Chapter 397

When changing from the "old man pushing the cart" position to the "Guanyin sitting on the lotus" position, Zhao Desan suddenly felt his eyes stung by something bright. Turning his head to look, it turned out that the blinds in Ma Lan's office were not completely closed, so he said with some concerns, "Sister Lan, we only care about enjoying ourselves, and the windows are not closed well."

"Don't worry about it, there's no one else in the company after work. Hurry up and do it to sister, sister is so itchy below, hurry up... uh..."

Ma Lan moaned without any worry while rocking up and down on his waist, engaging in the act of overturning clouds and rain. Every time she did this with Zhao Desan, she had a feeling of water and milk blending. She twisted her eighteen-inch waist forgetfully, and her body was as soft as a wave, swaying in an S-shape. Although Zhao Desan felt that his eyes would be stung by the bright light from time to time while lying on the sofa, since Sister Lan said there was no one in the company, he was not afraid of being peeked at from outside the blinds, so he held her soft, hot, slender waist and thrust his waist upward with force.

After lingering in Ma Lan's office for a while and hugging each other naked for a long time, until her daughter Ma Ting called to tell her to hurry home to cook, she reluctantly let go of Zhao Desan and said, "Desan, if you don't mind, go to my house for dinner tonight?"

Ever since the relationship with her became stiff because of Ma Ting last time, he hadn't seen Ma Ting. He had almost forgotten this little girl who hadn't even grown hair in her private parts. After Ma Lan said this, he couldn't help but think of that willful little girl again. She should be eighteen this year, an adult. He suddenly felt like seeing her.

"I'm afraid... afraid it's not good," Zhao Desan said stammeringly.

"Things have passed, don't think about it anymore. Besides, if it weren't for you, Gao Husheng would still be at large," Ma Lan smiled lightly.

Zhao Desan's concerns were dispelled, so he got into her Audi and went home with her.

Arriving in the courtyard of Ma Lan's house and getting off the car, Zhao Desan felt a bit embarrassed again. Following Ma Lan into the living room, Ma Ting was sitting on the sofa watching TV, with her back to them, and said without looking back, "Mom, I want to eat hot pot."

"Tingting, why don't you ask people?" Ma Lan reminded her that someone had come. Tingting then turned her head reluctantly. When she saw it was Zhao Desan, a bright smile immediately bloomed on her young face. She couldn't wait to get up and run over to hug Zhao Desan, saying excitedly, "Brother Desan, you're here! I haven't seen you for a long time, I missed you so much," as if nothing had happened before.

Zhao Desan was hugged like this and was at a loss for a moment. His expression was a bit stiff, and he looked at Ma Lan awkwardly. She also didn't expect Tingting to be so enthusiastic about him, but this was also good. At least when the three of them were together again, the situation wouldn't be so stiff, so she smiled as if nothing had happened and said, "Tingting, go pour some water for your brother Desan."

"Oh," Tingting agreed, then reluctantly let go of him, gave him a sweet smile, and turned to pour him water.

"Long time no see, Tingting is much more sensible," Zhao Desan said to Ma Lan.

"Sit down," Ma Lan said, coming to the sofa with him and sitting down. Tingting brought two glasses of water and walked over. Zhao Desan couldn't help but secretly examine her. Only then did he realize in surprise that he hadn't seen this girl for more than half a year. Not only had she grown taller, but her appearance had also matured, and the changes in her figure were not small. She didn't look as weak as when he first met her, especially her breasts, which hadn't fully developed before, were now swollen, supporting the cartoon-patterned T-shirt she was wearing.

Bringing the water to them, Tingting sat down next to Zhao Desan, squinting her beautiful phoenix eyes and looking at him with a smile. The unique youthful breath of a young girl radiated into his nostrils, making him feel a bit uneasy, his heart beating like a deer, thumping. He hadn't felt such excitement for a long time.

"Tingting is in her third year of high school this year, right?" To break the awkward scene, Zhao Desan smiled lightly and took the initiative to speak.

"Mm, third year of high school, don't have to go to school next year," Tingting answered excitedly.

Ma Lan took a sip of water and smiled lightly, "She doesn't like reading. After graduating from high school next year, I plan to let her come to the company to help me."

"That's fine," Zhao Desan took a sip of water to cover up his inner anxiety.

"Brother Desan, what have you been busy with for the past half year? I haven't seen you for more than half a year, you seem to have become more handsome."

"Busy with work, no time, hehe," Zhao Desan answered unnaturally, feeling that Tingting sitting beside him was intentionally rubbing against him with her body, while Ma Lan was sitting on his other side, which made him feel quite unnatural, and he didn't dare to show anything wrong. He had never been so cautious before.

Ma Lan probably saw that Zhao Desan was a bit uncomfortable, so she asked her daughter, "Tingting, didn't you say you wanted to eat hot pot? Why don't we go eat hot pot with your brother Desan?"

Tingting was so happy that she danced with joy, "Okay, okay, go with my brother Desan."