Chapter 1865

"Let's... let's wait until you have time, Brother Liu!" A-Fang's face flushed, and she lowered her head shyly.

Zhao Desan immediately reacted to what she was going to say; it must be related to things between men and women. So, he asked with an itchy heart: "Just tell me, otherwise your brother here won't feel at ease!"

"Let's talk about your matter first. What urgent matter do you have?" A-Fang changed the subject and asked.

"Oh, I came to find you to arrange a nursing quota," Zhao Desan said straight out.

"Does Director Wang know?" A-Fang brought up the key to the problem right away.

Zhao Desan hesitated, but gritted his teeth and said with a sad face: "I'm here to discuss it with you, aren't I? If Director Wang knew, why would I come to find you?" He said this intentionally to provoke A-Fang.

A-Fang looked at Zhao Desan, then stood up, walked behind the utility cabinet by the door, poured a glass of water for Zhao Desan, and said: "Arranging one or two nurses is nothing in this big hospital, but... but..." Saying this, she seemed to have some difficulty.

Zhao Desan knew clearly that A-Fang, this flirtatious woman, had a way of flattering leaders, and he knew the relationship between her and Wang Pangzi. He could guess it. It seems she was always loyal to Wang Pangzi. It's usually like this; everything is hardest to break through the first time. Once A-Fang was taken advantage of by Wang Pangzi using his status as director, once there was a first time, there would be a second, third, fourth... time. This is common sense, and Zhao Desan knew it very well.

Zhao Desan didn't intend to make things too difficult for A-Fang, but he had already promised Xu Min. If this matter wasn't handled well, how could he face people in the future? Thinking of this, Zhao Desan probed: "Is there any room for discussion? If it's too difficult, forget it!" His cleverness was in using a tone of discussion, which made A-Fang feel very comfortable.

"Little troublemaker, I really give up on you. Fine, I promise you, but you must keep it a secret from Dean Wang." A-Fang appeared both helpless and afraid.

"Of course, this is something I asked you to do, how could I let Director Wang know!" Zhao Desan felt beautiful inside. His beauty wasn't just because his problem was solved, but because through this matter, he also knew his position in the heart of this young woman, A-Fang. In his joy, he remembered what A-Fang said, so he asked: "What exactly do you want me to do? It won't be arranging someone to enter our Construction Committee, right!" He intentionally made the matter sound easy.

"Go away, if I were arranging someone, sister-in-law would go find your Director Zheng, wouldn't I? Why would I need to find a small Deputy Section Chief like you!" A-Fang said angrily.

"Look, look, isn't it? No sense of humor at all. I was just joking with you, sister-in-law!" Zhao Desan hurriedly explained.

A-Fang was actually pretending to be angry. How could she not hear that Zhao Desan was joking? It was just that this matter was too hard to speak of, and she couldn't help but have a hint of redness on her face again.

Zhao Desan knew she was embarrassed to speak, so he quietly walked behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, and then moved one hand up a little. A mass of softness entered his palm. Because of having given birth, this mass of beauty felt even fuller and softer, feeling extremely comfortable. In this warm moment, he said leisurely: "Sister-in-law, what kind of relationship do we have? What else are you embarrassed to say in front of me?"

Zhao Desan's action and words completely stimulated the naturally flirtatious A-Fang's confidence. She twisted her waist, felt the warmth, bit her lip, and said with her head down: "I... I want you to go to my house."

Zhao Desan almost fainted. He rested his chin on A-Fang's fragrant shoulder and said with a twisted face: "Sister-in-law, are you teasing me? Such a small matter, what's so hard to speak of?"

"No, it's not just this, also... also..." A-Fang's voice grew smaller and smaller.

Facing Zhao Desan's gentleness, A-Fang sighed bitterly, then raised her arm to hook Zhao Desan's neck, murmuring: "You are not allowed to look down on me after I say it. I also have unspeakable difficulties!"

Zhao Desan blew a breath into her ear gently and said tenderly: "Is there anyone closer than people who have had intimate contact? Since sister-in-law and I have already been like that, wouldn't mocking you or looking down on you be the same as looking down on myself?"

Zhao Desan's words were neither too hot nor too cold, just right, giving A-Fang enough courage and confidence. She looked up, looked at Zhao Desan affectionately, then lowered her head deeply again, and said softly: "I don't know what's wrong with your Brother Xia now. It's as if he's possessed, and he needs external stimulation to get excited!"

Zhao Desan frowned, listening in confusion, and at the same time vaguely thought that Jia Wanli's husband seemed to have such a problem too. It seems that in today's society, men's problems are getting more and more numerous! He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Thinking this, he asked: "What kind of stimulation?"

"Hey, I'm to blame for this. He can't do it now unless there's another man in my house doing that with me." A-Fang finally told the truth.