Chapter 1554: After the Passion

Seeing Zhao Desan admiring her body, which still radiated residual heat after their passion, Lan Mei scooted closer to him, turned on her side, and lay in his arms. She looked up at him with a face full of allure, her eyes swirling with moisture, gazing at him with deep affection. Her beautiful, sexy almond-shaped eyes blinked from time to time, emitting an alluring power. Looking at the pair of large, full snow-white peaks in her open shirt, Zhao Desan couldn't help but reach out to grasp one, gently caressing and kneading it. The sensation, soft yet resilient and radiating a hint of elasticity, ignited Zhao Desan's male instincts, causing him to burn with the flames of masculinity once again shortly after his release, burning from his head to his toes. Especially Lan Mei's snow-white, beautiful leg, with the black lace-trimmed panties hanging from her ankle, was rubbing and scratching restlessly against Zhao Desan's waist. That itchy sensation spread continuously from the point of contact to his whole body, making every nerve feel taut. Under the roasting of the raging fire of desire, he finally couldn't resist the teasing of passion. He bent down, impatiently pressing his mouth deeply onto that pair of white, tender buns, wrapping his tongue around the small, raised tips, licking and sucking, feeling the soft yet resilient texture of these top-tier human buns. The smooth, warm, and fragrant sensation seeped into his heart, acting like an aphrodisiac that made Zhao Desan sink deeper and deeper. While savoring the wonderful taste of these buns, his two hands weren't idle either; one hand followed her snow-white, beautiful leg, caressing and wandering all the way up, finally arriving at that swampy land without a single blade of grass. After his fingers touched it lightly, he immediately felt that it had "cried"—crying out glistening tears, very wet and slippery. At the same time, Lan Mei's body and mind were completely immersed in this boundless, wonderful sensation. An inexplicable excitement made her unable to restrain herself; she pulled open Zhao Desan's pants, which he had already put on, took out that super-large thing, greedily took it into her mouth, and once again began to diligently "slurp, slurp" away...

After the second bout of hearty passion, Zhao Desan checked the time and saw it was about right; Zheng Tulu and He Liping should have finished their business upstairs by now, and he should take the plan up to report. So, he rested for a moment, put on his clothes and pants, tidied up, and picked up the work plan left on the coffee table, preparing to leave. Seeing this plan, Lan Mei asked with interest, panting with fragrant breath, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, what is this you're holding?"

"A work plan. I'm preparing to go up and find Zheng Tulu," Zhao Desan said.

Lan Mei looked at him, took it from his hand, and asked while reading, "How come you're doing all the work? Didn't they transfer a woman to assist you? Why isn't she doing anything?"

Seeing Lan Mei's puzzled expression, Zhao Desan smiled mysteriously, "Director Lan, you don't know about this, do you?"

"What's going on?" Lan Mei widened her eyes slightly, looking lost as she shook her head. She truly knew nothing about the ins and outs of the matter.

"This is how I intentionally divided the work. Originally, this work plan was made by Jia Wanli to be shown to Zheng Tulu and He Liping. When I first looked at it, there was almost nothing for me to do, as if I, the deputy director, didn't exist, and everything was the responsibility of little Jia. So, I changed it." Zhao Desan gave a rough summary of the situation.

Lan Mei still asked, only half-understanding, "Why is that?"

"Why? Think about it. I was able to get promoted this time, and that old guy Zheng Tulu looks supportive on the surface, but in reality, it was a choice he had no other option for. But he certainly doesn't want me to be satisfied, right? By stripping away my power as deputy director through the division of labor, wouldn't I be sidelined? In the end, isn't it just about trying to fix me? How could I let them succeed?" Zhao Desan had no reservations with Lan Mei and added, "Director Lan, didn't you notice? Zheng Tulu and He Liping arranging for Jia Wanli to be by my side is actually to monitor my every move, so they can keep me in the palm of their hands."

After listening to Zhao Desan's explanation, Lan Mei finally understood why they had sent Zhao Desan to study abroad at the time, and why they had transferred Jia Wanli from the Municipal Construction Committee to go along with him. And at the time, Zheng Tulu had announced that he was transferring two very ugly girls from the grassroots to accompany him—it turned out to be just a smoke screen! First, it could restore Zheng Tulu's damaged reputation, and second, it could smoothly transfer Jia Wanli to the Provincial Construction Committee. It really was a great way to kill two birds with one stone!

"I really didn't see that. Only after you said it did I feel it," Lan Mei said with a sudden realization. She looked at the work plan again and continued, "Then you must not give up your power. If you really hand everything over to that little Jia for the sake of ease, maybe in the end, you really won't have any real power. Just like you said, wouldn't Zheng Tulu's goal be achieved?"

Zhao Desan nodded and said, "Zheng Tulu's little tricks—it's fortunate I saw through them, otherwise I really would have been played in the palm of his hand." While Zheng Tulu was secretly pressuring him, Zhao Desan had also been secretly working against him. Last time, he had let Shanzhu's fox friends go to Zheng Tulu's house to ransack it, taking away so much of his money, and the old guy couldn't even report it to the police, having to swallow his anger. Zhao Desan knew he must be feeling uncomfortable, so he decided to let Shanzhu's friends go and mess with him again, to properly torture this old guy.

"Then when are you planning to go find him?" Lan Mei asked.

"I just..." Zhao Desan was about to tell the truth, but suddenly realized that if he said that, it would contradict what he had told Lan Mei—that he had "come specifically to see you." So he continued, "I was planning to go just now, but I wanted to come see you first. I've seen you, and we've done it, so I'm planning to go up and find Zheng Tulu immediately." As he spoke, Zhao Desan looked with a grin at Lan Mei, whose face was still flushed with the lingering afterglow.

"Then go find him. Hurry up and get your business done first," Lan Mei said, feeling a bit embarrassed. She looked down at her messy clothes, with a few buttons still open, revealing her two "big white rabbits," and then began to button them up.

Zhao Desan picked up the work plan and stood up, walking toward the door. Behind him, Lan Mei hurriedly said with some panic, "Wait a moment."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Desan turned his head to ask, then returned, saying with a sly smile, "Do you want to go for another round?"

Lan Mei gave him a shy glare and whispered while buttoning her shirt, "I haven't finished getting dressed yet. What if someone sees you when you open the door and go out like this? Wait until I'm dressed before you go out."

"Oh, alright then." Zhao Desan chuckled. While watching Lan Mei get dressed, he lit a cigarette and smoked. Looking at Lan Mei, who wore a glow of happiness on her face—such a charming and beautiful appearance, such a sexy and graceful figure—even though she was curled up on the sofa, there wasn't an ounce of fat on her waist. Those sexy black lace-trimmed panties still hanging from her snow-white ankle looked so full of charm, so hot and alluring. But Zhao Desan, having been hearty twice, really couldn't release any more male power when facing such a stunning "white tiger" young woman. He just smoked like that, admiring Lan Mei, who looked like a celestial being descending to earth. This charm, this temperament—she was the most unique woman he had ever seen. If Lan Mei were willing, he could truly forget about Zhao Xue, whom he hadn't seen in so long and felt somewhat like a stranger.

Thinking this, Zhao Desan suddenly remembered Zhao Xue, the girl who had experienced life and death with him, the once beautiful and shy policewoman. He wondered how she was doing lately. Suddenly, he missed Zhao Xue very much. Perhaps for all other women, his feelings were more about sex than emotion, but for Zhao Xue alone—he had only been with her once, yet they shared a deep bond that others couldn't compare to. Although they were often apart and hadn't established a formal relationship, he missed her very much, missed seeing her innocent and carefree smile.

Before long, Lan Mei stood up, pulled up the sexy panties hanging from her ankle, and then smoothed down the dark blue professional skirt from her waist. Having tidied her attire, she touched the hair strands sticking to her cheeks and looked at Zhao Desan, who was lost in a daze, asking, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, what are you thinking about? You're so lost in thought."

Zhao Desan suddenly snapped back to reality, smiled awkwardly, and said, "Nothing, I'm not thinking about anything. Since you've tidied up, I'll go up and find Zheng Tulu." As he spoke, he picked up the work plan and stood up to walk toward the door. Lan Mei, now fully dressed, rushed over in two or three steps. Just as he placed his hand on the doorknob, Lan Mei suddenly hugged him from behind, pressed her face tightly against his back, and whispered tenderly, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, I love you."

This was the first time Zhao Desan had heard Lan Mei say these three words to him. For a cold, divorced woman, how much courage did it take to say such things to a man? What did that signify? It meant that Lan Mei had fallen deeply in love with him from the bottom of her heart and had been completely conquered by him. Zhao Desan thought to himself, stunned for a moment, then grabbed her delicate hands wrapped around his waist and said tenderly, "I love you too."

"I really love you, Comrade Xiao Zhao." Lan Mei's face pressed tightly against his back, expressing her feelings firmly once again.

"Are you saying I don't love you for real?" Zhao Desan turned his head, winking and using his humorous language style.

Sure enough, under his teasing, the immediately sorrowful Lan Mei was instantly made to giggle with a string of silver-bell-like laughter.

She let go of his waist and said, "Go away! You stinky brat, you're never serious!"

"Everyone else pretends to be serious, so I'll just pretend to be unserious!" Zhao Desan said with a cheeky grin, extending his "breast-grabbing dragon claw" and waving it around. Lan Mei was so frightened that she immediately shrieked in panic, retreating while saying, "Hurry up and get out, hurry up and get busy, don't do that!"

"Let me touch it once, just once, and then I'll go." After Lan Mei's confession, Zhao Desan suddenly felt even more reluctant to part with this beautiful and moving mature young woman. If it weren't for the pressing time and important business to attend to, he really wanted to have another round with her. As the saying goes, "Better to die under the peony flower, even as a ghost, one is still romantic." To be able to linger with such a peerless young woman until he was drained of all essence, Zhao Desan felt he would die without regrets! ===== CHAPTER 1555 =====