Chapter 1235

"Talk about what?" Zhao Desan smiled lightly, turned his body completely around, walked back up, pulled out the chair, and sat down.

Seeing this, a gratified smile appeared on Lan Mei's sorrowful face.

"Any problems at work lately?" Lan Mei started from the topic of work, but actually, she wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with him.

"Everything is normal." Zhao Desan said with a light smile. Having been at the Construction Committee for nearly a year, Zhao Desan had completely mastered the work of the Planning Section. Coupled with the fact that Lan Mei had always arranged important work for him to do, he was now tempered and refined; ordinary work had no difficulty for him at all.

Seeing him speak so easily, Lan Mei smiled shallowly and said, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, to be honest, when you first came to the unit, I really had prejudices against you, because I always felt that people who relied on connections to get into the unit definitely had no work ability and couldn't handle the work. But I didn't expect that you, this guy, would start to stand out in less than a month. Your work ability is excellent, and your interpersonal relationships are also good. Honestly, I really admire you."

Lan Mei's words were very pleasing to Zhao Desan's heart, but she didn't know that the reason Zhao Desan had completely mastered the work of the Planning Section in such a short time was entirely due to the principles of conduct in government units he had learned during those three years at the Yuyang City Coal Bureau. If it weren't for those three years of work experience in government units, I'm afraid that with just Zhao Desan's little bit of cleverness, it wouldn't have been so easy to gain Lan Mei's complete recognition.

"Section Chief Lan, it's really not easy to hear you praise someone. To hear you say this, I'm really a bit flattered." Zhao Desan said with a chuckle.

Seeing Zhao Desan's gaze fixed firmly on her chest, Lan Mei was really at a loss. She deliberately sat up straight and pulled her arms forward to let the open neckline close a bit, covering that beautiful scenery.

"Section Chief Lan, your 'hook' (dialect for butt) has fallen off." After watching the scenery that made one feel flustered for a while, Zhao Desan took the initiative to speak, but perhaps because he didn't pronounce it well while swallowing that mouthful of restless saliva, he said "hook" instead of "button."

"Your hook is the one that fell off!" Hearing him say that, Lan Mei blushed with shyness and retorted, "It's a button, not a hook!"

Zhao Desan was stunned for a moment. After her correction, he suddenly realized what had happened and was amused by himself, laughing "haha" out loud.

Lan Mei's cheeks had already flushed because of the button popping off, and being laughed at by him like this, her face became even more rosy. She pouted slightly, rolled her eyes at him with a resentful look, and muttered, "You still have the nerve to laugh!"

Zhao Desan laughed while saying, "I mispronounced it. It's a shirt button, not a hook, haha..."

The more unscrupulously he laughed, the hotter Lan Mei felt her face becoming. She straightened her face, glared at him, and said, "Still laughing!"

"Not laughing anymore, not laughing anymore!" Although he said that, Zhao Desan, as if he had drunk the milk of Xihua's mother, kept laughing and holding his stomach. Lan Mei was so angry that she stood up directly, walked up from the opposite side, stood in front of him, stomped her feet, and scolded coquettishly, "Still laughing, still laughing, what's so funny!"

Lan Mei suddenly stood in front of Zhao Desan like this. It would be strange if this graceful and charming figure didn't attract his gaze. From top to bottom, one could see the shy blush on her face, her straight face and pouting mouth glaring at him, her small suit, black tight thin sweater, white silk shirt, the collar with three buttons open, revealing the lace-trimmed bra edge. Her chest was pushed out round and full, the tight sweater bound her waist to be extremely slender, and further down was a dark gray skirt reaching her knees, with black cotton-padded silk stockings underneath. This professional attire made her exude an intellectual flavor from head to toe, while the bra edge and one-third of her breasts revealed in the open collar also made her exude a dusty flavor. The noble and vulgar temperaments were perfectly integrated in her, just like the incarnation of an angel and a devil.

This figure, this chest, these long legs—none of them failed to make Zhao Desan, who was sitting on the chair, feel moved. He tilted his head and looked up and down at her figure, swallowing a mouthful of saliva involuntarily. The laughter that had just been caused by his strange "creativity" stopped abruptly on his face, as if it had frozen.

Lan Mei stomped her feet and said, "Laugh, why aren't you laughing anymore!"

Zhao Desan did laugh, but it was a ghostly laugh. He narrowed his eyes slightly and began to laugh with evil intentions. Seeing his wicked smile, Lan Mei, who had originally occupied the upper hand, suddenly shivered with a cold chill. A layer of coldness appeared on her face, and she asked shyly, "You... what do you want to do?"

"You tell me what I want to do!" Zhao Desan laughed wickedly, suddenly reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into his arms. Lan Mei fell into his arms in a panic, and at the same time, she struggled in a panic, saying, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, stop messing around." ===== CHAPTER 1236 =====