Chapter 4417

The door creaked open, and a familiar figure came into Zhao Desan's view. Seeing Han Hongmei walk in with a beaming smile, Zhao Desan greeted her politely: "Secretary Han, please, have a seat."

Zhao Desan noticed a peach-blossom flush on Han Hongmei's pretty face, the rosy glow on her skin not yet faded, and thought to himself that she must have just finished having a romp with that strange man.

Han Hongmei glanced around the office and said to Zhao Desan with an apologetic look: "District Mayor Zhao, the conditions in our town government are too simple; this is the only office we could clear out for you. I hope you won't misunderstand."

Hearing Han Hongmei's gentle voice, Zhao Desan smiled and said: "Not at all, not at all. I think the environment here is quite good."

Seeing Zhao Desan's humble expression, Han Hongmei felt her concerns dissipate. She smiled and said: "District Mayor Zhao has no airs at all. Working with you, I feel at ease."

"In the town government, Secretary Han, you are the one with the highest rank," Zhao Desan said with a chuckle.

Han Hongmei smiled and said: "How could I be higher than you, District Mayor Zhao? You have come down to supervise our work, and our town government will certainly cooperate fully." As she spoke, Han Hongmei let out a long yawn and began to knead her shoulder with her right hand.

Seeing this, Zhao Desan asked with concern: "Secretary Han, are you not feeling well?"

Han Hongmei sighed and said: "I don't know what's wrong these past few days; my shoulders always feel sore."

Hearing Han Hongmei's words, Zhao Desan thought to himself that it was surely because she spent too much time "lying" in bed. However, the smooth and slick Zhao Desan, recalling his experience with Sister Wu, had a flash of inspiration. He walked over to Han Hongmei's side and said with a smile: "Secretary Han, I have actually learned some massage and acupressure techniques. If you don't mind, I could try to give you a massage."

"Really?" Upon hearing Zhao Desan's words, Han Hongmei widened her bright, dark eyes in extreme surprise. "For District Mayor Zhao to give me a massage, I am truly flattered!"

Seeing that Han Hongmei had agreed to his idea, Zhao Desan placed both hands on her shoulders and began to massage them gently.

Han Hongmei closed her eyes, enjoying Zhao Desan's skillful massage techniques on her shoulders. A sense of comfort spread from her shoulders throughout her entire body, making her exclaim: "District Mayor Zhao, I never expected you to know how to massage. Your technique is really quite good!"

"Hehe, as long as it feels comfortable," Zhao Desan said with a smile. His large hands kneaded her fragrant shoulders skillfully, with just the right amount of pressure, leaving Han Hongmei with a look of blooming passion. The tingling sensation throughout her body made her unable to stop soft whispers from escaping her red lips.

Gradually, Han Hongmei closed her eyes, her face wearing a look of pleasure and relaxation. She let her body go, thoroughly enjoying the endless pleasure brought by the nimble fingers of her superior, and said comfortably: "District Mayor Zhao, the town has decided to hold a welcome banquet for you tonight."

Hearing this, Zhao Desan smiled and said: "Secretary Han, I think that might be too much trouble."

Han Hongmei, eyes still closed, said gently: "This is an old rule of our Shenlong Town government. When leaders from above come down to supervise work, our town must hold a welcome banquet for them."

As she spoke, Han Hongmei slowly opened her intoxicated eyes, turned her head to look charmingly at the hard-working Zhao Desan, and noticed the crystal-clear beads of sweat on his temples. She smiled and said: "District Mayor Zhao, do you think Shenlong Town is very poor, and so you are afraid that our town government will be extravagant and wasteful..."

Zhao Desan hurriedly smiled and said: "Secretary Han, look at what you're saying. That is not what I meant."

Han Hongmei smiled and said: "Even if we are poor, we still have to treat our leaders to a meal."

After enjoying Zhao Desan's massage for a while, Han Hongmei felt much more comfortable. After all, Zhao Desan was a leader from above, and she couldn't let him massage her forever. She stood up and said with a smile: "District Mayor Zhao, I have already arranged the meal. You must attend tonight."

(Chapter 2392: The Situation of Yin Dominating and Yang Declining)!