Chapter 1845

"He didn't do it?" Zhao Desan blurted out. This time his voice was surprisingly loud, perhaps due to excitement.

"What didn't he do?" Lan Mei asked, blinking his eyes as if he didn't understand what Zhao Desan meant.

Zhao Desan realized he had let something slip. Seeing that Lan Mei didn't understand the meaning of those two words, he smiled and said, "Nothing, nothing. I just wanted to ask what that old bald donkey did to you?"

"Well, I won't go into the details. You should know that old lecherous thing surnamed Zheng. You can guess what he can do and whether he would do it." Lan Mei spoke of the matter implicitly.

"I can't guess. If I could guess, wouldn't I be like this now? Wouldn't I have taken that old guy down long ago?" Although Zhao Desan had roughly guessed what Zheng Tulu had done to Lan Mei, his curiosity compelled him to want to know more details from Lan Mei's mouth. He wanted to know why Zheng Tulu, who hadn't bothered Lan Mei for a long time, had set his sights on him again.

Seeing the veins on Zhao Desan's neck bulging from anxiety, Lan Mei continued, "He just... he just touched me!"

"What? Touched? Where did he touch? To what extent?" Zhao Desan fired questions like a machine gun. After a pause, he remembered something and asked, "Did you take the initiative to let him touch you?" For Zhao Desan, if Lan Mei, who had already been "done" by the old bald donkey before, was only touched by the old guy, he could accept that level. But what he couldn't accept was Lan Mei taking the initiative to let him touch him.

Lan Mei shook his head, then nodded, then lowered his head and said nothing more.

Zhao Desan rushed to Lan Mei's side, grabbed his shoulders, and shook him, saying, "Tell me quickly! Did you take the initiative?"

Lan Mei raised his head gloomily and said calmly, "What's the difference between active and passive?"

"This..." Zhao Desan was truly speechless for a moment. He didn't know how to explain this problem well, so he gestured and said, "Take me for example. If I were to forcibly touch you when you were unwilling, would you be willing?"

Zhao Desan felt his analogy was very vivid, but he didn't expect Lan Mei to say nonchalantly, "Whether I'm willing or not, if you were to touch me, wouldn't you have already touched me! Not to mention touching, we have long since... already..." Lan Mei really couldn't go on.

Zhao Desan seemed to understand Lan Mei's psychology and followed up by asking, "Did Zheng Tulu force himself on you first, and then you resigned yourself to your fate!"

Lan Mei shook his head and said with a blank expression, "Since you insist on knowing, I'll just tell you everything. But after I finish, you can look down on me, but you must never insult me."

Zhao Desan was so nervous he could barely stand. He wanted to know quickly why Zheng Tulu would suddenly want to take Lan Mei down again at this time, yet he didn't want to accept the fact. A contradictory psychology hung a twisted expression on his face. Seeing his face so ugly, Lan Mei was also too nervous to speak.

"Speak!" Seeing Lan Mei still stunned, Zhao Desan urged.

"With you looking so fierce right now, how do you expect me to speak?" Lan Mei said cautiously.

Zhao Desan quickly touched his face with his hand, rubbed it hard, and said, "It's better now, go ahead!"

Seeing Zhao Desan staring at him seriously, Lan Mei had no choice but to say gloomily, "Actually, the reason I made such a choice also has to do with you."

"How could I be involved in this?" Zhao Desan asked, bewildered.

"To tell you the truth, Desan, I don't deny that I fell in love with you. But today, the one surnamed Zheng found me and threatened me with two things. The first thing is this migrant worker wage-demanding incident; it absolutely cannot be blown out of proportion, but it must be resolved. However, I was the first to sign the project settlement, and he made me bear this responsibility so that I could continue working at the Construction Committee. There is another thing: I must obey his orders. He wants to do whatever he wants to me... otherwise he... he said he would publish our photos to the public, giving you a... a blow as soon as you returned from Beijing. I'm not afraid of his threats, but the key is that you... you just returned from advanced studies in Beijing, how could you withstand his torture... wouldn't all your previous efforts be wasted? So, so I, I compromised..."

"Com... compromised to what extent?" Zhao Desan couldn't help but interrupt, while a warm current surged in his heart.

"Yes, that was also what I was most concerned about at the time, so I asked him, 'What do you want me to do so you'll let me and Xiao Zhao go?' The old guy smiled cunningly and said, 'Do I need to tell you what to do? You know this.' After saying that, he unceremoniously reached out with those hands that hadn't grabbed my chest..." Lan Mei said with a grave face.

"And then you submitted, right?" Seeing Lan Mei stop there, Zhao Desan continued the conversation.

"No, I've been clashing with the one surnamed Zheng for so long, I still have some measure of his psychology. While trying to protect you as much as possible, I also protected myself as much as possible. Just as he was about to touch me, I said quickly, 'Don't be in such a hurry. It's not the first time you've done that to me. Since I've promised you, I won't go back on my word. Besides, this is the conference room, it's too inconvenient. How about I come to find you tomorrow, what do you think?'" Lan Mei said all this in one breath.

"So you weren't taken advantage of by that old thing this time?" Zhao Desan said with an excited tone.

Lan Mei sighed heavily again and continued, "No, the one surnamed Zheng is a veteran of many battles. I'm afraid we wouldn't even be able to imagine the things he does in the world of pleasure."

"Then what does he want?" Zhao Desan asked anxiously and puzzled.

Lan Mei looked at the floor with hatred in his eyes and said, "He agreed to my conditions, but then he proposed his own."

"What conditions?" Zhao Desan knew he was asking a redundant question, but he couldn't help but ask.

Lan Mei seemed a bit distraught and said mechanically, "He demanded that he must touch me in the conference room before he would let me go, otherwise he was afraid I would go back on my word."

"That old immortal thing, damn it, I'll finish that old bastard off tomorrow!" Zhao Desan vented his anger alone, saying indignantly.

Lan Mei let Zhao Desan sit beside him and said without hesitation, "I didn't have any good excuses to refuse at the time. I thought, anyway, it's just a touch, so I lowered my head and tacitly agreed. But I didn't expect that after touching me, this old fox would come up with new tricks. I wasn't careful and fell into his trap..."

Zhao Desan stared with bloodshot eyes and said anxiously, "He already touched you, what other tricks could he have?"

Lan Mei lowered his head even further, looking very embarrassed. He gritted his teeth and said, "He, he insisted on taking a look."

"Damn! That shameless old lecher." Zhao Desan blurted out, slapped the back of the sofa hard, and then immediately asked, "Did you submit?"

"Yes." Lan Mei nodded with tears in his eyes and said in a very low voice, "Since things had reached this point, I had no choice but to let him look. But I didn't expect his real purpose wasn't just to look, but... but..."

"But what? Did you lose control?" Zhao Desan's words became more and more direct.

"You could say that." Lan Mei said helplessly.

"Ah! What? Didn't you just say you weren't... done by him?" Zhao Desan was extremely disappointed.

"No, no, that's not what I meant. It's that after he unhooked my bra, I was just busy being shy and turned my head to one side. As a result, as a result, that old thing surnamed Zheng, taking advantage of my inattention, actually, actually bit my chest hard..." Lan Mei shyly revealed the truth.

"What? He really bit you? Did he break the skin? Let me see..." As he spoke, Zhao Desan didn't even think and reached out to unbutton Lan Mei's shirt.

With a "slap," the back of Zhao Desan's hand was hit hard by Lan Mei. Zhao Desan instinctively retracted his hand quickly and said awkwardly, "Oh, sorry, I was worried you were bitten badly, that's why... that's why..." Perhaps it was really because they hadn't seen each other for a long time, and there was a barrier between them.

Lan Mei glared at Zhao Desan slightly and said gloomily, "What are you in such a hurry for?" As he spoke, he unbuttoned his shirt himself, slowly revealing one of his beautiful assets.

Zhao Desan's eyes went straight. On one hand, he was attracted by Lan Mei's snow-white and firm mounds, and on the other hand, he was even more surprised by Lan Mei's boldness and openness. He thought to himself that once the window paper between him and a woman was poked through, everything would become simple!