Chapter 2229

While flipping his phone, he squinted his eyes and pondered why Lan Mei would call him at this time? Could it be that today's appointments were all squeezed together? It couldn't be that coincidental, right? If it really were like this, whether it was Ma Lan or Lan Mei, these two women who occupied important positions in his life, he didn't want to miss either of them. Ma Lan didn't need to be mentioned; she was the one he had known the longest among all women. Her tenderness, her charm, and her performance in bed were the reasons why Zhao Desan had been unable to let go of his feelings for her for so long. And Lan Mei? As his former cold-ice female boss, cold, arrogant, and unapproachable, but because of a coincidence, the two sparked a flame, allowing Zhao Desan to obtain this cold-ice beautiful young woman. What made him even more pleasantly surprised was that she was actually the legendary one-in-ten-thousand White Tiger, the best among women! Just thinking about it made him incredibly excited.

Regardless of which one of them it was, as long as they met privately, "hey-ho" was an unavoidable link, and it was also a matter of course.

Thinking of the two beauties with completely different styles—one a business powerhouse with noble temperament, the other a cold and enchanting female government leader—Zhao Desan didn't want to miss either of them. Thus, before picking up the phone to call Lan Mei back, Zhao Desan pondered that if Lan Mei also made an appointment with him after work, how should he arrange the evening's appointments so as not to be impulsive? While thinking, he had already dialed Lan Mei's number unconsciously.

"Hello, Comrade Xiao Zhao... why aren't you speaking?" Just as Zhao Desan was still considering this problem that was a bit tricky for him, the voice coming from the phone interrupted his thoughts.

Picking up the phone to look, he saw that the call had been connected for dozens of seconds. While wondering how the phone could have gone through, he hurriedly put the phone to his ear and answered, "Hello! Director Lan."

"Comrade Xiao Zhao, why didn't you speak when the call went through?" Lan Mei asked suspiciously on the phone.

"Maybe I dialed it by accident." Zhao Desan guessed.

Lan Mei said: "I just called you because I wanted to ask you something."

Zhao Desan asked suspiciously: "What does Director Lan want to ask me?"

Lan Mei said: "About your job transfer."

Damn it, it seems everyone knows this news? Zhao Desan thought in his heart, then chuckled and said noncommittally: "Director Lan, you know about it too?"

"Zheng Zheng Tulu came to my office just now and said it. I hadn't asked clearly before he left, saying he wanted to wait until after work to talk to me privately about your matter." Lan Mei told Zhao Desan the content of her conversation with Zheng Zheng Tulu truthfully.

Hearing Lan Mei's words, Zhao Desan immediately felt that the old guy must have other motives for finding Lan Mei to talk about this matter, especially from his idea of wanting to talk to Lan Mei privately, Zhao Desan guessed the old fox's thoughts. He looked at the watch on his wrist and saw that there was still an hour before getting off work, so he said: "Director Lan, wait a moment, I'll come to your office and we'll talk in detail." Saying this, he hung up the phone, got up, and walked out of the office.

Looking around sneakily, he came to the door of Lan Mei's office. Zhao Desan didn't even knock on the door, but pushed it open lightly and slipped in. Once inside, he hurriedly closed the door from the inside.

Seeing Zhao Desan arrive, Lan Mei sat up straight. After he closed the door, a bit more tenderness appeared in Lan Mei's cold and beautiful eyes. She greeted him gently: "You're here."

After closing the door well, Zhao Desan walked toward her desk while impatiently pressing: "What did that old guy say to you?"

Seeing Zhao Desan's anxious appearance, Lan Mei knew that the matter shouldn't be what Zheng Zheng Tulu had conveyed to her, so she narrated: "He said you were going to be transferred and asked me what I thought."

Zhao Desan looked at Lan Mei, who was watching him with such tender and reluctant eyes, with a sincere expression. He sighed and said: "Director Lan, to tell you the truth, this time it's the intention of the province. To be more precise, it's Secretary Jin's intention. He wants to transfer me to the district to assist District Mayor Wu in work, but the matter hasn't taken shape yet, so I didn't tell you."

Lan Mei looked at him with regretful eyes and said: "Comrade Xiao Zhao, do you know that there is no future in the district compared to here? Especially for young people like you, there are very good development prospects here. Once you go to the district, it will be very difficult to move up."

Hearing that Lan Mei didn't know the real situation of his personnel transfer, Zhao Desan looked at her with a mix of laughter and tears, then leaned forward and whispered: "Director Lan, actually it's not what you think. This time Secretary Jin intends to transfer me to the district to be the Director of the District Construction Commission."

Hearing the real situation revealed by Zhao Desan, Lan Mei couldn't help but widen her cold and beautiful eyes, her delicate brows raised high, looking at him with an unbelievable expression, saying: "No... it can't be, right?"

Seeing Lan Mei's surprised look of half-belief and half-doubt, Zhao Desan coughed twice, nodded affirmatively, and asked, returning to the main topic: "What did Zheng Zheng Tulu say to you?"

"I heard from his meaning that it seemed like he was the one arranging you to go. I thought he had a conflict with you and wanted to drive you out of here."

Hearing Lan Mei's worry, Zhao Desan chuckled dryly. A sense of hatred condensed in his unfocused eyes, and then he sneered and said: "That old guy really thinks he can do whatever he wants to me? This time it's a matter personally arranged by Secretary Jin; he has no room for choice!"

Seeing Zhao Desan's somewhat smug expression, Lan Mei asked with some confusion: "Then why did Zheng Zheng Tulu say he wanted to find a place to talk to me privately after work?" Actually, Lan Mei wasn't unable to guess the old fox's thoughts, but she wasn't sure. And if she refused without any reason, she was afraid that this old guy would find fault in work in the future. She wanted to seek Zhao Desan's thoughts; after all, his brain was flexible and he had many ghost ideas.

Hearing Lan Mei's words, Zhao Desan's brain turned, and he immediately understood why Zheng Zheng Tulu said that. This old guy had only one purpose in finding Lan Mei: to satisfy his animal desires. Zhao Desan looked at Lan Mei's eyes with a strange look. Her eyes were as tender as water, seemingly sending autumn waves to Zhao Desan, extremely affectionate, watching him quietly, waiting for him to say his thoughts. "Director Lan, in my opinion, this is a trap of that old fox. I think he just wants to find you to satisfy his own selfish desires." Zhao Desan's guess was accurate.

Zhao Desan's thoughts coincided with Lan Mei's. She now had a bottom line in her heart, and then her delicate brows, which reached her temples, frowned slightly. Her eyes were full of worry, and she asked: "Comrade Xiao Zhao, then what should I do? He's going to call me in a while, what should I do?"

Zhao Desan naturally didn't agree with her going, and blurted out without hesitation: "Definitely don't go. If you go, it's a dead end." Zhao Desan described the result as extremely serious. In fact, for him, wasn't it the same? When Lan Mei submitted to him under the threat of that old guy, that feeling was simply painful for Zhao Desan. Such a beautiful and moving young woman, ruined by that old fox—who wouldn't feel heartbroken?

Lan Mei asked for Zhao Desan's opinion: "Then what should I tell him?"

Zhao Desan said directly without even thinking: "Just find an excuse to decline, isn't that enough?" In Zhao Desan's view, the method to refuse someone was very simple, not as complicated as she thought. It was mainly because Lan Mei was a person who did things meticulously and didn't like to lie.

"Find... find what excuse?" Lan Mei didn't know what excuse to find to decline Zheng Zheng Tulu's ill-intentioned invitation for a moment.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Just as the two were discussing what excuse to use to fool Zheng Zheng Tulu, Lan Mei's phone rang on the table. She looked at the phone and saw the name 'Zheng Zheng Tulu' on the screen. She immediately frowned, looked at Zhao Desan nervously, and cast a look of help at him.