Chapter 2305: Staring Straight at Him

He Liping stared straight at him with those misty eyes burning with the fire of desire, and said in a soft tone, "It's not better yet."

Zhao Desan asked with malicious intent, "Then how can it get better?"

He Liping gently blinked those watery eyes that rippled with charm, crooked a finger at him, and said, "Come here, I'll tell you how it can get better."

And so, Zhao Desan, filled with anticipation and wearing a wicked smile, walked around the desk to her side. He bent over and leaned his ear in, and He Liping's mouth moved closer. Her two plump, fiery-red lips parted slightly and took the flesh of Zhao Desan's ear into her mouth.

He Liping was truly an experienced woman; she knew which parts of Zhao Desan's body were the most sensitive and understood how to tease a man. Those two soft, rosy lips gently held Zhao Desan's earlobe, and the soft, slippery tongue in her mouth began to gently nudge and tease his earlobe like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Zhao Desan's ear was the most sensitive part of his entire body. Sure enough, under He Liping's highly aggressive teasing, waves of electric-like sensations quickly swept through Zhao Desan's central nervous system, immediately giving him the feeling that his blood was surging. Feeling Zhao Desan's body trembling slightly, He Liping employed her super-skilled techniques, traveling familiarly up along Zhao Desan's thigh, going higher... and higher... until she reached the thriving wilderness of his manhood...

Because Zheng Tulu was in the office right next door, the two of them suppressed the pleasure in their hearts this time, intertwined on He Liping's boss chair, rising and falling without making a sound. He Liping's petal-cave, which seemed to have suction and could contract at will, stimulated Zhao Desan's masculine vigor. Because the situation was so perilous, they could even hear the loud coughing of Zheng Tulu next door. This kind of affair, walking on thin ice, was truly too thrilling and exciting. In less than twenty minutes, the two of them reached the peak of pleasure together, panting and holding each other tightly, trembling uncontrollably on the boss chair...

After an intense and suppressed battle, they tidied up the battlefield. He Liping's face was flushed with the lingering afterglow. She looked at Zhao Desan with shy affection and said, still wanting more, "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, now that this is done, you'll be going to work at the district next week. I don't know if we'll have a chance in the future."

Zhao Desan chuckled and said, "As long as you want to, Sister He, there will be plenty of opportunities."

Having received Zhao Desan's affirmative reply, He Liping looked at him with a face full of shyness and said, "After all, you'll be working in the district. It's too far from here, and it won't be convenient to meet. Why even talk about it!"

At this moment, Zheng Tulu coughed in the office next door. Zhao Desan teased her, saying, "Even without me, isn't there still Old Zheng? Sister He, you certainly won't be lacking for someone to love you."

Hearing Zhao Desan mocking her, He Liping's previously shy face immediately clouded over. She pulled a long face, glared at him fiercely, and cursed, "You stinking brat, go to hell!" After cursing, she suddenly remembered the real business and continued, "By the way, Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, what did Old Zheng call you over to his place for just now?"

This question from He Liping was something Zhao Desan hadn't figured out either. His expression became confused, he frowned slightly, squinted his eyes, and said, "I'm also puzzled. What exactly did he mean by calling me to his office first thing in the morning?"

He Liping tilted her head, looked at Zhao Desan suspiciously, and asked, "Did he not say anything to you at all?"

Zhao Desan pondered and said, "He did say things, but they were all trivial matters. And his attitude toward me today was unexpectedly good—so good that I find it a bit hard to believe."

Zhao Desan's words piqued He Liping's interest even more. She pressed, "So what exactly did he say?"

Zhao Desan glanced sideways at the anxious He Liping and said, also very puzzled, "He just told me to handle the work at hand well, so that I wouldn't affect the work of the Construction Committee when the handover comes..."

After hearing Zhao Desan's words, He Liping's heart suddenly became clear. Only she understood why Zheng Tulu's attitude toward Zhao Desan had suddenly done a 180-degree turn and why he was giving him such earnest advice. It was all because he was afraid that if Zhao Desan didn't hand over his work clearly before leaving, it would affect the work after Zheng Ru took over. It was entirely out of selfishness that he had temporarily changed his attitude toward Zhao Desan.

Seeing the look in He Liping's eyes, Zhao Desan asked, "Sister He, do you know what his purpose is in saying these things? Anyway, I feel that if that old guy didn't have a purpose, it would be impossible for him to be this good to me."

He Liping laughed with confidence, looked at Zhao Desan, and said, "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, you're right. If Old Zheng didn't have a purpose, he wouldn't be this good to you."

Seeing He Liping's very calculating expression, as if she knew something, Zhao Desan probed, "Sister He, do you know the real intention of that old fox?"

"Heh heh," He Liping laughed calculatingly, turned her face away, and asked Zhao Desan a question that didn't answer his, "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, you're only focused on your own promotion now, but have you thought about who will take over your position after you leave?"