Chapter 3249

"My bracelet." Su Qing hurriedly crouched down to pick it up, but the jade bracelet had already snapped.

Zhao Desan saw Su Qing holding the broken jade bracelet in her hands, looking very distressed. He could tell she was very fond of this bracelet. He crouched down and said, "Sister, wouldn't it be fine to just buy a new one since it's broken?"

Su Qing gave a bitter smile and said, "I really like this bracelet; I definitely won't be able to buy another one just like it."

Zhao Desan said, "Then what should we do? How about we find a way to glue it back together?"

Su Qing picked up the broken pieces of the bracelet and placed them on the coffee table, saying, "Forget it, it's already broken, it's fine." As she said this, she stood up.

Seeing that Su Qing had nothing more to say, Zhao Desan helped her into the bedroom, carefully assisted her onto the bed, and tucked her in. Su Qing turned her head to him and said, "Alright, Desan, Sister is going to have a good sleep this afternoon. You go and busy yourself with your work. If anything comes up, I'll call you; you don't need to worry."

Zhao Desan nodded obediently and said, "Then Sister, I'm leaving."

Su Qing wore a faint smile on her lips and nodded.

With an extremely complicated mood, Zhao Desan walked out of Su Qing's home and drove back to the Construction Institute to preside over the training work. On the way back, thinking about Su Qing's pregnancy, Zhao Desan felt very self-reproachful. Firstly, he blamed himself for only caring about pleasure and not being careful at all when doing that deed; secondly, he felt guilty about the child being aborted, as his conscience was uneasy because Su Qing was not the first woman to have an abortion for him—before this, there was also the young married woman, Bai Ling.

It was already past two in the afternoon when Zhao Desan returned to the Construction Institute. As soon as he entered the temporary office, he saw Tong Xiaoli waiting for him there. Seeing this beauty who was more than just gorgeous, Zhao Desan was overjoyed; he stepped forward, grabbed her in a hug, and excitedly kissed her on the forehead.

Tong Xiaoli was somewhat flustered by Zhao Desan's sudden action. She didn't know whether to be anxious or angry, and had no idea what to say. She just stood there blankly, glaring fiercely at Zhao Desan.

Zhao Desan also realized he had gotten a bit carried away, so he restrained himself and said, "Hehe, sorry, I... I just like you a bit too much. It's like I couldn't wait until tonight." This was something Zhao Desan made up on the spot; he simply treated the truth as a lie.

"Look at that impatient look of yours; you don't look like a leader at all, just a stinky brat who hasn't seen a woman before. You really got a bargain," Tong Xiaoli said with a teasing tone.

Zhao Desan looked at Tong Xiaoli's flushed cheeks and suddenly felt his stomach growling. He immediately changed the subject and asked, "By the way, where is my lunch?"

"Who are you asking about your lunch? Just go outside and eat it yourself," Tong Xiaoli said huffily.

Zhao Desan knew she was intentionally acting coy, so he put on a smiling face and said playfully, "Alright, alright, I'm begging you. I was busy outside at noon and didn't even eat; I'm starving to death. Even if I go buy something outside now, I'm afraid I won't be able to find anything edible after the lunch hour."

Tong Xiaoli turned around, slightly angry, picked up her own lunchbox from the desk, slammed it onto Zhao Desan's hand, and said, "Take your own lunchbox to eat! Don't dirty mine!"

Zhao Desan took the lunchbox Tong Xiaoli handed him, pretended to look at it carefully, and said with a puzzled expression, "Eh, isn't this mine?"

"Nonsense, how could it be yours?" Tong Xiaoli, hearing Zhao Desan say this, hurriedly leaned in to take a closer look.

Zhao Desan pointed to the label on the lunchbox and said, "My lunchbox has this label on it."

"Get lost, we bought them together; they're the same, both have this trademark. Who are you trying to fool?" Tong Xiaoli knew she had been played by Zhao Desan again and scolded him crossly.

But she didn't expect that just as she leaned her cheek forward to look at the lunchbox, Zhao Desan took the opportunity to kiss her cheek quickly and gently, then laughed out loud, feeling triumphant.

Truly, hard work pays off. Zhao Desan finally waited for this moment. Because Zhao Desan had finally buried the hatchet with Tong Xiaoli, he was in an incredibly good mood. Not long after getting off work, he happily trotted over to Tong Xiaoli's place at the Construction Institute.

Before Zhao Desan even entered the door, he could smell the fragrance of food. He knew this was prepared by Tong Xiaoli specifically for him, so he puffed out his chest and knocked on the dormitory door: *dang, dang, dang*.

"Come in, why are you still pretending to be proper?" Tong Xiaoli inside said to Zhao Desan outside without any courtesy.

Zhao Desan pushed the door open with a grin, looked inside with a silly smile, then wrinkled his nose to sniff, and said with a smile, "So fragrant."

"You only know how to sweet-talk. Why don't you come in quickly? Are you waiting for Liu Yue to see you?" Tong Xiaoli rolled her eyes at Zhao Desan and said with feigned anger.

Zhao Desan hurriedly slipped inside, closed the door, and turned to look carefully. Today, Tong Xiaoli was also dressed with exceptional allure. On that oval face, her curved, thin eyebrows seemed to have just been groomed; her small mouth was painted with light lipstick, and her permed hair draped over her exposed shoulders. Her upper body wore a sleeveless top that revealed her shoulders, and her full breasts propped up an eye-catching silhouette, with a fine cleavage faintly visible in the middle. On her lower body was a black knee-length skirt, and her long, slender, straight legs were clad in a pair of black silk stockings. A pair of high heels wrapped her small feet perfectly. From Zhao Desan's angle, this girl was simply too alluring and too sexy. Looking at those full, bursting-to-come-out breasts, Zhao Desan had the urge to go up and take a bite.

Whether at the District Construction Committee or now at the Provincial Construction Committee, Tong Xiaoli was usually dressed in professional attire, and looking at her, he didn't feel much. But at this moment, she seemed to be radiating a kind of magic, having deeply attracted all of Zhao Desan's attention to those full parts. This scene and situation made a thought of wanting to rekindle old feelings flash through Zhao Desan's mind. Then, his lust erupted like beer from an opened bottle, his lower body immediately became robust, and the cells in his whole body seemed to be undergoing fission. He hurriedly withdrew his gaze and walked straight toward the bed.

Zhao Desan's intention was very obvious; he wanted to use this action to cover up his ugly state. But Tong Xiaoli seemed to have discovered something and deliberately blocked him, saying, "You just came over with a mouth; don't you know how to come over and help?"

Being told this by Tong Xiaoli, Zhao Desan hesitated for a moment, but still endured the lust about to erupt, leaned close to Tong Xiaoli, and said playfully, "You called me over to eat, and you still want me to do the work myself?"

"Damn, could it be that you came over empty-handed with only a mouth? Letting a girl do the cooking here while you just watch?" Tong Xiaoli's words were sharp, and she rolled her eyes at him.

Zhao Desan understood in his heart that the less a woman cares about her image in front of a man, and the more she dares to say anything, the more it means she doesn't care about the distance between the two. For the happiness tonight, and for the enjoyment in the future, endure it! Zhao Desan secretly made up his mind and followed up with a laugh, "Alright, I'll show you a trick or two." As he said this, he slightly hunched his waist and stepped forward, striking a pose to help.

"Oh my, looking at your posture, it's three-tenths like the real thing. Forget it, you." Tong Xiaoli said, mocking him while busy with her work.

"You don't believe me? Then this young man will show you a trick today. I'm a child from a hard-working family; I learned to cook since I was small. Making a few simple dishes isn't hard for me." Zhao Desan's words were half-true and half-false; the first half was false, and the last half was true. Indeed, cooking wasn't a difficult task for him, and he had already shown it off in front of more than one woman. Such a situation was already well-practiced for him.

1769. Chapter 1752: No Need for You Anymore

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