Chapter 1994: Uneasy Mood

So Zhao Desan, with an uneasy mood, carefully pushed open the office door. Once he pushed it open, his eyes looked around inside like a thief. Finding no sign of Zheng Tulu, he walked in and closed the office door behind him.

"Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, you... what's the matter?" Seeing Zhao Desan walk in, although Lan Mei was trying to appear calm, her expression still looked somewhat unnatural, especially the mist of sadness permeating those beautiful big eyes.

Zhao Desan looked at Lan Mei unscrupulously. Seeing that her expression was clearly somewhat abnormal, he walked up and asked straight to the point, "Director Lan, what happened just now? Why were you crying?"

"I didn't?" Lan Mei feigned ignorance and squeezed out a smile.

Looking at her red-rimmed eyes, how could Zhao Desan believe her words? Staring fixedly at her eyes, he asked again, "Director Lan, what exactly happened? Tell me, I'll stand up for you!"

"Really nothing... nothing happened. Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, stop letting your imagination run wild." Lan Mei couldn't possibly take the initiative to confess to Zhao Desan about being humiliated just now.

Just at this moment, Zhao Desan's eyes suddenly widened like a cow's, looking at Lan Mei's clothes with a look of astonishment. He saw that the buttons on Lan Mei's shirt were buttoned in the wrong position. If it were normal times, seeing someone button their clothes incorrectly, Zhao Desan would definitely be amused and laugh out loud. But because of what Xia Jian had said just now, how could he laugh now? Seeing Lan Mei's shirt buttons misaligned, his first reaction was that just a short while ago, Zheng Tulu must have been touching her.

Lan Mei saw Zhao Desan staring at her attire with wide eyes. She looked down with some confusion and realized that after being humiliated by Zheng Tulu, she had buttoned her clothes incorrectly in her panic. She quickly leaned her body to the side, re-buttoning her shirt while making up a story, saying, "I changed my shirt at noon, and I buttoned it wrong."

"Director Lan, tell me honestly, did that old thing Zheng Tulu come to the office to bully you?" Zhao Desan asked Lan Mei with a serious face.

"No... no." Lan Mei denied it desperately, re-buttoning the misaligned buttons, and said with a forced smile.

Seeing that Lan Mei refused to admit it, Zhao Desan turned his head in anger and suddenly saw a few wads of toilet paper in the trash can in the corner. He looked at Lan Mei with majesty and said mercilessly, "Director Lan, what's done is done, why are you afraid to admit it?"

Seeing Zhao Desan using a tone of mockery to ridicule her, suddenly, two lines of hot tears welled up in Lan Mei's beautiful eyes. She looked at him with grievance and said, "I... I was forced..."

"Whether you were forced or not, why don't you admit it!" Zhao Desan said unhappily.

"I was forced by him... wuwuwuwu..." Lan Mei said and began to cry with grievance.

Seeing Lan Mei crying, Zhao Desan softened his tone and comforted her, saying, "Director Lan, stop crying. I know you were forced. I just wanted you to confirm if that old thing bullied you, so I can avenge you!"

"I... I don't want you to avenge me..." Lan Mei said with aggrieved choking. She didn't want Zhao Desan to get involved in this matter, fearing it would bring fire upon himself.

"That old thing is too bullying. You can't always indulge him and fear him like this, or he will become even more presumptuous. I, Zhao Desan, cannot swallow this evil breath today! I must vent this anger for you!" Seeing Lan Mei crying with a tear-stained face, Zhao Desan also felt very uncomfortable in his heart. Originally such a noble and cold woman, now under the torture of the old guy, she looked extremely pitiful. Moreover, Zhao Desan had feelings for her, and he already had a grudge against Zheng Tulu. Zhao Desan felt that no matter what, he had to vent this anger for Lan Mei and teach Zheng Tulu a good lesson. He originally didn't like to solve things with violence, but in the current situation, he had no other way to retaliate against the old thing and could only solve the problem in this most primitive and brutal way.

"I don't want you to get involved. Don't get involved. This will be bad for you." Lan Mei looked at Zhao Desan with tear-stained eyes and said.

Her aggrieved appearance made Zhao Desan feel very uncomfortable. The more she said not to get involved, the more he had to get involved. That was the kind of person he was, with a streak of male chauvinism. He shouted at Lan Mei fiercely, "Director Lan, I must get involved in this matter! Don't tell me any more big principles! Just wait and see a good show!" As he spoke, Zhao Desan, with great hatred for Zheng Tulu, stood up and walked out, gritting his teeth, preparing to return to his office to arrange this matter.

"Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, don't... don't do this!" Lan Mei shouted at him from behind in a panic with a crying voice. She didn't want Zhao Desan to intensify the conflict with Zheng Tulu because of this matter, as it would affect his future.

"The things I, Zhao Desan, decide, even ten cows can't pull back! Just wait! I'll make that old thing look good!" Just before walking out of the office door, Zhao Desan looked back and left a harsh word for Lan Mei.

Returning from Lan Mei's office to his own office on the first floor, after sitting down, Zhao Desan began to consider how to give Zheng Tulu some color to see and vent this anger for Lan Mei. Thinking and thinking, there were two people who could handle this matter now. One was Shanzhu, whose life he had saved, given money, and helped find a job. This guy was also grateful to him and had once performed a scene of hacking Wang Pangzi with a kitchen knife in the hospital under his arrangement. That ruthlessness was performed vividly. Letting him handle this matter should have a full grasp. So, Zhao Desan picked up his phone and found Shanzhu's number. Just as he was about to press the dial button, he suddenly became vigilant again because he thought that Shanzhu was now working for Zheng Jie. Zheng Jie had already 'betrayed' him to Zheng Tulu once before. If this matter was accidentally leaked by Shanzhu and leaked to Zheng Tulu by Zheng Jie, then he would definitely have no good fruit to eat in the Construction Committee in the future. Thinking of this, Zhao Desan hesitated. After careful consideration for a while, he finally called Wuzi. This guy was mixed up in the underworld anyway, so letting him handle this matter would make him feel more at ease. By the way, he could also ask how he was doing with that Big Wild Bull recently. So, Zhao Desan returned the phone interface to the address book, entered the two pinyin letters 'wz', found Wuzi's phone number, and called.

The phone was connected and kept ringing, but no one answered. Zhao Desan was so angry that he closed the flip phone, put it heavily on the table, and muttered, "This brat actually doesn't answer my phone!"

It turned out that Wuzi was enjoying free service in a bath center opened by a friend in the underworld in the south of the city at this time. When Zhao Desan called, Wuzi was lying on a large, soft bed, lying spread-eagled, enjoying the service of a service girl wearing sexy underwear kneeling beside him. The service girl was lying on his crotch, moving her head up and down, 'baji baji'-ing for him.

Wuzi, who was squinting his eyes and enjoying the feeling of being as moist as an emperor, vaguely heard the phone ringing on the table for a while. While gently stroking the service girl's snow-white, smooth thighs, he asked, "Did my phone just ring for a second?"

"Hmm." The girl said, while 'baji baji'-ing, emitting an affirmative sound from her nostrils.

"Help me get the phone." Wuzi ordered.

So the girl climbed up from his crotch, leaned over, helped him get the phone from the bedside table, handed it to him, and then continued to bend over to 'baji' for him.

Wuzi took the phone, opened it, and saw a missed call from Zhao Desan. He thought he must be asking how the relationship with Big Wild Bull was going again. Wuzi, who was enjoying the ultimate bliss, simply threw the phone aside, preparing to call Zhao Desan back after finishing.

After putting down the phone, Wuzi felt a tightness below. It turned out that the service girl had put a raincoat on his little brother, then posed and rode on top, starting to move up and down on his body.

Wuzi let out a comfortable 'Ah...' and enjoyed this wonderful thing.

The service girl was worthy of being in this line of work, showing all the techniques she knew on the bed. Under her meticulous service, in less than ten minutes, accompanied by a series of 'hmm hmm ah ah' accelerating rhythms of the service girl moving up and down, Wuzi felt the little fireball accumulated in his lower abdomen suddenly spray out from his body. His whole body tightened, he gritted his teeth and shouted, and then his body softened, and he was released. He was released uncontrollably...

And the service girl also lay softly on his body. The two hugged each other, enjoying this time after the release. After a period of rest, the service girl climbed off Wuzi, and while putting on her clothes, she asked him coquettishly, "Brother, was my service good?"

"Good, very good." Wuzi smiled wickedly with satisfaction, patted the service girl's plump buttocks 'pa', and the service girl let out a lewd cry, carried the service tray, waved at Wuzi, and said, "Brother, you rest for a while, see you next time." With that, she opened the door and walked out of the room. ===== CHAPTER 1995 =====

"Spot on, absolutely spot on." Wuzi smirked with satisfaction and gave the service girl's plump, full buttocks a 'slap'. The service girl let out a lewd moan, picked up her service tray, waved at Wuzi, and said, "Brother, you rest for a bit, see you next time." With that, she opened the door and walked out of the room.