Chapter 1200

Zheng Tulu laughed a little bit, and then looked into the office again, and saw Zhao Desan, so he said in surprise, "Comrade Xiao Zhao is also here with you?" Saying this, he walked in uninvited, patted Zhao Desan on the shoulder who was pretending to repair the network cable: "Comrade Xiao Zhao, what are you doing, so serious?"

"Oh, helping Director Lan look at the network cable." Zhao Desan turned back and said, holding the crystal plug in his hand and pretending.

At this time, Zhao Desan also realized that He Liping followed up. He glanced sideways, and his strange eyes collided with hers, and he immediately felt a chill on his face.

"Did you find out what the problem is?" He Liping walked up and asked deliberately.

"Maybe the crystal plug is a little loose." Zhao Desan said casually, anyway, these people don't understand this.

He Liping smiled faintly and said, "Old Zheng, I can't see that Comrade Xiao Zhao is quite powerful, and he is versatile and can repair computers."

Zheng Tulu smiled and said, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, this young man should be said to be the smartest one in our Provincial Construction Committee. No matter what happens, he can turn bad luck into good luck."

Zhao Desan immediately heard that Zheng Tulu's sentence was a pun, and wasn't it meant to satirize him? But he was unmoved. In front of He Liping, he smiled modestly and said, "Director Zheng, you are too praised. Every word and action of our people below is to look at you!"

He Liping smiled faintly, "Old Zheng, listen, Comrade Xiao Zhao is so sweet, like eating honey."

Zheng Tulu laughed, and then said seriously to Zhao Desan, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, Deputy Director He is at work for the first day, and there are many procedures in the unit's work that she doesn't understand very well. If Deputy Director He has anything she doesn't understand, you have to help her in the future. I see that you are a flexible young man, so this heavy responsibility is handed over to you."

He Liping followed up, "That is, Comrade Xiao Zhao, if I have anything I don't understand in the future, I will come directly to you!"

What kind of play are these adulterers singing? Is this old fox trying to use her to supervise me? Zhao Desan thought, then nodded with a fawning smile, "Okay, okay." At the same time, he said in his heart, "If you come to find me, I will handle you once, Zheng Laoer can do things, I can do the same! Even better than him!"

He Liping blinked at Zhao Desan with strange eyes, a seductive smile flashed on the corner of her mouth, and said, "Then Comrade Xiao Zhao, I will come directly to you if I have anything in the future."

Zhao Desan was stunned for a moment. Seeing He Liping winking at him behind Zheng Laoer's back, it didn't seem like she was sent by Zheng Laoer to supervise him. Could it be... Zhao Desan felt a little itchy in his heart when he thought of this, and returned a look, nodding repeatedly, "Definitely, definitely, as long as I can help Deputy Director He, I will definitely do my best." Originally, he was going to habitually call out Sister He, but in front of Director Lan and Zheng Laoer, such a title would be too intimate, so he changed it immediately before the word "Sister" came out: "As long as I can help Deputy Director He, I will definitely do my best."

Zheng Tulu smiled, patted him on the shoulder twice, and said, "Alright, you continue to help your Director Lan look at the network. We will leave work first. Don't be too late. If it really doesn't work, ask the network company to look at it tomorrow."

"Okay." Zhao Desan and Lan Mei answered in unison.

When walking out of the office, Zheng Tulu saw the sweater that Lan Mei had taken off and stained on the sofa, and there were several balls of toilet paper in the trash can beside the sofa. He immediately knew that Zhao Desan had been lingering in Lan Mei's office for so long, and they must have done that in the office. However, he now had a beautiful young woman by his side who was more considerate than Lan Mei, so his feeling for Lan Mei was greatly reduced. A wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he walked out of the office with He Liping without saying a word.

Watching them go down the stairs, Lan Mei returned to the office, closed the door, covered her chest to calm down, blushed slightly, and saw Zhao Desan still pretending to hold the network cable, so she scolded, "Alright, stop pretending! Pack your things and get off work!"

Zhao Desan then smiled triumphantly and said, "Fortunately, I reacted quickly, otherwise I would definitely have been discovered by that Zheng Laoer that we were wrong."

Zhao Desan was wrong. When Zheng Tulu went down the stairs, he sneered and asked He Liping beside him: "Liping, did you see it just now? Lan Mei's sweater was still on the sofa, and there were several balls of toilet paper in the trash can. You can tell at a glance that they didn't do anything good in the office!"

When the door opened and she saw Lan Mei, He Liping's sensitivity and intuition as a woman told her that the peach red on Lan Mei's face was definitely not natural, but a natural phenomenon that only occurs after lingering. So she was not surprised at all and said with a seductive smile: "Looking at her blushing face, I knew it. Didn't Old Zheng and I just do the same thing in the office?"

Zheng Tulu said: "That brat can compare with me! I want to make him cry and laugh about this promotion, and have nowhere to complain! If I don't punish that brat, I think he is bold and doesn't put me, the Director, in his eyes at all!"

"Old Zheng, alright, don't always hold such a big grudge against him. High anger is easy to hurt the body, and it's not worth it to hurt your own body!" He Liping's seemingly kind persuasion actually had a bit of meaning to speak for Zhao Desan. Ever since she was forced by that guy in the warehouse today, He Liping had an unprecedented experience and satisfaction, and she knew what a real woman was. Although she knew that guy was a flower-hearted radish who wanted to go up whenever he saw a beautiful woman, she still had a thought of wanting to protect him, fearing that he would be persecuted by Zheng Tulu.

"High anger can be vented." Zheng Tulu turned his face, his eyes shining, looking at He Liping lecherously, and continued: "Liping, you are my medicine to clear heat and vent fire."

He Liping heard him say this, and deliberately acted a bit angry and said: "Old Zheng, so you just treat me as a tool to vent your fire?"

Seeing He Liping's face sink, Zheng Tulu immediately said with a smile: "No, no, I'm just making an analogy. You know how important you are in my heart. If I didn't have you in my heart, how could I promote you to be by my side under such great pressure."

He Liping laughed and said: "I'm joking, look at how anxious you are, Old Zheng."