Chapter 3113

"Can't you tell who it is?" He Liping asked back expressionlessly, "Is there any other man who dares to be so presumptuous in my office?"

"Is he your... husband?" Zhao Desan asked tentatively. Listening to He Liping's meaning, this man's relationship with her was so close, it seemed he could only be her husband.

"You know and you still ask!" He Liping rolled her eyes at Zhao Desan, walked to the desk and sat down, picked up the water cup in a bad mood, frowned again, and put the water cup fiercely on the table.

Seeing this, Zhao Desan hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the water cup to fill it with water for He Liping and sent it over, with a fawning smile, and said respectfully, "Sister He, drink some water."

He Liping glanced at Zhao Desan unhappily, took the water cup and took a sip, and then said to Zhao Desan, "Alright, there's nothing else, you go."

"Sister He, leaving just like this?" Zhao Desan stood beside He Liping and glanced at He Liping's neckline from above. That white, round, and soft softness made him feel a bit restless and unable to control himself.

He Liping raised her face, looked at Zhao Desan charmingly with those peach-blossom eyes, and said expressionlessly, "Then what else do you have?"

"..." Zhao Desan had an awkward smile on his face and stammered, unable to say anything.

He Liping knew exactly what this guy was thinking, but her husband came to the unit today and had a big fight with her. She didn't have any such thoughts at all now. Seeing Zhao Desan's appearance like a child, she said impatiently, "I'm not in the mood today, you go back. We'll talk when I'm in the mood another day!"

The coldness shown by He Liping made Zhao Desan immediately dispel that thought. A forced melon is not sweet. Since this mature woman was not in the state today, why bother? So Zhao Desan smiled faintly and said, "Alright then, Sister He, I'm leaving first!" As he spoke, he walked out of He Liping's office in a huff, and a long sigh from He Liping came from behind him.

The fact that her husband came to the unit to quarrel with her today was a manifestation of the sharp decline in their husband-wife relationship. Once a woman cheats or has a man outside, she will become colder and colder to her own man in all aspects. And He Liping's husband, precisely because he enjoyed such treatment, had been in a cold war for a long time. After quarreling over a trivial matter on the phone today, the man really couldn't bear the humiliation he had suffered over the past few years, so he rushed to the Provincial Construction Committee in a fit of impulse to find He Liping and had a big fight with her in her office. He Liping even smashed things in anger, which drove the man away. Having just quarreled with her own man, she also felt a bit guilty toward him. Zhao Desan revealed such thoughts again. As long as a woman with a little conscience has no heart to do that kind of thing at this time. For He Liping, she liked this young man Zhao Desan, especially his glib tongue, and even more his young and strong body, which could give her pleasure that she couldn't enjoy from other men in that kind of thing. However, for her, He Liping didn't really invest feelings like other women. The two were just a deep-level exchange of interests. Her real purpose was to capture Zhao Desan's heart and use his power to bring Zheng the Bald Donkey down, so that she could sit on the throne of the top leader of the Provincial Construction Committee. But He Liping also knew that this process was long, and with Zheng the Bald Donkey's cunning, she couldn't easily beat the grass and scare the snake. Everything could only be done in silence.

Damn it! What are you being so arrogant about! Zhao Desan walked out of He Liping's office with a feeling of resentment, lit a cigarette, and walked downstairs swaggeringly.

"Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao..." Just as Zhao Desan walked to the corner of the second-floor staircase, a familiar and pleasant voice came from behind.

Zhao Desan was stunned for a moment, then stopped and turned his head to look curiously. When he turned his head, he found that the woman who came into his eyes was Section Chief Lan Mei, who had helped him a lot. She had just walked out of the office and suddenly saw a man walking down from the third floor. The man's height and figure looked very much like Zhao Desan, who had worked under her, in all aspects. The two had an unknown emotional experience. Up to now, Zhao Desan was still the second man Lan Mei was willing to pay for. She tentatively shouted at him, not expecting him to turn his head, and it really was Zhao Desan.

"Section... Section Chief Lan..." When Zhao Desan saw this aloof, cold, and moving woman, he widened his eyes and was stunned on the spot. A moment later, he immediately greeted her with joy and walked toward her.

Lan Mei, who had always been cold and aloof, when she saw Zhao Desan walking toward her, a faint smile bloomed on that cold and moving face. Although the smile was faint, it represented the warmth in her heart. She had a shallow smile at the corners of her mouth and said softly, "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, why are you here?"

"Came to handle some things." Zhao Desan walked to Lan Mei and answered in official language.

Lan Mei had a faint smile at the corners of her mouth, gave a light 'oh', and said, "How is work recently? Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Zhao Desan nodded with a faint smile and then asked, "And you?"

"Same as before." Lan Mei answered with a faint smile. A kind of watery love light revealed in those charming eyes. She was a woman who was not good at expressing her true feelings. Although she liked this little man in her heart, she would never take the initiative to show her feelings to him. Her attitude had always been: you come, I welcome; you go, I don't keep you, but I will always have you in my heart.

Looking at his former female superior whom he hadn't seen for a long time, Zhao Desan felt genuinely happy. He carefully looked at Section Chief Lan standing in front of him and only then realized that she seemed to be thinner and much more haggard than before, and there were fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. Although the traces of time were written on her face, she still radiated that cold and charming charm, just like a lotus flower blooming alone, clear, cold, graceful, and blooming calmly, without competing with the world. Such a determined and calm woman was the one Zhao Desan admired and liked the most. Coupled with Lan Mei's extraordinary beauty, this temperament radiated an even more charming charm, more like a rose with thorns, with a distinct personality. Graceful, charming, elegant, noble, still charming, soul-stirring, bright eyes, beautiful face, gorgeous, quiet, gentle, charming in language... any word that can be used to describe the beauty of women is not too much to use on her.

After chatting for two sentences, the two of them fell silent at the same time, as if all the emotions between them had turned into a silent look. Lan Mei's cold and deep eyes flashed with an unfathomable watery light, looking at Zhao Desan with such tenderness, which made Zhao Desan feel a very painful feeling in his heart, because seeing Lan Mei so haggard now, he felt some heartache. The most profound impression a person leaves on another is often the first time they meet. Although Zhao Desan later conquered this charming and cold female superior, in his heart, Lan Mei's image always stayed at the first meeting. That day, because he wrongly forwarded a dirty joke to Lan Mei, he was called into the office by this cold and serious female superior and scolded. From then on, Lan Mei left Zhao Desan with a very serious, cold, and unreasonable image. He could still clearly see the scene in his mind: she was leaning on the boss chair with her legs crossed, flipping through her mobile phone, staring at Zhao Desan with those charming eyes, and questioning Zhao Desan in a cold tone, just like a vicious woman with a snake-like heart!

After being silent for a while, Zhao Desan felt that standing in the corridor like this would be a bit bad if seen by others, so he broke the silence and said, "Section Chief Lan, won't you let me sit in your office?"

Lan Mei could hear that this was a hint from Zhao Desan. In fact, he wanted to be alone with her, so she smiled and nodded, turned around and opened the office, and Zhao Desan followed her in.

After entering Lan Mei's office, the two stood in the middle of the office. Originally, Zhao Desan thought he would have a lot to say to Lan Mei, but when the two were alone, suddenly, he found that he couldn't find a topic. This might be the power of time. Not seeing each other for too long had diluted the emotions between the two. However, Zhao Desan still used his ability to spit out lotus flowers to find as many topics as possible to chat with this cold female leader who had an unusual relationship with him. But the topics were more about work, and neither of them took the initiative to mention each other's emotional status. In fact, there was no need to ask, because Zhao Desan knew that with Lan Mei's personality, she must still be living alone now.

In Zhao Desan's eyes, Lan Mei was like a woman who didn't eat human fireworks and didn't belong to this world, so clear, aloof, beautiful, and charming. She was full of calm and mature atmosphere and cold beauty, like fine wine foaming in a cup. Her clothing, posture, and decoration, the movement of her hands and the turning of her neck, her calm and composed quiet actions, the tinkling sound of the jade bracelet on her wrist, her clear and shallow smile and slow words, as well as her charming and affectionate glance... all of this was flowing with a fascinating atmosphere... She was wearing appropriate clothing and talking to Zhao Desan in the office while pacing gently. Her limbs seemed to always want to dance to the melody of an unheard nameless tune in her heart.... Her bracelet tinkled, and her dress danced with the wind. The posture of her bracelet was like an invisible little bird released from a cage, flying toward the vast and boundless sky, flying toward the sea of clouds! Suddenly, she picked up a lump of mud from the flowerpot on the table and threw it out for no reason; she stood on tiptoe, peeking at the outside world from the balcony window, then turned around, and a bunch of keys on her exquisite small belt flew and rang.

Today's unexpected meeting made Lan Mei feel more lost than not seeing each other, because she knew that she would never be with Zhao Desan after all. Originally, time had diluted the emotions between the two, but today's meeting wiped away the layer of dust at the bottom of her heart again, opened the box that treasured emotions, and let the little bird at the bottom of her heart fly again. But it wouldn't be long before it had to be locked in a cage again. Such a painful meeting is better not to meet.

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