Chapter 1205

"Comrade Xiao Zhao, be good, stop now, don't mess around." He Liping said while prying his hands away, coaxing him, "It really hurts a bit."

"Sister He, let me tell you, today if I don't prove to you that I'm a man of flesh and blood, I absolutely will not stop." Zhao Desan put on an appearance of not giving up until he succeeded, with no intention of giving up at all.

He Liping struggled, moved her mouth away, and suddenly bit down hard on his index finger, which had been scratched by the latch on the door. It bit exactly on the wound, and a piercing pain immediately made Zhao Desan scream "Ah," jump back a step, and wail "Ouch" while shaking his finger.

He Liping hurriedly fled to the side, tidied her clothes that had been torn by Zhao Desan, and glared at him triumphantly after escaping the tiger's mouth, saying, "That'll teach you to bully your Sister He!"

Zhao Desan wailed "Ouch," raised his hand to look, and damn, the wound that had just healed and hadn't scabbed over yet was gushing with bright red blood, dripping onto the floor drop by drop. "Sister He, look at what you've done! You bit my finger open!" Zhao Desan said somewhat angrily.

Seeing that his finger had indeed been bitten open by her, He Liping also widened her eyes in surprise, thinking she hadn't used much force, but at the same time, she refused to yield and said, "Who told you not to let go of me! This is called self-defense!"

Zhao Desan rolled his eyes at her, took a piece of toilet paper from his pocket to wrap his bleeding finger, walked up with claws bared again, and said menacingly, "Sister He, I see that I'm a tiger not showing its power, so you think I'm a sick cat. Today, if I don't give you a taste of my power, you won't know how capable I, Comrade Xiao Zhao, am!"

He Liping retreated and threatened, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, do... do you want to be bitten by me again?"

Zhao Desan scoffed, and while approaching her, said, "As long as I take you in your office today, it doesn't matter if you bite me another hundred times!"

He Liping retreated until she had nowhere left to go, leaned against the edge of the desk, and looked at him somewhat panicked, knowing she couldn't resist him. So she brought up Old Zheng and threatened, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, if you dare... dare to be disrespectful to me again, I will... I will tell Old Zheng!"

"Hmph, Sister He, don't use Director Zheng to pressure me. Old Zheng dares to take you in the office, so why wouldn't I dare?" As he spoke, Zhao Desan walked up, placed his hands on her shoulders without a care, pressed her against the desk, and pressed his mouth deeply onto He Liping's.

He Liping glanced sideways at the wall clock and found it was already past ten. Old Zheng would be back soon after finishing his business, so she pushed him, struggled, and said, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, don't, don't be like this. You can't do this in the office, get up quickly."

Since it was easy for her to resist a frontal attack, Zhao Desan grabbed her wrist and twisted it. He Liping couldn't bear the pain in her arm, so she turned her body and lay on the desk, facing away from Zhao Desan in the previous posture. "Comrade Xiao Zhao, you are too presumptuous, what do you want to do! You really can't mess around in the office!"

Just as Zhao Desan pulled his hand out of her clothes and reached for his trouser zipper, preparing to pull it down, the door to Lan Mei's office was suddenly pushed open. Zhao Desan got off He Liping's back with lightning speed. Hearing the door sound, He Liping also hurriedly scrambled up in a panic.

Before the two of them could fully avoid it, Old Zheng stood at the door. Seeing the scene of Zhao Desan on He Liping's back, a wave of jealousy immediately surged into his brain, and he said sternly, "What are you two doing!"

"I... Deputy Director He's back was a bit itchy, so I was scratching it for her." Zhao Desan, in his haste, feigned calmness, chuckled, and told a lie, thinking to himself, "Damn it, it's terrible. Just when I was about to do it, why did this bald donkey come? Did these two conspire?" Thinking this, his heart began to pound, as if waiting for the final judgment. He lowered his head, his heart thumping wildly.

Unexpectedly, He Liping's reaction was beyond his expectations. Although her expression was somewhat panicked, she still feigned calmness and said with a shallow smile, "Yes, maybe I'm not used to this office yet, my body felt so itchy, so I asked Comrade Xiao Zhao to scratch my back."

Zhao Desan breathed a sigh of relief, but still didn't dare to look up to meet Old Zheng's fierce gaze. After all, he had just been seen on He Liping's back.

Fortunately, Old Zheng still trusted He Liping, his old lover, quite a bit. And today was only her second day officially at work; the old guy didn't expect Zhao Desan to have taken her down in such a short time. So his full-blown anger subsided a bit. He put on a stern face and scolded, "Look at what you two looked like just now! If others saw it, the impact would be bad! Comrade Xiao Zhao, you should also be more disciplined in your behavior! Liping, you are also a leader, leaders must pay attention to their words and deeds. This is originally a very normal thing, but if others see it and spread rumors out of context, you won't be able to wash yourself clean even if you jump into the Yellow River!"

"Damn it, it's already impossible to wash clean!" Zhao Desan said to himself.

Seeing that Old Zheng didn't have any suspicions, He Liping's heart finally settled. She brushed a strand of hair from her temple and said with a smile, "Old Zheng, I know, I will pay attention to my image in the future. Comrade Xiao Zhao, alright, go do your work. If there's anything you don't understand, I'll ask you later."

"Oh." Zhao Desan was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly walked out of He Liping's office in a dejected manner. The moment he closed the door, he let out a long sigh of relief. He had really been scared to death just now. If Old Zheng had come in a step later, or if he had pulled his zipper a step earlier, the scene he saw wouldn't have been so easily brushed off with a lie.

Zhao Desan hadn't left yet, clutching his heaving chest, when he heard Old Zheng inside lecturing He Liping in a dissatisfied tone: "Liping, how could you let that guy Comrade Xiao Zhao get so close to you? Don't you know he's very cunning? What if he takes advantage of you, what would you do?"

"Old Zheng, you're overthinking it. I'm a deputy director after all. Even if Comrade Xiao Zhao has ideas about me, he wouldn't dare even if I lent him the guts." He Liping said coquettishly.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Just be on guard against Comrade Xiao Zhao in the future and pay attention to your image." Old Zheng pulled up his pants, sat down on the sofa, and suddenly said happily to He Liping, "Liping, I have some good news for you."

"What good news? Look at how happy you are, Old Zheng." He Liping walked over, sat down beside him, and asked.