Chapter 1194

Lan Mei finished laughing, then put on a straight face, her gaze still strange, and asked, "Why did you go to film at that time? Did you know what handle you could get on Zheng?"

"Do you think Zheng Tulu promoted He Liping to Deputy Director just to kick Ma Debang away?" Zhao Desan asked back, "I'll tell you the truth, He Liping was Ma Debang's subordinate and lover before. Promoting her to be by his side, will there be less of that? So, Director Lan, don't think that you are the only one in the entire Construction Committee who will be looked upon by Zheng Tulu. Your efforts are all in vain. You are just one of his many playthings. Even if you pay more, he won't promote you."

Lan Mei was angered by Zhao Desan's words, which were spoken without knowing the truth. The feeling of being wronged and misunderstood really made her angry. She widened her eyes, almost choking on her breath, and scolded, "Zhao Desan! Shut up!"

"If you say don't say it, then I won't." Zhao Desan tilted his head with an indifferent look.

Lan Mei realized that her reaction was indeed too intense, so she softened her tone and said, out of breath, "Xiao Zhao, I don't care how you misunderstand me. I won't explain anything to you. Sooner or later you will understand what you should understand. Maybe it won't be long before you understand. I just hope you don't let your work slide because of these things. Your recent work attitude is really quite bad, which is very unfavorable for your personal development, you know?"

Zhao Desan didn't want to keep pestering her about the things between her and Zheng Tulu, so he said indifferently, "Alright, I won't care about your business, and I can't care about it. I will do what I should do. You helped me a lot today, so I owe you a favor. If you need any help in the future, I will return this favor."

"Let's not talk about this." Lan Mei brushed the broken hair by her ear, calmed her excited mood, looked at his waist with concerned eyes, and then asked, "Is your waist okay?"

"It's fine, I just twisted it when I fell." Zhao Desan put his hands on his waist. It could be seen from his expression that he was still in some pain, but he always liked to act like a big man in front of women.

"Can you come over and let me take a look?" Lan Mei said.

Zhao Desan thought about it. Anyway, the two of them had already had deep skin-to-skin contact, and it wasn't like they were pure and innocent. If she wanted to see, let her see. So he walked over and stuck his butt out in front of her.

Lan Mei tentatively rubbed his waist. A kind of soreness immediately made Zhao Desan scream "Ouch," and at the same time, he pulled his butt back, turned his head, and said, "What are you doing?"

"I'm seeing if it hurts." Lan Mei couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Zhao Desan rolled his eyes at her, stood up straight, and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll go first."

Just as he was about to turn and leave, Lan Mei suddenly got up, hugged his waist from behind, and buried her face in his back. A feeling of stability and contentment surged into the lonely heart of this young woman.

"Let go!" Zhao Desan didn't resist, just said this lightly. He could clearly feel her firm, beautiful breasts pressing against his back, transmitting a soft elasticity.

"I won't let go." Lan Mei began to act like a spoiled child. When she said this, she instinctively looked at the office door and found that Zhao Desan had habitually locked the door when he came in. It seems that Zhao Desan is creating opportunities for himself! Lan Mei thought so.

"You'd better let go! Didn't I tell you? From now on, we'll each go our own way. Except for work-related dealings, other things have nothing to do with each other. Why are you hugging me like this again?" Zhao Desan stopped his words, his tone somewhat sad. He really didn't expect that this young woman who made him so fascinated and obsessed would unhesitatingly dedicate herself to Zheng Tulu just to gain his appreciation.

"Desan, why can't you understand me? I really didn't throw myself into Zheng's arms as you said. It's just... it's just that there are some things now that I can't... can't tell you!" Lan Mei was so anxious that she wished she could dig out her heart and show it to Zhao Desan.

"Hehe." Zhao Desan laughed lightly, then used his hands to pry Lan Mei's hands hugging his waist, slowly turned his body, and faced Lan Mei's face, saying, "Alright, let's not pester about this matter anymore. I've also thought about it now. Being angry is useless. Instead of having this energy, it's better to use it on other people and things."

"Use it on other people and things." Lan Mei was extremely sensitive to this sentence. Could it be that he was preparing to find someone else? Lan Mei was a bit confused by Zhao Desan's ambiguous words, so she pursued, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Desan looked at Lan Mei's tangled appearance and knew she had thought crookedly, so he said sincerely and angrily, "What's wrong? Don't understand? It means you can't count on hanging yourself on one tree."

"So you have... have you found someone you like?" Lan Mei asked with jealousy.

"This doesn't bother you. I will grasp the measure of my own affairs." Zhao Desan continued to be angry.

"You dare!" Lan Mei continued to say without thinking in her urgency.

Zhao Desan looked at Lan Mei blankly. For some reason, a warm current surged in his heart. Lan Mei's attitude seemed to make her feel very gratified, but he still stubbornly said, "Why wouldn't I dare? Why wouldn't you dare? What are you to me? Do you need to care?"

Lan Mei didn't expect Zhao Desan to be so stubborn. Her eyes were on fire, and she shouted fiercely at Zhao Desan, "Fine, fine, I'm nothing, I'm just a slut, okay!" After saying that, she picked up her bag and walked toward the door...

Zhao Desan really didn't expect that when he was clearly feeling warm, he would be stubborn for the sake of a little man's face, causing Director Lan to be angered, ignoring him and not giving him any face at all. Originally, he wanted to anger Director Lan and get her to reveal the "inconvenient things" she kept talking about, but she didn't reply with a single word. If she had retorted something, he could have held her and continued to argue with her. Even better, if Lan Mei saw him angry, she would completely soften and hug him desperately. But Zhao Desan was too confident. Lan Mei didn't have any intention of stopping at all, which made Zhao Desan a bit embarrassed. Pull? Or not pull? If he didn't pull, it wouldn't be so easy to reconcile with Director Lan in the future. Pull? Wouldn't that be slapping himself in the face?

The tangled heart made Zhao Desan walk forward absentmindedly, reaching out to the latch on the door, while thinking to himself: Damn it, since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unjust. While exerting force to grab the door handle, he pulled the door hard. It was unlucky to say that under the force, his finger slipped to the corner of the latch, and a piercing pain immediately spread throughout Zhao Desan's body...

"Ouch..." Zhao Desan immediately screamed, and at the same time, he retracted his hand in pain, and fresh blood flowed out immediately...

Lan Mei, who had just walked two steps, heard Zhao Desan's scream behind her. Turning back, she saw his funny appearance. At first, she thought he was deliberately pretending to let her fall for it, in this way to keep her, but when Zhao Desan was turning in circles in pain, she saw the blood dripping on the milky floor. For a moment, she turned around and ran over regardless of everything, reached out and grabbed Zhao Desan's injured hand to look. My God, the injury was not light. Without thinking, she put Zhao Desan's scratched hand into her mouth...

Zhao Desan's finger was scratched, and it was really piercing pain, but it wasn't to the point where he couldn't feel anything. Therefore, when Lan Mei grabbed his hand and put his finger into her mouth regardless of everything, he definitely didn't hug Lan Mei because of the pain! Instead, he saw Director Lan's care for him in this subtle matter. A warm current surged, and the feeling of love made him make this unconscious move.

"Stop messing around, let's see how your hand is first?" Lan Mei pushed Zhao Desan, wanting to break free from his arms, and asked with concern at the same time.

"No, as long as you, Director Lan, are truly sincere to me, even if my finger is broken, I am willing!" Zhao Desan was touched by Lan Mei's actions and said sincerely.

Hearing Zhao Desan's words, Lan Mei's tense body relaxed all at once, lying softly in his arms, two lines of hot tears rolling down, looking at him with emotion and warmth, not knowing what to say...

Zhao Desan hugged her tighter, as if he was afraid that she would run away if he let go. After his heartbeat, he whispered in her ear, "Alright, everything is over. I know you, Director Lan, have hidden bitterness that you can't say, everything will be fine!"

Hearing Zhao Desan's comforting words, Lan Mei stopped crying, raised her tear-stained face to look at Zhao Desan, and muttered, "Your mouth is a bee's butt, sweet, you only know how to use your mouth to deal with me."

Zhao Desan immediately said with a serious face, "That's not true. What I have never been able to let go of in my heart is you, Director Lan. I have been worrying and thinking of ways for your affairs these days. I know Zheng Tulu must have used some method to threaten you. You have wronged me to death."

Lan Mei smiled with gratification and said, "Is that so? It seems it's still my fault?"

Zhao Desan moved Lan Mei's body toward the office and closed the door casually. He wanted to argue with her a few more words, but when he looked down at Lan Mei, he found that the blood on his hand had stained a small piece of her chest red, so he hurriedly let go of Lan Mei, pointed to her chest with his finger, and said, "Oh no, Director Lan, your clothes are all stained red."

Lan Mei looked along Zhao Desan's finger, and sure enough, there was a piece of blood stain on her chest. A flush appeared on her face immediately, and she lowered her head and blamed in a low voice, "It's all your fault, look what to do now?"

"What to do? Just change a piece of clothes, isn't such a simple thing need to ask me?" Zhao Desan said deliberately.