Chapter 332

"I'm not talking about this." Director Zhang glared at him and put on the airs of a leader, "I'm talking about what happened at Boss Gao's coal mine. Don't tell anyone in the bureau. If this matter leaks out, I will be the first to hold you accountable!"

"I know, I know." Zhao Desan replied respectfully.

"Alright, go."

When Zhao Desan turned around and left, he scanned her with the corner of his eye, squeezed out a strange cold smile from the corners of his mouth, and turned to walk toward the Coal Bureau.

Just as he turned into the gate, Zhao Desan didn't notice the beautiful young woman Bai Ling who was sweeping the floor. Once upon a time, this charming young woman with excellent appearance and figure, who occupied an important position in his heart, had already been conquered by him with a man's majesty. But because Bai Ling had had a pregnancy experience, Bai Ling also raised her vigilance against this boy who was several years younger than her, and he also felt very indebted to her because he had made her have an abortion, so his thoughts about her had decreased a lot.

As soon as he stepped into the gate, Bai Ling was holding a broom and sweeping the courtyard. The dusty dust rushed toward his face, making him wave his hands and cough repeatedly.

Bai Ling was just lowering her head to sweep the floor and didn't see anyone coming; she only knew she had swept onto someone when she heard the sound. After all, she was just a cleaner found by the logistics department of the Coal Bureau, with no status or position, and was subservient to everyone in the bureau. Before she could see clearly who the person she "attacked" was, she hurriedly dropped the broom and stepped forward to say: "Sorry, sorry... are you okay?"

Zhao Desan was given a "cold shoulder" as soon as he entered the bureau gate, and he was hit in the face with dust. For a moment, he forgot that the person sweeping the floor was the beautiful, charming, and stunning young woman Bai Ling who had once made him obsessed day and night. In his anxiety, he scolded angrily: "What are you doing! Are you blind!"

Bai Ling had already seen clearly that it was Zhao Desan. Her hand, which was in mid-air, slowly dropped again. She stared at him blankly for a moment, lowered her head, and said subserviently: "Sorry... sorry, I didn't mean it."

Zhao Desan heard the voice was quite familiar, and his brain suddenly turned. That's right, he rubbed his eyes, opened them to look, and it was indeed the young woman Bai Ling he was thinking of in his brain.

Thinking of the fierce attitude he had just had toward Bai Ling, he felt a bit ashamed for a moment and felt very sorry, so he looked at her with a smile again, like a child who had done something wrong, looked at her mischievously, and said: "Bai Bai Bai Jie, I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you."

Seeing him look so mischievous and funny like a child, a shallow, charming smile appeared on Bai Ling's humble face. Her two eyes were as bright as agate, making Zhao Desan feel a bit moved. He hadn't done that with Bai Bai Bai Jie for many days. Although she wasn't as crazy and stimulating as Director Zhang, a woman who was shy and pushed away was even more liked by men. That feeling of being hidden and revealed was full of mystery and was the most wonderful.

"Are... are you okay?" Bai Ling asked with concern, her eyes bright and her teeth white, charming and moving.

Zhao Desan was tall and big, and his gaze habitually fell on Bai Ling's chest. It was August, and the clothes were thin. Bai Ling was only wearing a coffee-colored short-sleeved shirt. Although it wasn't a fashionable outfit, the color wasn't outdated, especially when worn on her, set off by her fair, flawless skin, charming and beautiful appearance, and hot figure, it was quite tasteful.

Under the loose short sleeves, two full and elastic beautiful breasts rose high, supporting the short sleeves into two high mountain peaks. The skin under her neck was truly fair and flawless, crystal clear, almost breakable. Along that skin downward, a deep cleavage and one-third of the snow-white breasts that could be seen gradually appeared.

This charming and beautiful scenery made Zhao Desan's gaze fall on it and refuse to move. He licked his lips and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Although he clearly knew what the two high-rising snow-white breasts under the coffee-colored short sleeves looked like and felt like, that thing always exuded a mysterious color under the cover of clothes, tempting him to explore the mystery of the two high-rising breasts under the clothes.

Bai Ling hadn't been stared at by Zhao Desan with such hot and lecherous eyes for a long time, and she hadn't had a sexual relationship with him for a month or two. As a mature young woman who was sexually normal and had normal physiological needs, the loneliness and anxiety of not having a man use that thing in his crotch to poke the flower petal hole between her legs for a month or two was imaginable.

At this time, Bai Ling looked a bit shy like a girl in spring, her complexion even slightly flushed, and her eyes exuded a shallow, charming, and seductive light. She lowered her head slightly, secretly looking at the man in front of her who had made her feel that being a woman was so happy. She really wanted to be pressed under him, let him explore the mysteries of humanity with that long gun in her honey-filled beautiful cave, push her to the peak of pleasure, and let her be a real, complete woman again.

"Are... are you still not going to work?" Bai Ling's breath was a bit unnatural, and she looked shy when she spoke. Her almond eyes seemed to be avoiding Zhao Desan's gaze, but she still secretly looked at him. In her shyness, she shallowly showed a bit of sexiness, making Zhao Desan feel as if he had drunk a bit of white wine, and when the wine strength broke out, he was a bit intoxicated by the mature and charming style exuded from her. He was deaf for a moment, didn't say a word, and stared straight at her.

With the sound of high heels stepping on the ground coming from behind him, suddenly the charming Bai Ling seemed like a frightened bird. That shy expression immediately became a bit panicked, and she hurriedly lowered her head while holding the broom, pretending to do her own job.

Zhao Desan was startled back to his senses by her actions. He looked back and saw that it was Director Zhang who had walked into the bureau gate. So, feeling a bit uneasy, he smiled at her slightly, deliberately pretending that he had just met her in the morning, and greeted her respectfully: "Director Zhang, good morning."

Zhang Zhang Ailing's moth-like eyebrows raised slightly. She froze for less than a second, immediately understood, and then smiled understandingly and nodded: "Xiao Zhao, good morning to you too. Why aren't you going in?"

"Going upstairs now, heh." Zhao Desan smiled naturally, followed Zhang Zhang Ailing toward the office building, and incidentally scanned Bai Ling, who was also secretly looking at him with the corner of his eye, with a smile that only he understood on the corners of his mouth.

Bai Ling was sweeping the fallen leaves and garbage on the ground, looking a bit absent-minded. Bai Ling was sweeping the courtyard slowly, and a force that could not be controlled was surging in her two charming, moon-like big eyes on her beautiful face. While sweeping the floor, she was silently calculating how long it had been since she and Zhao Desan had done that. After thinking carefully, it had been at least two months. Thinking of not having done that for such a long time, for a young woman with normal physiological needs, it was truly a torment. If she didn't deliberately think about it, it would be fine, and the feeling wouldn't be so strong. For a mature young woman like her whose husband had lost his sexual function, the most fatal thing was to be afraid of a man she didn't hate coming to seduce her, not to mention a man like Zhao Desan who was handsome, tall, and in his prime. His ghostly smile at her made her feel a bit unable to handle it. The more she thought about it, the stronger the feeling of wanting to do that became. How should she put it? It was as if in this hot weather in August, she was originally very thirsty, but a cup of cold water was suddenly placed in front of her. Who wouldn't want to drink a mouthful to quench their thirst!