Chapter 1871

Zhao Desan put on an indifferent look and said fiercely: "Alright, then it depends on your performance tonight. I'll ask you a question."

Seeing Zhao Desan wavering, He Liping asked with a smile: "Good, go ahead, what question? I'll answer everything."

"How do you plan to handle the migrant worker wage dispute?" Zhao Desan asked straight out.

He Liping adjusted her posture and blinked: "What? Didn't Old Zheng already have clear instructions!"

"Yes, I know this. Didn't he already hand over this matter to you to be fully responsible? I'm only responsible for negotiating with the migrant worker representatives," Zhao Desan asked urgently.

"Handing it over to me to handle is correct, but the tone was set by Old Zheng personally. You have to negotiate with them; no one can change this!" He Liping started to sell suspense.

Zhao Desan frowned, thought for a moment, and said: "Of course, I know you are also executing Director Zheng's instructions, but after all, the relationship between us is not ordinary, so... so I want to ask you for a favor."

"Is it that you want me to stop worrying about this?" He Liping asked back.

"That's not it. I just want Sister He to be flexible and see how we can turn this big matter into a small one and make it disappear," Zhao Desan waved his hand and said.

"Flexible, how to be flexible? I want to hear how you want to be flexible?" He Liping seemed to have recovered some strength and sat up slowly.

"Hi, if I had thought of how to be flexible, why would I come to find you, the beautiful wise woman, to discuss it?" Zhao Desan's words carried some flattery.

"Stop flattering, little man!" He Liping said, extending her left index finger, gently tapping Zhao Desan's forehead, and then continued: "Just know how to get on the sedan chair and pierce the ear holes now!"

"Hehe, Sister He, my good Sister He, please help me!" Zhao Desan started to bring out his little man's signature skills again.

"Help you? Help you with what? Isn't this just helping you? Could it be that having this matter blown up is good for you?" He Liping asked knowingly. She just wanted to provoke Zhao Desan to tell the truth and see what he was thinking in his heart. Although she almost understood Lan Mei's position in Zhao Desan's heart, she still wanted to hear him say it herself.

Zhao Desan was a bit anxious. He glared and frowned: "Who said it should be blown up? Didn't I say it already? Let you think of a way to turn this big matter into a small one and make it disappear. What, don't understand Chinese?" In his anxiety, Zhao Desan was a bit reckless.

He Liping didn't mind Zhao Desan's complaint, but she was pondering another matter in her heart. Zhao Desan's anxiety touched another string of hers, and she couldn't help but think: Turn big into small? Yes, I was only thinking about giving Lan Mei a hard time, but why didn't I think about the connection here? I was the one who signed the final project settlement book. As a leader, the responsibility for the investigation is not small either.

"What's wrong? Angry?" Seeing He Liping stop talking, Zhao Desan thought his words were a bit too much and she was angry.

"Oh, no, no, I'm not that easily angered." He Liping coped with Zhao Desan casually, wanting to continue to sort out her thoughts.

"Then tell me your thoughts?" Zhao Desan urged.

"I'm thinking, aren't I? Give me some time to think!" He Liping glanced at Zhao Desan, neither warm nor cold.

Seeing that He Liping was really moved by him, Zhao Desan said with a smile: "That's right, I knew my Sister He wouldn't watch me be so difficult and not care."

"Stop flattering. If it weren't for... if it weren't for Zheng Jie's sake, I really wouldn't care." He Liping suddenly felt that since this matter couldn't be handled according to her own ideas, it was better to do a favor. In this way, she could let this little man know her magnanimity, which was also a superior strategy to keep him by her side.

Zhao Desan was stunned for a moment, but slowly smiled and said: "So Sister He, you knew everything. Hehe, you're not angry with me, are you?"

"Angry, hmph, actually I knew your relationship was improper long ago, but considering you are a kind-hearted man, if I said anything else, wouldn't I become a sinner!" He Liping said logically.

Zhao Desan felt a surge of excitement in his heart, slowly hugged He Liping tightly, and said with a dazed look: "Sister He, you are too good to me. I will definitely treat you well in the future, otherwise, heaven will strike me!"

He Liping quickly raised her hand, covered Zhao Desan's mouth, and said affectionately: "You are not allowed to talk nonsense."

Zhao Desan laughed "hehe" twice and said wickedly: "How about it, want to have another round of 'twice-cooked pork'?"

He Liping's face flushed red immediately. She knew very well what Zhao Desan meant by 'twice-cooked pork', so she looked at him affectionately and asked leisurely: "I'm just afraid your body can't take it!"

"Hehe, do you think I'm made of mud? This little movement can't knock me down. It's rare that Sister He is happy today, let me be comfortable too!" Zhao Desan shook He Liping in his arms and said with a wicked look.

"Then what if I don't do it for you?" He Liping intentionally provoked Zhao Desan.

"Huhu, it seems the most ruthless is the woman's heart. Then I have to comfort myself." Zhao Desan laughed even more wickedly.

"Giggle..." A string of silver bell-like laughter rang through the room. He Liping finally restored her woman's nature. She endured the laughter and said word by word: "Good, I want to see how you comfort yourself?"

"What? You really don't care? Don't you even care about a little affection?" Zhao Desan knew, but still said so feignedly.

He Liping seemed to be unable to stop laughing at this time. She pointed at Zhao Desan and said breathlessly: "But you were the one who said you'd do it yourself. How can a man go back on his word?"

Zhao Desan was flushed red by He Liping. In his anxiety, he glared and said with anger: "Alright, whether you care or not, don't blame me for not having a man's demeanor. What I said about comforting myself means using your body to cooperate. Are you ready? I'm going to start now." Actually, Zhao Desan was also bluffing. He knew perfectly well that He Liping was indeed satisfied tonight, so he took this matter to say it.

"Stinky Desan, lazy man, only knowing how to bully people." He Liping acted spoiled.

Zhao Desan laughed "hehe" wickedly and said: "If a man isn't lazy, a woman won't love him."

He Liping showed a very helpless look. Actually, Zhao Desan understood in his heart that she was willing in her heart, but she had to make a very unwilling gesture on the surface, so as to show her status as a deputy director.

The 'twice-cooked pork' action gradually entered the ** (climax) in the atmosphere of pushing and pulling, hugging and holding, hiding and pressing. What Zhao Desan couldn't stand the most was He Liping making him happy below while looking at him with that kind of gaze. Almost before He Liping's watery big eyes blinked fifteen times, Zhao Desan sang the 'Internationale'!

A little man is a little man. Zhao Desan only cared about the pleasure of a moment and almost forgot the business. The second charge made him exhausted, and the battlefield cleaning afterwards was almost all completed by He Liping for him.

He Liping made a 180-degree turn tonight, and it was precisely because of the ** (climax) tonight that she didn't go astray. Her inner depths were constantly rejoicing, fortunately she went on a date with Zhao Desan tonight, otherwise she would have almost sold herself.

Also because of jealousy, He Liping almost messed up the migrant worker wage dispute. She originally wanted to defeat Lan Mei at once through this matter, so that Zhao Desan would completely give up on her, but she neglected that she was the biggest person responsible for this matter. The power of fund payment was in her hands, she signed the settlement book, and the money could be paid out, while Lan Mei only had a specific supervisory power. Once Lan Mei was pushed to the top of the matter, the next one to be unlucky would be herself directly. Dangerous! It's really dangerous! He Liping looked at the little man Zhao Desan, who was half-asleep and half-awake, and thought thoughtfully.

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