Chapter 3114

Sometimes, when Lan Mei thinks of those things at home, she will stand in the bathroom alone, facing the mirror to loosen her bun to dress up, biting the ribbon with her white teeth, and tying her hair strand by strand with both hands behind her head. After combing her hair, having nothing to do, she would lie lazily on the soft bed, like moonlight through the gaps of transparent leaves, graceful and moving.

She saw herself in the mirror, long hair over her shoulders, although blown messy by the wind, it was still curly and free. Her face with rouge was watery red, and her lips were red and full. Beautiful and fitting clothes wrapped her mature body, and high heels made her look graceful. Of course, she was still as cold and charming as ever, but she was definitely not the her from a few years ago! She had always felt that time had changed people a lot. When Zhao Desan was still in the Provincial Construction Committee, she at least had someone to confide in, and if she had any grievances, she could confide in him. But since she left, Lan Mei realized that she was so lonely staying here alone. But there was no way. Without any special skills, once she left this fat-water office and lost this iron rice bowl, what could a woman like her who lived in seclusion and didn't like to deal with people do to support herself?

It was the pressure of life that made Lan Mei support herself in this unit. However, since He Liping came to the Provincial Construction Committee, Zheng the Bald Donkey no longer treated her as before, which made Lan Mei have less pressure at work. But psychologically, she felt more and more lost and empty, because after all, she was a woman, a woman nearly forty years old, watching her good time slip away, and she was still living alone. Until this moment, when she unexpectedly reunited with Zhao Desan today, she really realized that the power of time to change people was so great! She was no longer the female superior who was cold to Zhao Desan before, and he was no longer the little man who was timid when he saw her. From Zhao Desan's words and deeds, she saw the mature side of a man, which made her feel happy for Zhao Desan. And now she was also a mature woman with traces of time written on her face. She touched her cheeks from time to time. She could hardly believe this fact. At this time, she missed the little man who was glib and sweet-talking so much!

Wrapped in professional attire, Lan Mei's figure was as straight and tall as a poplar tree, with exquisite curves and a graceful posture, simply as charming as a moon woman. In terms of appearance, she matched every point of Zhao Desan's middle lover. Noble chest, thin shoulders, white and smooth neck, dark and bright big eyes, dark and oily long hair, everything was there. What about her face? Her face looked a bit like Monica Bellucci, the heroine in "Malèna". Although there were some faint wrinkles on her skin, it looked more mysterious; the same high nose bridge, the same arrogant facial features, the same distinct contours, revealing the same coldness and arrogance in her bones. But that arrogance was so gloomy. Although she was smiling, she smiled very shallowly. That was the habitual expression of her curved, arrogant lips.

In Zhao Desan's view, Lan Mei was too charming. Her cheeks were very beautiful, but on them, there was an ethereal, detached state, which seemed a bit unreal. Her deep, looking-to-speak eyes, her red and white, bright and beautiful cheeks, her bow-curved eyebrows, her upright and symmetrical jaw and neck... were all the same as before. The only difference was that there were some fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. At this moment, her cold and tender demeanor would make even the coldest man feel fascinated, crazy, and enchanted. In the Elizabethan era in England, a poet used 'rose containing snow' to compare red lips and white teeth. Among the women he had seen in his life, there was no woman like the one he used this word to describe, making him constantly think of that metaphor. In his view, it could simply be said that this set of teeth and this set of lips were truly perfect and flawless. But in reality, they were not truly perfect and flawless. And it was precisely because of this perfection that was a bit imperfect that a sweet taste was born, because always feeling that there was a little flaw made one feel that it was the taste of the human world.

Lan Mei, who had been carefully dressed up, looked radiant. This was the glory that only healthy women had. Her bun, her dark and bright eyes, were all shining like gems; her lips radiated red and warm vitality, her neck was white and full of vigor, exposed at the collar of her neck, gently wrapping around her snow-white neck, and then extending downward along the dark blue jacket, similar to herself, giving people a soft feeling. It was just that on her, this softness and coldness were blended together, so it was exceptionally cold and charming. This beauty was different from the solidified beauty of other women. Her beauty was a flowing beauty, always radiating different magic.

Zhao Desan's eyes stared at her as if enchanted, feeling that she was particularly beautiful now. She wore this slim red jacket. This was the first time he had seen her wear red-toned clothes. Her face was lightly powdered, her eyebrows were lightly drawn, making her red lips and white teeth even more moving, so charming, so bright... Although Lan Mei was already thirty-seven or thirty-eight, she really looked like twenty-eight or twenty-nine. Her face was still very white and beautiful. Her two bright big eyes were like the spring water in the autumn moon night, clear and bright, flashing with charming and tempting brilliance. A pair of fine eyebrows reaching the temples, even a frown and a smile, were full of deep affection, hiding the charm of a young woman. But her deep affection and charm were just right, never giving people a coquettish feeling. Her slightly smiling lips and shiny cheeks added a lot of teasing shyness and tenderness to her. However, this shyness and tenderness were implicit and not artificial, moving the soul, rather than annoying. These days, Zhao Desan had pondered the curve of this mouth countless times, so when he closed his eyes slightly, this face could easily appear in his brain. Now this face appeared in front of him, the color was red, full of vitality. He looked at it and felt a current pass through his body, a cool breeze blew into his nerves, and he almost fainted. And due to an incomprehensible physiological effect, he sneezed loudly, which was very disappointing.

This action of his made Lan Mei couldn't help but burst into a smile, and the distance between the two narrowed a lot.

Although the two people's words were not as many as before, always as if there was a barrier, Zhao Desan still found topics to chat with her as much as possible, and interspersed with asking her to take more care of Tong Xiaoli who had just arrived here in the future. Lan Mei agreed to all of Zhao Desan's requests. Finally, she shifted the topic and asked a question she wanted to ask but was always embarrassed to ask, "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, are you still alone now?" Lan Mei looked at him with those deep eyes and asked softly.

Zhao Desan nodded, his expression calm, and said slowly, "Yes, Sister Lan, what about you?" Zhao Desan called her 'Sister' again, trying to bring the relationship between the two closer again. Compared with before, the distance between the two was indeed a bit far.

Lan Mei smiled faintly, wiped the hair at her temples, and said lightly, "I'm still the same."

Zhao Desan gave a 'hehe' laugh, and for a moment didn't know what to say again.

"Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, you are not young anymore, why don't you consider your own affairs?" Lan Mei seemed very interested in Zhao Desan's personal problems and continued along this topic.

This was not the first woman to ask him this question that he was afraid to avoid. Wu Min had also asked Zhao Desan this question, and he also dealt with it with the same answer.

"Dong dong dong..." Just as the distance between the two gradually narrowed, giving Zhao Desan space to show his skills, a knock on the door suddenly rang.