Chapter 1987

Zhao Desan thought carefully about the arrangements for the day and realized that he didn't have any plans after work in the afternoon. However, he couldn't just agree to her like that, so he said ambiguously, "How about this, Sister He, if I don't have anything to do after work, I'll come up to find you, how about that?"

He Liping thought for a moment, looked at him charmingly, nodded, and said in a voice as gentle as silk, "Good, Sister He will wait for your news." As she spoke, she gave him another flirtatious, charming smile, then turned and walked out of Zhao Desan's office.

Watching He Liping's slender and graceful back, Zhao Desan felt a thousand emotions in his heart. He thought that life always likes to play jokes on people, always letting you lose one thing only to gain another. The person he cared about most in Xijing should have been Zheng Jie, but he never expected that the young woman to whom he had given his sincere heart would betray him so deeply. And He Liping, whom he had never taken to heart, regardless of her motives, had always been so good to him, and was becoming better and better. He suddenly felt that he quite liked this He Liping. Although after more than a dozen intimate contacts with her, Zhao Desan discovered that many parts of her body had been operated on, ever since the Zheng Jie incident, Zhao Desan felt more and more that He Liping was good to him. Although he had tossed and turned all night in the hotel room with Ma Lan, which led to him sweating and his legs feeling weak and exhausted today, if he could use his man's strength to make He Liping achieve both psychological and physiological satisfaction after work today, Zhao Desan felt that even if he were to die on He Liping today, he would be willing. However, Zhao Desan felt that with his physical fitness, dying was a bit of an exaggeration.

After letting his mind wander for a while, no one else came to Zhao Desan's office, so he lay on the desk to make up for the sleep he didn't get last night. Once he lay on the desk, he fell straight asleep.

This sleep was truly wonderful for Zhao Desan. He didn't wake up until noon, close to work time. Drool had flowed all over the desk, which made even him feel a bit embarrassed. Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, Zhao Desan felt his stomach starting to growl. Picking up his phone from the side, he realized it was already close to two in the afternoon; the lunch hour had long passed.

Damn! Missed the lunch hour. It looks like I'll have to go hungry all afternoon, Zhao Desan muttered to himself angrily. Just at this moment, he suddenly saw that on the top right corner of his desk, on a clean white piece of paper, there were actually three meat buns. Although they weren't even steaming, the fact that three buns had suddenly appeared in front of him just when he was feeling famished made Zhao Desan feel overjoyed. Without even thinking, he grabbed the three buns on the desk, swallowed them in two bites each, and devoured them. After eating, that feeling of hunger was much better. After letting out a satisfied burp, Zhao Desan began to wonder who had placed these three juicy meat buns here? Who was so kind, it was like sending charcoal in the snow!

The first person Zhao Desan thought of was He Liping. He was completely bewitched by the things He Liping had done for him recently, feeling that in the Construction Committee, only He Liping would care about him so much, right? So, with a feeling of gratitude and warmth, he picked up his phone and dialed He Liping's number.

The call was connected quickly, and He Liping's voice came through: "Little Zhao, what's wrong?"

"Sister He, did you come to my office at noon?" Zhao Desan asked straight to the point. ===== CHAPTER 1988 =====