Chapter 2020: No reaction

Just as they were passionately entangled, Zhao Desan had already unbuttoned a few buttons of Lan Mei's top. One-third of her snow-white breasts, wrapped in a black lace-trimmed bra, were exposed. The soft, white, and smooth feeling immediately made Zhao Desan's blood boil. Just as he was about to cover them with his mouth to taste those top-quality "big meat buns," his phone on the desk a meter away played music...

Damn it! Which bastard grandson is this! In such a fiery atmosphere, with two people so passionately involved, they were interrupted by the music that suddenly rang from the phone. Zhao Desan was so angry that he cursed the ancestors of the person calling him to the eighteenth generation in his heart.

"Grandpa, your grandson is calling you... Grandpa, your grandson is calling you..." Zhao Desan wanted to pretend he didn't hear it and continue to tease Lan Mei, who was disheveled, but the phone kept ringing endlessly, as if it wouldn't stop until it ruined the good thing.

Zhao Desan paused, then buried his head again to continue kissing Lan Mei's snow-white neck passionately. Who knew that Lan Mei would suddenly burst into a series of silver-bell-like laughter, causing Zhao Desan's fiery mood to drop instantly. He said with a gloomy face and a bit of anger, "What are you laughing at!"

"Your grandson is calling you." Lan Mei said with a giggle. It turned out that she had suddenly heard Zhao Desan's phone ringtone. In such a serious and fiery atmosphere, such a funny sound suddenly rang out, and Lan Mei was amused without warning.

It turned out this was the reason she was laughing. Zhao Desan saw her laughing so hard she couldn't close her mouth, and suddenly felt that the ringtone he had heard countless times without feeling anything was indeed quite funny. So he burst out laughing, unable to control himself. While laughing, he said to Lan Mei, "Wait a moment, let me see whose call it is." As he spoke, he reluctantly got up from the disheveled Lan Mei, walked up to the desk, picked up the phone, and looked at it. The originally happy face immediately froze. He frowned, looked at the phone for a long time, and let the ringtone "Grandpa, your grandson is calling you" loop over and over again...

"What's wrong? Why don't you answer the phone?" Lan Mei saw Zhao Desan holding the phone without any reaction for a long time, neither answering nor hanging up, so she asked curiously.

"It's Li Fang's call." Zhao Desan frowned and said to Lan Mei, "She's asking for their wages!"

"Then what should we do? Hasn't that matter been completely resolved?" Lan Mei sat up from the sofa and asked. Zheng Tulu had handed this matter to Zhao Desan to handle, and she didn't know exactly how it was being handled.

"How could it be completely resolved? Zheng Tulu didn't have a solution either and pushed it to me. I can only fool Li Fang, dragging it out one day at a time." Zhao Desan said helplessly, while the phone was still ringing, "Grandpa, your grandson is calling you."

"Then what should we do?" Lan Mei began to worry for Zhao Desan. Although Lan Mei hadn't fully experienced Li Fang's power, she knew that this woman was definitely not to be trifled with, judging by how Zhao Desan was at his wit's end. However, she didn't know that what Zhao Desan was worried about was that he had slept with Li Fang and was afraid she would be unreasonable and use this matter to make a scene!

"I don't know what to do either." Zhao Desan said helplessly. After a moment of thought, he said impatiently, "I won't answer it. Let her call as much as she wants!" As he spoke, he neither answered nor hung up, just left the phone ringing on the table, walked to Lan Mei's side, and threw her onto the sofa again, starting to kiss her body. But no matter how hard he tried, how he stroked, or how he kissed, he couldn't find the feeling that made him burn with passion and blood boil. Lan Mei seemed to see that Zhao Desan was affected by the call and couldn't fully put his heart into it, so she tried her best to cooperate with Zhao Desan, twisting her full body under him, making faint gasps to tease his interest, and even reached a hand into his pants, groping and holding his "big guy," moving it up and down. But even her wrist was sore, and that thing seemed to be asleep, no matter how she called, it wouldn't wake up.

And Zhao Desan, who was lying on her, burying his head in her two jade peaks, licking and eating, was already sweating profusely with anxiety. But that thing seemed to be out of his brain's control and couldn't get hard no matter what. This was the first time Zhao Desan felt the feeling of having the heart but not the strength. The more anxious he was, the harder it was to get hard. Lan Mei, lying under Zhao Desan, realized this, so she raised her head slightly and whispered in his ear, "Lie down, let me use my mouth to help you."

Wow! Hearing Lan Mei's words, Zhao Desan felt pleasantly surprised. Lan Mei was a woman who paid special attention to hygiene. This was the first time she had taken the initiative to suggest using her mouth to wake up his little brother without taking a bath beforehand. Sure enough, because of Lan Mei's words, Zhao Desan seemed to be encouraged and immediately felt it. He said excitedly, "Okay." Then he turned over, lay on the sofa, and waited with his limbs spread out for Lan Mei to moisten his thing with her mouth.

"Close your eyes!" Lan Mei sat up from the sofa. Seeing Zhao Desan's wicked smile, his eyes staring straight at her, full of expectation, Lan Mei felt a bit embarrassed and reached out to wipe his eyes. Zhao Desan then squinted his eyes. Immediately after, he felt a soft, moist, and tender feeling spreading from the head of his slightly erect thing downwards. Soon, this tight, hot, and moist feeling completely wrapped around his masculine pride. Sure enough, the feeling of a mouth was different. Listening to the "smack, smack" sound of Lan Mei bending over and lying under his lower abdomen, Zhao Desan regained his masculine spirit and clearly felt that his thing was impatiently standing up...

"Knock, knock, knock... knock, knock, knock..." Just as Zhao Desan felt his body had completely relaxed and was preparing to put Lan Mei on the sofa to show her his masculine pride, the office door was suddenly knocked from the outside.

This sudden knocking sound was like a sudden downpour, pouring down from Zhao Desan's head, directly extinguishing the fire of desire burning in his whole body. That thing, which had been as hard as iron, suddenly went soft. Zhao Desan was almost driven crazy. He was interrupted by a phone call the first time, and just as he was about to get to the point, someone came to knock on the door again.

Fuck his grandma! Zhao Desan cursed inwardly, turned his head angrily, and shouted at the office door, "Who is it!"

"Deputy Section Chief Liu, open the door, I know you're in there! Don't try to play the grandson with me! Open the door quickly!" After Zhao Desan questioned the outside, a familiar woman's shout came immediately.