Chapter 1555: Risking His Old Life

"You're just bad! Go do your business!" Lan Mei retreated and sat on the sofa, glaring at him and scolding him coquettishly.

Zhao Desan was just that kind of person—he had a stubborn, bull-headed streak. Originally, he was just joking, but since Lan Mei wouldn't let him touch her, he was determined to do so. So, with a wicked smile, he walked up and sat next to Lan Mei, extended his "breast-grabbing dragon claw," and said with a grin, "Just one touch, and then I'll go."

"No touching!" Lan Mei glared at him, shielding her towering, firm chest with both hands, leaning backward to dodge him.

"Really not touching?" Zhao Desan lunged at her, waving his hands and threatening with a sly smile.

"No touching." Lan Mei wasn't afraid of his act; she rolled her eyes at him and smiled with pursed lips.

"So you won't let me touch, huh?" Zhao Desan laughed, suddenly tickling her under the armpits and on her waist. Lan Mei was immediately tickled into a panic, shrieking and clamping her arms tight. With her arms clamped, she couldn't shield her two towering mounds, so Zhao Desan quickly grabbed at them. As Lan Mei looked at him with shy, blushing eyes, twisting and turning, he triumphantly laughed while kneading them incessantly. Soon, Lan Mei's breasts became somewhat swollen from his kneading, turning soft yet resilient. Under Zhao Desan's vigorous kneading, Lan Mei let out soft gasps. For a mature young woman in her thirties, the breasts are a very sensitive area, and Zhao Desan's hand techniques were truly masterful. Soon, her fire of desire was ignited once again. After half-resisting for a while, she completely gave up the struggle. A fiery glow appeared on her beautiful face, and her dark, bright eyes were veiled with a layer of longing. Her slightly parted, rosy lips revealed her inner desire, and one delicate hand couldn't help but slide down Zhao Desan's back, wandering all the way to his crotch, grabbing his thing through his pants and stroking it.

Discovering that Lan Mei had been teased into a state of obsession, Zhao Desan quickly stopped and said, "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. I'm going to find Zheng Tulu." As he spoke, he stood up, ready to leave.

However, that big thing in his crotch was tightly gripped by Lan Mei. As soon as he stood up, he felt as if it were about to be ripped off. He let out an "Ouch!" in pain, quickly sat back down, hunched his waist, clutched his crotch, and shouted in agony, "Ouch, it hurts so much, it's killing me..."

Seeing Zhao Desan's intense reaction, Lan Mei realized she had just hurt him. This was the thing that brought her pleasure; it must never be broken. So, she grabbed his arms with both hands, extremely worried, and asked, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Ouch, it's killing me. What move are you using? Is this the 'Monkey Steals the Peach'?" Zhao Desan shouted in pain, not forgetting to crack a joke.

"Giggle, giggle." Lan Mei was immediately amused by his witty remark. She pursed her lips, laughed, and nodded, joking back, "Yes, it's the 'Monkey Steals the Peach.' Who told you, who told you to use that 'Breast-Grabbing Dragon Claw' move first!"

"Damn! Is this becoming a martial arts competition?" Zhao Desan muttered, groaning in pain again, "Your 'Monkey Steals the Peach' didn't steal the peach, but you almost snapped the sugarcane! If this thing snaps, you won't be able to enjoy it anymore... Ouch."

Lan Mei rolled her eyes at him, laughing with pursed lips, and removed his hand from his crotch, saying, "Let me see." As she spoke, she began to massage it very gently.

This massage was a mistake—as soon as she started, the thing immediately began to stir, raising its head and chest. Lan Mei looked at Zhao Desan, feeling moved, and whispered seductively, "It's hard again. How about we do it one more time? Consider it my compensation, and then you can go find Zheng Tulu, how about that?"

"Not interested!" Zhao Desan intentionally poured a bucket of cold water on Lan Mei's burning desire without a second thought or expression.

"Then... then forget it. Go do your business!" Seeing that Zhao Desan didn't appreciate her gesture at all, the smile that had been on her face was immediately replaced by a look of disappointment. She turned her head slightly, preparing to stand up and return to her boss chair.

In fact, when she was massaging Zhao Desan, she had already ignited his male instincts, and he had the urge to do it again. Besides, facing such a beautiful, sexy, and stunning young woman—and a rare "white tiger" at that—only further stimulated Zhao Desan's desire to charge into battle. Thus, the moment Lan Mei was about to stand up, Zhao Desan grabbed her wrist, pulled hard, and dragged the caught-off-guard Lan Mei back onto the sofa. Then, with a flip of a fish, he lunged forward and pressed his mouth deeply onto Lan Mei's lips, which were parted in confusion. While kissing passionately, his hands worked through her shirt, vigorously kneading that pair of firm, full, white buns. The feeling of kneading through her bra and shirt had a hazy aesthetic—full, soft yet resilient, and elastic. The sensation was truly beyond words. While using both hands and mouth, that thing that had already raised its head and chest wasn't idle either. Belly pressed against belly, rubbing against each other through pants and skirt, soon, the two were ignited like dry wood and fire, hugging tightly, rolling on the large leather sofa, emitting heavy gasps and the "slap, slap, slap" sounds of collision...

In such a short time, during this third wonderful journey, Zhao Desan almost risked his old life to release his bullets of desire. This time, his bullets weren't wasted. As his "ten thousand descendants" burst forth vigorously, Lan Mei, like a dog in heat, suddenly turned her head, met him with her mouth, and happily accepted every last drop of Zhao Desan's "ten thousand descendants."

In that instant, he truly couldn't believe his eyes. Even a cold and aloof woman like Lan Mei would show such a fanatical side when passion reached its peak. After a brief moment of happiness and a short rest, he put on his clothes, and Zhao Desan hurriedly took the work plan to find Zheng Tulu.

Arriving at the third floor and reaching the door of Zheng Tulu's office, the door was already ajar. The sounds of Zheng Tulu and He Liping chatting came from inside. Zhao Desan hid by the door and eavesdropped for a while. There was nothing related to himself or anything he was interested in, so he knocked on the door and called out, "Director Zheng."

He Liping and Zheng Tulu, who were chatting inside, heard Zhao Desan's voice and exchanged a look. Zheng Tulu replied, "Come in."

Zhao Desan pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing He Liping sitting on the sofa, he hurriedly nodded, bowed, and greeted her with a smile, "Deputy Director He is here too."

He Liping glanced at him with a strange look, thinking to herself, *You stinky brat, you really know how to act. In front of people, you call me Deputy Director He, but when we're alone, you sweet-talk me by calling me Sister He. * Giving him that look, He Liping smiled lightly and asked on behalf of Zheng Tulu, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, what are you looking for Old Zheng for?"

*Perfect, I can express my thoughts properly in front of He Liping, * Zhao Desan thought, smiling, "Nothing much. Isn't it that the two leaders transferred someone to assist me with my work? And they arranged for her to write a work plan to clearly divide our duties. She wrote one earlier, but I modified it a bit. I'd like to ask the two leaders to take a look and see what you think." As he spoke, Zhao Desan stepped forward and handed the work plan to Zheng Tulu.

Zheng Tulu said "Oh," took the work plan, exchanged a secret look with He Liping, and began to flip through it while instructing Zhao Desan, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, go sit on the sofa first. I'll take a good look at how you two are dividing the work now. You are currently specifically responsible for the planning work of the Chanba New District, and this year's tasks are very heavy. I'll see if your division of labor is reasonable or not..."

Zhao Desan nodded and went to sit by the sofa. While Zheng Tulu wasn't paying attention, he gave He Liping a wicked smile. He Liping also gave him a charming glare, then looked at Zheng Tulu. Seeing him seriously reviewing the document Zhao Desan had submitted, she silently scooted closer to Zhao Desan, kicked his foot with her toe, and then gave Zhao Desan a charming wink with those almond-shaped eyes.

Zhao Desan froze for a moment. Looking at her "begging to be fucked" appearance, and thinking that just two hours ago, on this very sofa, this 35-year-old mature woman and Zheng Tulu not far away had been performing a passionate scene—especially this "back door" act, where she actually let Zheng Tulu go through her back door—thinking of that blood-boiling, erotic scene, and then looking at He Liping beside him, this seductive gaze, this "begging to be fucked" expression, made Zhao Desan secretly decide that he, too, must find a time to go through this slut's back door and taste how good it is to walk through.

Just as Zhao Desan and He Liping were exchanging glances and flirting, getting a bit carried away, Zheng Tulu finished reading the work plan, threw it onto the desk, leaned back in his chair, and asked Zhao Desan with a displeased, stern face, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, the content of Little Jia's initial plan is very different from the one you submitted. Why is that?"

"It's precisely because there's a big difference. Because before,

it was something Little Jia pondered on her own, and it hadn't been vetted by the leaders yet. I modified it and specifically brought it over for the leaders to vet and offer suggestions." Zhao Desan said this with a deliberate smile, having already put Zheng Tulu and He Liping in check.

"Deputy Director He and I took into consideration that you are a newcomer who was just promoted and are not very familiar with many aspects of the work. Plus, the position you are currently in is specifically responsible for the planning work of the Chanba New District, and the provincial and municipal leaders attach great importance to the planning and development of the Chanba New District. It's precisely because we were afraid you wouldn't be able to handle the work well that we specifically transferred Little Jia from the Municipal Construction Committee to assist you. She has more work experience than you, and this time you went to study abroad, you went together. You should assign more work to her; you can't do everything yourself. You don't have the ability or the energy for it, do you?" Zheng Tulu said with a sanctimonious air.

From Zheng Tulu's reaction, He Liping saw that Zhao Desan must have made quite a few changes to this plan, so she walked up with suspicion, looked at Zheng Tulu, picked up the plan from the table, and began to read it seriously. ===== CHAPTER 1556 =====