Chapter 17

Zhao Desan guessed that since Bureau Chief Wang had Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan support him into the room, he definitely had ill intentions. Sure enough, Zhao Desan's guess was correct; Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan supported Bureau Chief Wang into the room, and the door was locked from the inside. Immediately, Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan's soft, resistant voice came through: "Deputy Bureau Chief Wang, please don't... don't be like this... don't be like this."

But this faint sound of resistance lasted for only a moment, and then it became deathly silent inside. After a while, Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan's suppressed moans could be heard; one could tell she was trying hard to restrain herself, but she still couldn't help but cry out. Zhao Desan felt that staying in the office at this time was unreasonable, so he pulled the door shut and left, hung the "Please Do Not Disturb" sign on the handle, and went to the window in the corridor by himself to light a cigarette.

Originally, Zhao Desan wanted to tell Bureau Chief Wang that Sister Lan had come looking for him, but given the current situation, Bureau Chief Wang was inside having sex with Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan. This was his first day of real work here, and adding yesterday afternoon, in just a day and a half, Bureau Chief Wang had already experienced two women of different flavors—one old and one young—during his rest time.

Damn, this Wang Wang Anguo is truly a bastard and an old lecher! Zhao Desan began to feel indignant for those beauties.

After a while, he heard hurried footsteps in the corridor. Looking back, it was the office clerk Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan who had already come out from inside, her head lowered, her long hair a bit messy, her face still flushed, and she was walking toward the stairwell with a flustered expression.

Zhao Desan watched her without blinking. Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan felt a gaze upon her, secretly glanced over, and seeing it was Zhao Desan, she knew he must have heard her cries just now. Her face turned bright red in an instant, and she quickened her pace, walking hurriedly toward the stairwell with her head down.

Who would have thought that, preoccupied with her own thoughts and absent-minded, she missed a step, and with a thud, she rolled down half a flight of stairs like a ball...