Chapter 1854

"Yes, and it can be said that the relationship is close." He Liping stood up, walked to Zheng Tulu's desk, and said word by word, "Actually, this person also has Zhao Desan in the palm of his hand, but Zhao Desan is still lost in the drum, thinking he is right!" He Liping also secretly discovered that Zheng Tulu could easily make Lan Mei "submit."

"Is it a woman?" Zheng Tulu's eyes widened. He had always had a keen sense of women.

"Why, Old Zheng, do you still want to cherish the jade?" He Liping said with displeasure.

"Hehe, what are you talking about? I just think it's unbearable to use a woman as a scapegoat!" Zheng Tulu really loved women like jade.

"Then what if you use a beauty to exchange for your position as director, would you exchange it?" He Liping said fiercely.

"How can this be compared casually? Hehe, besides, I already have you, that's enough, I have no other thoughts." Zheng Tulu still had some means; he knew what to say in front of women.

"Hehe," He Liping smiled reluctantly. Although he knew it well, he knew he couldn't poke through this layer of window paper in front of Zheng Tulu, so he said, "Sacrificing the pawn to save the chariot has always been common sense for soldiers, not to mention a woman who has nothing to do with you!" He Liping's words were very ironic.

"Alright, Liping, then listen to you. What do you think I should do?" Zheng Tulu finally seemed to have made up his mind.

He Liping let out a sigh of relief, stood up straight, and said gloomily, "You have to put some pressure on Zhao Desan. Remember, just put pressure on him, don't let you really do anything to him."

"Just this?" Zheng Tulu felt inexplicably strange.

"This is enough." He Liping said firmly.

"This is too simple!" Zheng Tulu meant that it might not work if it were so simple!

"Old Zheng, I'm sure about this." He Liping's firm eyes stared fixedly at Zheng Tulu's eyes, and then continued, "You should believe me, after all, our relationship is not ordinary."

"Good, I believe you. After all, a day as husband and wife is a hundred days of kindness. I think my wife will definitely think for her husband." After Zheng Tulu finished saying "a day as husband and wife is a hundred days of kindness," he laughed "haha."

"Alright, Old Zheng, you still have the mood to joke. The matter is settled. I'll go out first, otherwise they will suspect that we have unspeakable secrets in your office." After saying this, He Liping didn't wait for Zheng Tulu's consent and turned to walk out.

Before leaving Zheng Tulu's office door, He Liping adjusted the expression on his face. He could be sure that at this time, Zhao Desan must be standing at the door of his office, looking forward to his appearance like looking forward to the stars and the moon!

He Liping's judgment was very correct. Zhao Desan was lying at the door of his office at this time, looking at the stairs, feeling that time was passing so slowly, as if He Liping had been gone for several hours.

Zhao Desan's heart beat fast as He Liping appeared at the stairs. He rushed to wave at He Liping and returned to his office. After all, his behavior couldn't attract others' attention, especially not by Zheng Tulu.

Seeing Zhao Desan's anxious appearance, He Liping raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile, and then walked into his office. He liked to see the nervous appearance of this little man, and even more liked him looking at him with such pleading eyes. That feeling was as refreshing as a prince putting shoes on Cinderella.

"Sister He, is Director Zheng calling you related to this matter?" Zhao Desan asked urgently before He Liping could sit down.

"What do you think?" He Liping said, keeping him in suspense.

"If I knew, why would I ask you!" Zhao Desan frowned, and his eyes indeed revealed that pleading desire.

He Liping glanced at the office door. Zhao Desan turned around and closed the office door, then urged He Liping, "Alright, you can say it now."

"This matter cannot be said casually. Old Zheng has instructions." He Liping continued to maintain that mysterious expression.

Zhao Desan felt that He Liping was deliberately keeping him in suspense, so he leaned over, wrapped his hands around his arm, and invited him to his seat like inviting a princess, then shook his shoulders and said, "Good Sister He, please tell me quickly, otherwise I'll really be anxious to death."

"Whether you are anxious to death or not has nothing to do with me." He Liping glanced at Zhao Desan and said tenderly.

"Hehe, it seems Sister He has an opinion of me. I know I've had too many things lately and have cared less about Sister He. Sister He, please be generous and forgive your younger brother." Zhao Desan continued to exert the power of his little man.

"You know the importance of Sister He at this time?" He Liping took the opportunity to beat this man who made his heart move.

"Of course, of course..." Zhao Desan echoed, but then thought it was not quite right, so he quickly added, "No, no, not just at this time, Sister He occupies an important position in my heart at all times." Zhao Desan couldn't care less, and said it first.

"Humph!" He Liping "hummed" heavily from his nasal cavity, then smiled slightly and said, "Alright, Sister He will give you a chance to perform today. How do you plan to treat me?"

"No problem, tell me, treat me however you want." Zhao Desan said, patting his chest.

"Then you think about it slowly, and notify me when you've thought about it." He Liping said as he stood up.

"Don't, Sister He, you, you still want to tell me, and then, and then I will definitely treat you." Zhao Desan was really anxious and grabbed He Liping's arm.

He Liping slapped his hand hard, glared at him with warm anger, and said, "Let go quickly, don't you know what place this is!"

Zhao Desan also realized his rashness and quickly took his hand back, but the pleading look in his eyes made He Liping feel great satisfaction. He smiled slightly, reached out his index finger, and pointed at Zhao Desan's nose, saying, "Little enemy, this is not a place to talk. Let's wait until you've thought about how to treat me, find a quiet place, and I'll tell you in detail."

"But, but I have something to do tonight!" Zhao Desan suddenly remembered that he had promised Zheng Jie to go home tonight.

"Hehe, then tomorrow is fine." He Liping looked at Zhao Desan with a smile and didn't wait for him to say anything, turned and walked out of his office.

Zhao Desan wanted to stop him again, but thought of Zheng Jie for a moment. After a little hesitation, He Liping's figure flashed and disappeared outside the door.

Zhao Desan knew that He Liping would never directly take the initiative to ask him for love. It was also his own fault. Since he came back from training, he had only been busy arguing with Zheng Jie and hadn't found any time to accompany him. Could this make him happy?

After thinking about it, Zhao Desan still felt that he had to go home at night. After all, Zheng Jie was also involved in this matter. This was a big deal, and he had to go back to ask Zheng Jie clearly and find a way to solve it.

"Xiao Zhao, what are you thinking about? So absent-minded!" Zheng Tulu's voice sounded in Zhao Desan's ear, giving Zhao Desan, who was absent-minded, a big fright.