Chapter 1192

Not knowing if He Liping and Zheng Tulu had left the office, Zhao Desan walked out of the office to the windowsill and looked down. Seeing that Zheng Tulu's car was still parked in the courtyard, he knew he was still lingering in the office, and He Liping should also be in the office. What were these two doing in the office after the trucks for the air conditioners and office supplies had left? Without thinking, Zhao Desan knew they must be having passionate sex in the office. Thinking of this, he suddenly had a bold idea. He took his phone, got up, walked out of the office, quickly left the office building, looked around, and seeing that there was no one in the Construction Committee courtyard, he sneaked quickly toward the back of the office building. He moved a bamboo ladder from a corner, leaned it against the wall directly below Zheng Tulu's office, and measured it with his eyes. It seemed a bit too low to reach Zheng Tulu's office window. The height of the ladder could only reach the middle between the first and second floors, but this opportunity was hard to come by. If he could film the scene of Zheng Tulu and He Liping being promiscuous in the office and hold the handles of the number one and number two, then in the future, in the Construction Committee, he'd see who dared to provoke him. Because the situation here was different from the Yuyang City Coal Bureau, there was almost no opportunity to get close to the leaders here. Today, he had finally found such a rare opportunity. Zhao Desan steeled his heart and decided not to let this opportunity go. He had to try it no matter what. But looking at the height of the ladder, he would need to be three meters taller to reach the window of Zheng Tulu's office on the third floor.

So, after racking his brains, he suddenly thought of a way. He broke off a thin bamboo pole from the garden nearby, turned on the video function of his phone, clamped the phone to it, climbed up the ladder, and raised it toward the back window of Zheng Tulu's office.

Just as he had extended the bamboo pole past the second-floor window, the second-floor window suddenly opened. This sudden action frightened Zhao Desan so much that he lost his footing and fell from the ladder immediately. Due to human instinct, at the moment of losing his footing, Zhao Desan still screamed "Ah!" in terror. However, fortunately, there was a patch of grass behind the office building. Falling from a height of three meters didn't break his arms or legs, but after a soft landing on his back, he still groaned "Ouch" on the ground in pain.

"Comrade Xiao Zhao, you... what are you doing?" Lan Mei leaned over the second-floor window, looking at Zhao Desan rolling on the grass, and asked with both worry and confusion.

"Ouch, it hurts." Zhao Desan groaned in pain with his hands on his waist. At the same time, he opened his eyes and saw Director Lan leaning on the window. He then remembered that her office was directly below Zheng Tulu's office, but he hadn't expected her to still be at work.

Zheng Tulu and He Liping, who were in the middle of their promiscuous act in the office, heard the sudden "Ouch" sound in the quiet environment.

"Why is someone calling?" He Liping was the first to feel puzzled.

"Someone is calling." Zheng Tulu stopped his offensive and said in confusion.

He Liping was just getting into the state from his attack. With a flushed face and seductive eyes full of desire, she looked at him, thrust her rounded, fleshy buttocks, and urged him panting, "Old Zheng, hurry, continue. I'm so itchy, I want it."

Zheng Tulu felt a bit strange and said, "Wait a moment." He pulled his weapon out of He Liping's moist flower cave, followed the direction of the sound to the window, and saw Zhao Desan sitting on the ground holding his waist.

Why hasn't this guy left yet? What is he doing in the back? In confusion, Zheng Tulu opened the window, poked his head out, and asked Zhao Desan, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, why haven't you left yet? What are you doing here!" While questioning, he saw a bamboo ladder lying on the ground, phone parts scattered everywhere, and a three-meter-long green bamboo with a split end next to it. These strange things made Zheng Tulu suspicious.

Seeing that Zheng Tulu had discovered him, Zhao Desan hurriedly stood up from the ground in a flurry. In his urgency, he had a flash of inspiration and replied, "Director Lan's network cable has some problems, so I'm helping her check it. Who knew... who knew the ladder would fall." As he spoke, he used the corner of his eye to wink at Lan Mei, who was staring with crystalline eyes and looking confused.

Lan Mei was stunned for a moment. She didn't know what kind of ghost he was playing, but she knew it definitely wasn't anything good. Out of the instinct to protect him, Lan Mei placed her hands on the window, looked up at Zheng Tulu on the third floor, and said, "My office's network cable has some problems, so I asked Comrade Xiao Zhao to help me look at it. Director Zheng, you haven't left work yet?"

"Oh, I'm working overtime to handle some things, I'll be off soon." Zhao Desan's clever reaction and Lan Mei's cooperation dispelled Zheng Tulu's doubts. He glanced at Zhao Desan and closed the window.

"What happened?" He Liping, who was lying on the sofa with her fair buttocks stuck out waiting for Zheng Tulu to handle her, turned her head and asked him, panting slightly.

It was this intoxicated "Uh" sound from He Liping that was immediately heard by Zhao Desan, who was standing behind the office building holding his lower back in pain. His ears were too sharp. Hearing the sound that a woman would only make when being promiscuous, he immediately concluded that Zheng Tulu and He Liping were having sex in the office. Thinking that this opportunity had been ruined by Lan Mei, Zhao Desan felt extremely unlucky. Not only was the opportunity lost, but even worse, his phone was broken, and he had twisted his waist. It was truly a case of losing his wife and losing his army; it was too fucking not worth it.

Lan Mei, standing on the second-floor balcony, saw him in pain and looking like he had fallen quite hard, and asked with some heartache, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, does it hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt." Zhao Desan gave her a resentful look and acted like a hero, thinking, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be so unlucky. Not only did I fail to film the video of Zheng Tulu and He Liping being promiscuous, but I also lost a phone, and I even twisted my waist!"

"Come up here!" Lan Mei said in a commanding tone, then closed the window.

Zhao Desan looked up at Lan Mei's office window with resentment. One hand supported his waist as he squatted down, and the other hand picked up his SIM card from the phone parts on the ground. Standing up, he got angry as soon as he thought of this unlucky event. He kicked the phone parts away violently, and at the same time twisted his waist again, which made him clench his back teeth in pain. Supporting his waist, he walked to the front of the office building, went up to the second floor, came to the door of Lan Mei's office, knocked twice, and without waiting for her permission, turned the door handle and went in.

Lan Mei was sitting upright in her chair, looking at him with strange eyes, not asking anything, as if she were very dissatisfied with his recent performance.

Zhao Desan supported his waist, panting "Ouch," gave her a resentful look, and asked unpleasantly, "What's the matter?"

Lan Mei's gaze was fixed straight on his eyes, and she asked in a serious tone, "What kind of ghost were you playing in the back just now?"

"None of your business!" Zhao Desan tilted his head and said unpleasantly.

Lan Mei smiled faintly, a smile that didn't reach her eyes, and asked back, "None of my business? If I hadn't helped you smooth things over just now, how would you have explained it to Zheng?"

Lan Mei's words were true. If she hadn't understood his meaning just now and helped him smooth things over, he really wouldn't have known what to do when facing Zheng Tulu's questioning. Facing the suspicious Zheng Tulu, if she hadn't helped him smooth things over, that old guy would have been suspicious. "I... I thank you for what happened just now, okay?" Zhao Desan pouted, still unwilling to admit his mistake.

"Thanks? How will you thank me?" Lan Mei softened her tone, leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms over her chest, and looked at him with strange eyes.

Isn't this making things difficult for me? Zhao Desan thought, tilted his head, and said, "At worst, just say whatever you want me to do!"

"Then don't... don't be angry with me anymore, okay?" Being in a cold war with Zhao Desan these days made Lan Mei feel very aggrieved and lonely, and she really wanted to get his understanding.

"I'm not angry with you!" Zhao Desan tilted his head and rolled his eyes, his tone somewhat disdainful.

Seeing Zhao Desan's expression turn bad when this was mentioned, Lan Mei thought it was better to forget it. Sooner or later he would understand her hidden bitterness. Instead of asking now and affecting her mood, she might as well not ask. "What kind of ghost were you playing in the back just now?" Lan Mei changed the subject and cut to the point.

Zhao Desan put his hands on his waist, moved his waist, and said as if nothing had happened, "Playing."

"Playing? You're quite good at playing, aren't you? Climbing up a ladder to play? And holding a bamboo pole, I think you wanted to sneak a photo of Zheng's office, right?" Lan Mei pointed out the truth in one sentence.

Hearing that his ghost idea was so easily seen through by Director Lan, Zhao Desan immediately became very nervous and said, "Director Lan, you can't talk nonsense like this. If it reaches Zheng Tulu's ears, I definitely won't have a good ending!"

"You know that? Then tell me honestly, were you trying to sneak a photo of Zheng just now?" Lan Mei saw Zhao Desan's reaction and knew she had hit the nail on the head, so she took the opportunity to pursue the question.