Chapter 212: Damn, someone's here!

Li Shanshan raised her willow eyebrows and lifted her eyelids, staring at him eerily. "Is there nothing else?"

Zhao Desan understood. This great Secretary Li was thinking about that matter again, so he narrowed his eyes and laughed, "Hehe... are you thinking about it again? Hehe..."

"Nonsense!" Li Shanshan frowned and denied it flatly.

"Then forget it!" Zhao Desan rolled his eyes and said.

Li Shanshan leaned closer to him again, a flush rising on her cheeks, and whispered, "Is your office convenient at noon?"

Zhao Desan shook his head up and down, triumphant, and laughed, "What do you think? It's not like we haven't done it there before. It's definitely safe."

"Then... alright..." Li Shanshan lowered her head shyly, her eyes a bit charming. She hadn't had intimate contact with Zhao Desan for some time, and as a twenty-seven or twenty-eight-year-old girl, her physiological needs were still relatively strong. Seeing Zhao Desan's lecherous look, her heart was already pounding.

Wang Anguo and Zhang Xiaoyan walked into the cafeteria together. This guy was the bureau's second-in-command, and his daily social engagements were endless; it was rare for him to come to the cafeteria to eat once a month, but it was no surprise that he came in with Zhang Xiaoyan.

This girl Zhang Xiaoyan really had great ambition, but she had no backing in the Coal Bureau, and her family background was ordinary. If she wanted to get ahead in the Coal Bureau, she could only use her youth as a price to exchange for the leaders' promotion. Zhao Desan had been keeping his distance from her recently and had already crossed her off the list of women he maintained relationships with. However, she had done one good thing for Zhao Desan: she helped him write a Party membership application and a recommendation letter.

That day, when he took the recommendation letter to find Wang Anguo for a signature, that bastard pushed back and forth and always found excuses to shirk it. Zhao Desan simply skipped him and had Director Zhang sign it directly. It quickly passed the Party Working Committee's review, and he joined the glorious and great Communist Party of China, becoming an outstanding Party member.

He and Li Shanshan sneakily stared at Wang Anguo and Zhang Xiaoyan with their peripheral vision. The two walked one after the other. That bastard Wang Anguo ordered Zhang Xiaoyan in the name of work, "Xiao Zhang, come to my office after you finish eating. I have something to ask you."

"Oh." Zhang Xiaoyan lowered her head and responded softly.

"Guess what Deputy Director Wang is calling Xiaoyan to the office to talk about?" Li Shanshan asked Zhao Desan in a mysterious whisper.

Zhao Desan glanced sideways at the two who had walked to the corner of the cafeteria and laughed with disdain, "Do I even need to ask? What else could they talk about? Isn't it just that thing between a man and a woman? Just like what you and I are going to talk about later." After speaking, Zhao Desan gave a lecherous smile.

"Filthy!" Li Shanshan pouted and rolled her eyes.

Pretending to be pure! Zhao Desan thought to himself, looking at her with a smile. Her eyes were shy, her face was flushed, and her heart was already restless.

"Are you done eating? If you're done, let's go talk business!" Zhao Desan urged.

"Done." Li Shanshan fiddled with the food on her plate a few times, took two bites, and put down her chopsticks. She was a bit impatient, but a girl's reserve prevented her from appearing too anxious.

"Let's go." Zhao Desan stood up.

"Mm." Li Shanshan tossed her hair, stood up, and followed him out of the cafeteria, walking toward the Logistics Division behind the office building.

When they reached the courtyard, they ran into Bai Ling, who was diligently sweeping the fallen leaves. Zhao Desan turned his head to stare at her; this stunning young woman occupied an irreplaceable position in his heart. Just like Ma Lan, his heart had been occupied by these two women for more than half, while the tall and beautiful Li Shanshan beside him only occupied a tiny bit of space.

"What are you looking at!" Li Shanshan tugged at his arm, her eyes wide open, as if she were unhappy. When she spoke like that, Bai Ling turned her face. Seeing Zhao Desan on the side, she was startled at first, then squeezed out a faint smile and smiled at them.

That faint smile was like a spark in the cold winter, carrying a little warmth, which made Zhao Desan feel very comfortable. He also smiled at her and nodded, then was pulled by Li Shanshan toward the Logistics Division.

Bai Ling behind them stopped her broom, stood in the courtyard, and stared straight at the backs of Zhao Desan and Li Shanshan as they walked away. The smile on her face stiffened and gradually became a bit disappointed.

As soon as they entered the office, Li Shanshan threw herself into Zhao Desan's arms, hugged his waist, and buried her head in his chest. She loved this feeling too much; she hadn't been intimate with him for ten days, and this older girl was already hungry and thirsty.

"Lock the door first," Zhao Desan said.

Li Shanshan let go of him, turned around happily to lock the door, drew the curtains, unzipped her zipper, took off her down jacket and threw it on the table, staring at him with fiery eyes, her red lips slightly parted: "Zhao Desan, we haven't done that for over ten days, right?"

"About that," Zhao Desan said. "Wait a moment, I'll turn on the electric heater, it's too cold." He turned to press the switch of the electric heater, and the glowing tungsten wire illuminated the small office in orange, and the cold air gradually warmed up.

Li Shanshan walked up and hugged him again. "Touch me," she ordered, her little heart beating wildly against his body.

"You're quite impatient," Zhao Desan said with a wicked smile, placing his hands on her waist and stroking her through her tight, thin sweater. That slender little waist really felt comfortable to stroke.

"Reach in and touch..." Li Shanshan shyly directed him, gently biting his chest with her teeth, her two hands forcefully scratching his back.

Zhao Desan slid his hand down, touched the hem of the sweater, and reached in with his fingers together, immediately feeling the scorching, silky skin. Li Shanshan was frozen by his cold hands and let out an "Ah" cry, her face pale as she said, "Your hands are so cold."

"Let's warm up first," Zhao Desan said, reaching his hand further inside. The temperature inside the sweater was truly high, and the skin was hot and scorching; the feeling was truly too comfortable. With this feverish body, what was there to fear about this cold weather? He laughed deviously in his triumph, his palms separated, wandering gently over her jade-like, smooth, and tender back, feeling the heat emanating from her body.