Chapter 389

"Does it feel good?" he asked.

"Mm," Zhao Xue nodded, panting continuously. Her oval face looked flushed, and her hazy eyes seemed to be intoxicated in a dream of life and death.

Zhao Desan looked at the pool of blood under her buttocks, blooming as brightly as a rose, and felt extremely satisfied in his heart. He was in no hurry to clean up the battlefield but instead lay exhausted side-by-side with her. He leaned over and kissed her on her smooth, broad forehead, smiled at her with satisfaction, and said, "Xiaoxue, did I hurt you just now?"

"It hurt a little at the beginning, but later..." Zhao Xue felt very shy and didn't have the heart to say the second half of the sentence, just smiling faintly at him with a red face.

Without her having to say it, Zhao Desan knew what the rest of the sentence was, so he asked with a wicked smile, "Did it feel good later?"

"You're so bad," Zhao Xue punched his chest a few times and buried her head in his arms, savoring the comfortable feeling from just now. It seemed that a tingling sensation was still coming from the flower's core, and she couldn't help but clamp her legs together.

Zhao Desan wrapped his arms around her, draped one leg over her lower abdomen, and his still-stiff big guy pressed against her lower abdomen and rubbed gently, making her feel as if she had been electrocuted. It was itchy, and she couldn't help but become moist between her legs again. Extremely shy, she said faintly, "Do... do you still want to?"

"Let's rest for a while and then go again, okay?" Zhao Desan said, kissing her on the eyelid and teasing her fully developed breasts with his hand.

At this moment, a phone rang. Zhao Desan picked up his phone and saw "Director Zhang" displayed on the screen. He shushed Zhao Xue, answered the phone, and said with a smile, "Director Zhang, hello."

"Xiao Zhao, why aren't you in the hospital?" Director Zhang's tone was reproachful, almost questioning, "I even came to the hospital to see you tonight."

"You... you were at the hospital?" Zhao Desan asked stammeringly.

"No, I've already gone home. Where are you?" Director Zhang asked coldly, as if she were angry. This made Zhao Desan lose his footing for a moment, and he laughed obsequiously, "Director Zhang, I've come home... The injury on my head is nothing serious, thank you for your concern."

"Why didn't you say anything when you went home? Is your injury healed? If it's healed, come to the bureau to work tomorrow. Vice Mayor Yu is coming to the bureau tomorrow to hold a meeting."

"Okay, okay, I'll go to the bureau to work tomorrow," Zhao Desan replied submissively. As soon as he finished speaking, Director Zhang hung up the phone with a snap.

He called out to the phone twice, then smiled helplessly at Zhao Xue and said, "Our director, she's annoyed that I left the hospital without saying anything."

"You're going to work tomorrow? The stitches on your head haven't been removed yet," Zhao Xue said with concern.

"It doesn't matter, I'll go remove the stitches in a couple of days," Zhao Desan said.

Then came another phone call. This time it was from Ma Lan. Seeing the name on the phone screen, Zhao Desan felt a bit of a headache. His phone's speaker was quite loud, and Ma Lan always liked to call him "baby" on the phone, which Zhao Xue, who was by his side, must not hear.

"Why aren't you answering the phone?" Zhao Xue's eyes were already suspicious, staring straight at him.

However, Zhao Desan was, after all, a man who could navigate freely among women. Such a situation allowed him to consider for a moment, and he immediately had a coping method. While preparing to press the green answer button, he got up and said, "I have to pee so badly." As he spoke, he took his phone, got out of bed, and walked toward the bathroom while answering the call.

As soon as the call was connected, Ma Lan asked him with a gentle smile, "Baby, what are you doing?"

"Nothing much, Sister Lan, what about you?" Zhao Desan said while closing the bathroom door and turning on the shower head, using the sound of rushing water to cover his voice.

"Sister is thinking of you. You said you wanted to avenge sister, and that bastard Gao Husheng was indeed caught," Ma Lan said happily, "I really didn't expect that bastard to have a day like this!"

"Hehe, since I said I would avenge Sister Lan, I would definitely do it. I didn't lie to you, did I, Sister Lan?" Zhao Desan said proudly.

"Baby, sister wants to see you and thank you properly in person."

"The city might hold a meeting to discuss Gao Husheng's mine soon. I'm a bit busy. I'll contact you as soon as I have time, okay?"

"I've heard about that mine. You said you'd let sister participate in the acquisition, but you don't know that there is another person who is also very likely to participate."

"Sister Lan, are you talking about that Lin Dafa?" Zhao Desan asked. In Yuyang City, he was the big brother in coal industry operations. Now that Gao Husheng had an accident, the only ones with the real ability to compete were Ma Lan and him. And he was the father of Lin Jianyang, who had taken Ma Lan's virginity and kicked her aside. This was Ma Lan's true enemy.

"Mm," Ma Lan thought of the humiliation she had suffered many years ago, and the seeds of hatred were ignited in her heart once again.

"Vice Mayor Yu of the Municipal Party Committee is going to hold a special meeting tomorrow regarding the acquisition. I'll give you the news when the time comes. Sister Lan, don't worry, I will definitely do my best to help you with this matter."

Over the past year or so, Zhao Desan's experience at the Coal Bureau could be described as rich. He had experienced ups and downs, not only getting close to a direct superior like Director Zhang but also meeting a benefactor like Yu Yinliang. His popularity in the Coal Bureau was growing, and he could be considered to have achieved a little success shortly after entering the officialdom. For a time, he became a bit carried away, thinking that mixing in officialdom was nothing more than this, and he made big promises to Ma Lan.

He stayed at the hotel with Zhao Xue that night and did it twice more, each time making Zhao Xue, who had just tasted the affairs of men and women, feel like she was in heaven. Early the next morning, while Zhao Xue was still sleeping naked in his arms, Zhao Desan climbed up carefully, covered her with the quilt, dressed neatly, opened the door on tiptoe, and went straight to the bureau.

Having not come to work for a few days, he returned this time with a bandage on his head. Everyone had heard that he had been beaten by hired thugs for Gao Husheng because of the restructuring. Not only did no one mock him, but it also drew unanimous praise from everyone.

The temporary cleaner, Bai Ling, had also heard from others in private that he had been injured. At first, she didn't believe it, but when she met him in the bureau courtyard in the morning and saw it with her own eyes, she realized he was injured. She felt quite sad in her heart. When she saw the gauze bandaged on Zhao Desan's head, crystal tears flashed in her autumn-water-like eyes. However, with everyone watching in the bureau, she was afraid of gossip and didn't dare to take the initiative to chat with him in public.

Having not seen Bai Ling, this beautiful young woman with peerless looks, for a few days, seeing her this time made Zhao Desan's eyes light up. Why? Because her attire today was different from the past; it could be said to be unique. Because she was wearing a dark green cheongsam with bright peony patterns, the silk texture and noble color, worn on such a beautiful and moving young woman, wrapped tightly around her plump breasts and high, perky, plump buttocks, making her alluring figure appear even more curvaceous. She wore the beauty that the designer had bestowed upon the cheongsam with the flavor it should have, which was simply breathtaking. The whole person appeared dignified and elegant, without losing the unique charm of a young woman. In her nobility, she revealed a hint of charm; she was truly more beautiful than peach blossoms and extremely fascinating.

He couldn't help but take a few more looks, which was seen by Li Shanshan, who was dumping trash on the third floor. She stomped her feet, leaned on the railing, and shouted at him angrily, "Zhao Desan, what are you doing!"

This sudden voice pulled Zhao Desan's thoughts back from Bai Ling's alluring figure. He gave her a straight, smiling look, then looked up at Li Shanshan, turned around, and walked quickly into the office building.

As soon as he reached the second floor, Li Shanshan came down quickly with a "deng deng deng," pouted, and said a bit angrily, "Have you seen enough!"

"What?" Zhao Desan looked at her, feigning ignorance.

"Bai Ling!" Li Shanshan squinted at Bai Ling, who was sweeping the courtyard, "You didn't even blink when you were looking just now! Is she that good-looking!"