Chapter 4484

Before Zhao Desan could continue, Han Hongmei glared at him with her almond eyes under her willow-leaf brows and said unhappily: "You don't like tidying up the room, and you have so many excuses!"

Zhao Desan chuckled, not knowing how to refute Han Hongmei's words.

Han Hongmei had clearly just come from home at this time, because she was not wearing a work uniform. Her face was lightly made up, her long, supple hair was coiled behind her head, and her lips were painted with dark red lip gloss, flashing with star-like crystal luster under the light. She was wearing a light blue silk shirt on her upper body. The black bra inside the shirt appeared exceptionally clear under the light, and the snow-white, deep cleavage flashed with moving halos under the light, making people drool just looking at it, wishing they could bury their heads in that ravine to properly appreciate the mysterious scenery. She was wearing a small white leather skirt on her lower body, with a small leather belt adorning her waist, making her small waist appear soft and boneless. The tight small leather skirt wrapped around her perky, round, beautiful buttocks, presenting an extremely perfect, exquisite curve. Her long, straight legs were wrapped in black silk stockings, extending into the small leather skirt, all the way to the depths of the small leather skirt. Zhao Desan's thoughts couldn't help but follow the black silk stockings all the way into the crotch of Han Hongmei's legs. On her feet, she wore a pair of silver-gray high heels inlaid with a purple crystal. The purple crystal flashed with a mesmerizing, dazzling light under the light, making people completely intoxicated by its temptation.

Zhao Desan looked at Han Hongmei, who was dressed so sexily in front of him, and felt his throat inexplicably dry, swallowing saliva into his stomach uncontrollably. Although Han Hongmei was over forty, her figure and skin were well-maintained. In such a bewitching outfit, she looked like a young wife in her early thirties. Moreover, her outfit didn't look like that of a section-level cadre like a Town Committee Secretary at all, but rather like a call girl in a nightclub. Seeing her dressed like this and coming to find him alone, Zhao Desan couldn't help but have some thoughts that excited him. He thought, could it be that Han Hongmei came to find him tonight to continue the previous relationship in the bathroom that night? If she really threw herself at him, should he refuse, or should he display his powerful combat strength to her?

Seeing Zhao Desan looking at her in a daze, Han Hongmei looked at him bewitchingly and asked: "Are you going to let me stand like this the whole time?"

Hearing Han Hongmei's words, Zhao Desan's heart fluctuated. Just now, he was immersed in his wild thoughts about Han Hongmei. Being suddenly asked this by her, he smiled a bit embarrassedly. He instinctively looked around the room and found that there was only one chair for her to sit on, but he had just put a pair of smelly, dirty shoes on it. Zhao Desan looked around but couldn't find a place for Han Hongmei to sit, so he could only throw the smelly, dirty shoes outside the room. However, he didn't know if Han Hongmei would still be willing to sit on this chair.

After Zhao Desan took away the dirty shoes, he scratched his head and said with an embarrassed smile: "Secretary Han, sit here."

Han Hongmei looked at Zhao Desan bewitchingly and said softly: "You..."

Before Han Hongmei could finish her words, Zhao Desan suddenly discovered a 'good place' inadvertently. He hurriedly moved the thin quilt on the bed aside, pointed to the double bed, and said with a smile: "Secretary Han, you'd better sit here, it's softer."

Seeing Zhao Desan asking her to sit on the bed, Han Hongmei raised her head and looked at Zhao Desan, whose expression was a bit comical. She didn't expect him to invite her to sit on the bed. She thought, this kid really has a lot of tricks up his sleeve!

Seeing Han Hongmei's questioning look, Zhao Desan felt a bit helpless in his heart. He thought, where was he being malicious? It was entirely because the room's conditions were simple, and he was forced to do this. Although Han Hongmei looked at Zhao Desan with a suspicious look, she still walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Zhao Desan with a smile.

Zhao Desan was watched by Han Hongmei's somewhat bewitching and scorching gaze, as if all the dirty thoughts in the bottom of his heart were about to be seen through by her. He couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, pretending to be nonchalant, and asked her: "I don't know what Secretary Han has come here for so late?"

Hearing Zhao Desan's words and seeing his somewhat awkward demeanor, Han Hongmei smiled gently and said: "Didn't I say it already? You are a leader from above, coming down to supervise the work of our Town Committee and Town Government. I came to see your living conditions. I can't let you feel that our Town Committee and Town Government don't pay enough attention and care."

Although Han Hongmei's words were reasonable, Zhao Desan didn't quite believe her. He thought, even if it was attention and care, it wouldn't be her coming alone late at night. Thinking this in his heart, Zhao Desan said with a smile: "Then thank you for your concern, Secretary Han."

"Hehe..." Han Hongmei smiled softly.

"Hehe..." Zhao Desan maintained his consistent cheeky attitude.

One man and one woman, one old and one young, the two of them said witty remarks, each with their own thoughts. The atmosphere in the room was somewhat quiet and somewhat ambiguous, making people afraid to even breathe, as if afraid of destroying such a beautiful atmosphere.

Finally, Han Hongmei's dry cough broke the calm atmosphere. A bewitching smile hung on her still-charming face. She looked straight at Zhao Desan and said gently: "District Mayor Zhao, do you have something you want to ask me?"

Hearing Han Hongmei's words, Zhao Desan instinctively felt startled, then said cheekily: "Didn't I say it? Outside of work, you can just call me Comrade Xiao Zhao, don't be so formal."

Seeing Zhao Desan's attitude of not minding at all, Han Hongmei changed her form of address and said again: "Then Comrade Xiao Zhao, do you have something you've always wanted to say to me?"

Being asked this by Han Hongmei, Zhao Desan felt startled in his heart. He thought, could it be that the rumors between the two of them made her come to find him? Thus, Zhao Desan cleared his throat, stood in front of Han Hongmei, and said softly: "Secretary Han, is the matter from that night really spreading in the town..."

Before Zhao Desan could finish his words, Han Hongmei looked at him bewitchingly and said: "I knew you were thinking about this matter."

Zhao Desan nodded slightly, thinking, so she really came for this matter.

"Why are you standing? Sit down." Han Hongmei looked at Zhao Desan with tenderness and affection, patted the spot beside her, and signaled for Zhao Desan to sit down.

Seeing Han Hongmei's gentle gaze and the smile with a hint of deep affection, Zhao Desan felt a bit confused for a moment. Seeing Zhao Desan's hesitant look, Han Hongmei said with a smile: "Sit down, your voice is a bit small standing like this, do you want others to hear?"

Being told this by Han Hongmei, Zhao Desan immediately thought of the other woman from the Town Government, Zhang Yuanyuan, who was also staying next door. Thus, Zhao Desan sat down beside Han Hongmei. Immediately, he smelled a faint, quiet fragrance emanating from her body, rushing straight to his nose, refreshing his heart. His nose couldn't help but sniff, and he used the corner of his eye to glance at the female Town Committee Secretary beside him. His gaze was involuntarily attracted to that deep and tempting cleavage.

This series of sneaky actions by Zhao Desan was completely taken in by Han Hongmei. Seeing Zhao Desan's malicious look, a smile that was hard to detect appeared on the corner of her mouth, as if she had no anger at all toward Zhao Desan's sneaky and malicious actions...

Zhao Desan felt as if he were completely enveloped in a particularly tempting fragrance, giving him an indescribable impulse. Looking at this mature woman with lingering charm beside him with the corner of his eye, he couldn't stop swallowing saliva. With beauty before him, he couldn't help but have a man's instinctive reaction.

Suddenly, Han Hongmei gave a surprised cry of "Ouch!" and her two jade hands began to rub her shoulders gently.

Seeing this, Zhao Desan looked at Han Hongmei, confused, and asked: "Secretary Han, what's wrong with you?"