, and rushed into the office building with quick steps.

Because he was twenty minutes late, as soon as he entered the office, he was conveyed Lan Mei's words by Xia Jian, asking him to go to Lan Mei's office. Although they had entered a cold war stage because Lan Mei went on a business trip with Zheng Tulu, he still did his work diligently. Knowing he was late, he felt a bit guilty after knocking on Lan Mei's office door and stood in the middle of the office, lowering his head and waiting for Lan Mei's criticism.

Lan Mei, who had always longed for Zhao Desan's understanding, had no temper to look down on him in front of him. She just looked at him bewitchingly and asked faintly, "Xiao Zhao, do you know that you are a full half an hour late?"

"I know." Zhao Desan turned his head to the side. Although he knew he was wrong, he still looked a bit impatient.

Lan Mei looked at him with eyes like shuttles and continued to ask, "Why are you late? You have never been late before!" In the entire Planning Division, Lan Mei had always valued Zhao Desan, not only because of his outstanding work ability but more importantly because he had almost never been late in the past year. Even if he was late, it was only a few minutes, which could be ignored. But this afternoon, Zhao Desan was a full half an hour late. If Xia Jian hadn't come to tell her, she wouldn't have known that Zhao Desan had been at work for half an hour and didn't know where he had gone. This was a huge departure from Zhao Desan's behavior of working steadily, which made her a bit unable to understand.

If it were before, if Lan Mei treated him so strictly and cared about his work status, Zhao Desan would definitely be very happy. But now he felt that this beautiful young lady in front of him was a bit annoying. He looked at her impatiently and asked, "Then tell me, whatever punishment you want is fine!"

Faced with Zhao Desan's attitude of not repenting, Lan Mei, who had always been deeply misunderstood, suddenly got a stomach full of anger. She was furious, opened her crystal-clear eyes wide, her five features tightened, and she scolded sternly, "Zhao Desan! You are a full half an hour late for work! And you still have this attitude of not making progress! If you don't want to work in the Planning Division, then get out! No one is stopping you!"

Ever since he had intimate contact with Lan Mei, Zhao Desan had never received such treatment from her. He was startled by her sudden strict scolding and looked at her at a loss. The momentum just now softened, and he said stammeringly, "I just said... said if I'm late, whatever punishment you want is fine. How come... how come it's not making progress?"

Lan Mei tightened her face, a flame of anger burning in her gaze. Her tone didn't soften at all, and she still glared at him sternly, "You still have reasons! Reflect on yourself properly! Your current work attitude is like a different person from when you started! Don't say it's because I influenced you recently! I don't have such great influence! I have already endured what I should endure!" As she said this, Lan Mei thought of the great grievances she had endured for Zhao Desan, being threatened by Zheng Tulu with their handle to take her on a business trip to another city, acting as his plaything for nearly half a month. The cutting pain of being humiliated and unable to find anyone to confide in was something only she could experience. Her eye circles instantly turned red, and crystal-clear tears condensed in her watery eyes. With a low head, two bean-sized tears rolled down. She was extremely wronged and sobbed softly.

Lan Mei's emotional change made Zhao Desan feel a bit puzzled. He looked at her crying blankly, then pulled down his face, walked up, took a pack of tissues from his pocket, pulled one out, handed it over, and advised, "Division Chief Lan, you... what are you doing? I didn't provoke you. Don't let others see it and think I bullied you."

Lan Mei didn't even raise her head, pulled the tissue from his hand, wiped her tears while sobbing, "Get out! I don't need you to advise me! Get out!"

Looking at Lan Mei lying on the table and crying sadly, Zhao Desan's heart softened, and he temporarily put aside his dissatisfaction with her, preparing to advise her well. But just then, he saw the hickey on her neck that hadn't completely faded again. Although it had turned light red, it still looked exceptionally clear on Lan Mei's fair skin. This immediately ignited the flame in Zhao Desan's heart again. Without a word, he turned around and left with hatred! When he walked out, because his anger was too great, he slammed the door hard.

Seeing Zhao Desan returning to the office with a displeased face, Xia Jian put on a schadenfreude smile on his face.