Chapter 4427

Zhao Desan nodded with a smile and said: "Yes, you can just call me Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao. Of course, when there are people, you should still call me District Mayor Zhao."

Zhang Yuanyuan smiled understandingly and said: "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, I usually work in the town government during the day. If you have any needs in life, you can come to me at night." This seemingly plain sentence stirred up ripples in Zhao Desan's heart. Looking at Zhang Yuanyuan, who was full of smiles, Zhao Desan couldn't help but think, is she throwing an olive branch of temptation to him?

Thinking this way, Zhao Desan looked at Zhang Yuanyuan with a smile and said: "Sister Zhang, I know. If I have any needs, I will definitely come to you at night." When Zhao Desan said the word 'night', he deliberately emphasized his tone.

Hearing Zhao Desan's words, Zhang Yuanyuan laughed, looked at him with a pair of beautiful eyes, touched his chest, and said gently: "Shenlong Town is in the mountains, and the temperature difference between day and night is relatively large. You are a leader, so you must take good care of your body."

Zhao Desan looked at the woman's charming appearance and said with a smile: "Thank you for your concern, Sister Zhang, I will definitely pay attention to my body."

"That's good, then I won't disturb your rest. If there is really anything, don't hold it in your heart. Just speak up. As long as I can help, Sister Zhang will definitely help you." Zhang Yuanyuan stood up with a smile, gave Zhao Desan a wink, and walked out of the room with her big buttocks twisting.

Zhao Desan drank too much alcohol last night, and his spirit had not fully recovered. He lay on the bed, took off his clothes, and under the light, looked at the faint pink luster on his treasure, recalling Zhang Junliang's wife Xiuqin, thinking that she also used pink lip gloss. Could it be that this was the mark she left last night?

Zhao Desan didn't expect that he would have such a harvest this time when he came to Shenlong Town! Thinking about it, he fell asleep.

"Beep... beep... beep..." In a daze, Zhao Desan was awakened by the vibration of his mobile phone accompanied by beautiful, faint music. He closed his eyes, turned over, touched his mobile phone from the bedside table, and was too lazy to even take a look. He fumbled to connect the call and said 'hello' lazily.

"Sleeping?" Hearing Zhao Desan's lazy voice, the other party guessed and asked.