Chapter 18

She screamed in pain, and Zhao Desan hurriedly stubbed out his cigarette, rushed over to the corner of the stairs, and helped her up from the ground.

Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan clutched her knee, her face full of pain. She looked up at Zhao Desan, her earlobes turning red, and shyly pushed his arm away, saying, "I'm fine."

Just after taking one step, the pain in her knee made her crouch down again, clutching her knee with a pained expression.

As she crouched down, Zhao Desan was standing, so the entire view was in full sight. Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan was wearing a uniform; the Coal Bureau's uniform was a dark blue suit with a striped white shirt underneath. A woman with fair skin and a long neck looked very tasteful wearing it. Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan belonged to this category of women; her figure was slender, but her buttocks and breasts were developed beyond other areas. Wearing professional attire, she was curvy, especially her pair of "meat bombs," which held the long lapels on both sides of the suit high up. The shirt inside had two buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of spring, exposing one-third of her fair, tender flesh. Zhao Desan stood to the side, lowering his head to stare straight at it.

"Are you okay? Let me help you."

Zhao Desan appreciated the scenery for a while and then put on the act of a "good guy" again. He felt that he should find ways to curry favor with anyone related to Deputy Bureau Chief Wang.

"Then help me a bit; my leg hurts a little right now."

Only then did Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan say with a blushing face, feeling embarrassed. Zhao Desan bent down happily, took her arm, and almost carried her, carefully walking down the stairs step by step. While watching the stairs, he used his peripheral vision to scan the fair, tender skin inside Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan's neckline. The "steamed buns" wrapped in a bra with a bit of black lace showing made him swallow his saliva in greed.

Suddenly, he noticed that the button below the two undone buttons on Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan's neckline was misaligned, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud, making Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan feel uneasy. She questioned, "Zhao Desan, what are you laughing at?"

Zhao Desan thought to himself that she must have misaligned it in her haste after the tryst in Deputy Bureau Chief Wang's lounge. Not knowing how to remind her, he feigned composure and said, "Your shirt button came off."

Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan looked down and immediately felt embarrassed, her blush reaching her ears, her eyes full of distress. By now, they had reached the first floor. Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan was anxious to adjust her buttons but couldn't do it right there in the corridor, so she said, "Zhao Desan, thank you for helping me. I'll stop here."

Zhao Desan said with a smile, "Haven't we not reached the office yet?"

Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan said, "I'm going to the restroom." She pushed away Zhao Desan's hand and limped into the women's restroom. She locked the restroom door, sat on the toilet, took out a pack of wet wipes, opened it, took one, and wiped her lower body. Wang Wang Anguo had forced himself on her while half-drunk, and dirty things were stuck everywhere.

Zhao Desan knew she definitely wasn't going to the restroom, so he hid at the stairwell and quietly waited for her to come out. After about ten minutes, Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan finally emerged from the restroom, her neckline buttons already fastened, and she limped toward the end of the corridor. Zhao Desan looked at her rounded buttocks and really wanted to go up and give them a slap. His heart was extremely itchy.

Zhao Desan was, after all, only a twenty-four-year-old young man, full of energy and hot-blooded. Watching Deputy Bureau Chief Wang bring one beauty after another into the office to "enforce the law," he could only act as a lookout for that bastard, and he felt a bit unwilling. Then, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he had a very bold idea. He thought that Deputy Bureau Chief Wang would definitely bring beauties back to the inner office in the future. Zhao Desan felt that if he didn't have the chance to taste those prey, he should at least appreciate the beautiful scenery of Wang Wang Anguo having sex with them.

So, after work in the afternoon, Zhao Desan picked up the newspaper on the coffee table, pretending to tidy up, acting as if he were cleaning. Wang Wang Anguo had finished with Zhang Zhang Xiaoyan and had slept in the office all afternoon. As soon as it was time to get off work, the door opened, and he came out, his complexion still a bit rosy, though he had sobered up from the alcohol.

Seeing Zhao Desan cleaning, Wang Wang Anguo said with a smile, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, you're so diligent. It's good for young people who just arrived to be diligent; you need to show yourself more. More importantly, you must be able to grasp what the leader is thinking."

Zhao Desan understood what Wang Wang Anguo meant by these words. He piled a smile on his face, nodded respectfully, and said, "Yes, yes, yes, Bureau Chief Wang, I understand. If I do anything wrong in the future, please give me more guidance, Bureau Chief Wang."

Through his work performance over this day and a half, Wang Wang Anguo discovered that Zhao Desan was a very flexible young man who was good at reading people, which made Wang Wang Anguo feel much more at ease.

Wang Wang Anguo tucked his briefcase under his arm, looked at his watch, and said, "Comrade Xiao Zhao, it's time to get off work. Pack up and go home early. I'll be leaving first."

Zhao Desan nodded respectfully and walked Wang Anguo to the stairwell. Suddenly remembering that Sister Lan had come looking for him, he hurriedly said, "Bureau Chief Wang, there's one thing I forgot to tell you. Sister Lan from Xinmao Group came looking for you, and she asked me to pass on a message."

Wang Wang Anguo was stunned for a moment and said, "Got it." He took out his phone to make a call while walking down.

Zhao Desan watched him go downstairs, thinking that this bastard old lecher had finally left. He hurriedly returned to the office, locked the door, and began to carefully observe the layout of Wang Wang Anguo's suite and the outer office. Apart from one door and an air conditioner shared between the inside and outside, there were no gaps.

Zhao Desan stood on the table, reached for the air conditioner, and tried inserting his phone into the gap between the air conditioner and the wall; it was just enough to hold a phone. Zhao Desan gave a satisfied, evil smile, climbed down from the table, brushed the dust off his hands, sat in the boss's chair, and lit a cigarette.

As Zhao Desan puffed away, he began to fantasize about the things happening in Wang Wang Anguo's lounge, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth...