Chapter 1334: A little faster

Su Qing brushed her hair and said: "Definitely. Maybe even the relevant responsible persons will be dealt with. Forget it, let's not talk about this. Anyway, it doesn't have much to do with us." Saying this, Su Qing lay down, rested her head on Zhao Desan's lap, looked up at him affectionately for a while, then turned in a different direction, buried her face in his crotch, reached out her hand to unbuckle Zhao Desan's belt, took out his half-soft, half-hard big treasure, leaned her nose over to sniff it, and while getting up, frowned and said: "It stinks to death, go take a shower."

Zhao Desan also knew that he had been working all day and was covered in stinking sweat, especially that place, which had been wrapped inside for a long time without seeing the sun. Coming home at night, it must be emitting a smell of urine. So he chuckled and obediently got up and said to Su Qing: "Sister Su, wait for me." Saying this, he walked toward the bathroom.

Su Qing, lying on her side on the sofa, smiled faintly at him with a charming demeanor and said: "A little faster, Sister is waiting for you."

Su Qing turned back and smiled mischievously, walking straight into the bathroom. He finished his shower in three or four strokes. Because he was in a great mood today, his interest in this aspect was also very high. Added to the fact that he had fantasized about Du Xiaochun, who had a youthful face and a large chest, while taking a shower, that idea became intense. When he walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, his big treasure had already propped the bath towel up very high.

The matter on the internet was spreading at an unexpected speed. Early the next morning, the Chinese version of the Global Times published the interview draft from yesterday's reporters.

Zhao Desan, whose energy had been sucked dry by Su Qing, happened to run into the old man delivering newspapers after getting off the car. The old man saw someone entering the unit and stopped Zhao Desan, asking with a simple smile: "Young man, do you work here?"

"Yes." Zhao Desan nodded, sizing up the old man delivering newspapers, not knowing what he wanted.

The old man stopped his bicycle, and while pulling newspapers out of the newspaper bag, said: "Young man, trouble you to deliver the newspapers; I won't go in."

"Alright." Zhao Desan felt that these people who sold their labor weren't easy, and even if he couldn't help with any big things, he could still help with this small favor of running an errand, so he readily agreed.