Chapter 505

He smiled "hehe" at Su Qing on the video call: "Sister Su, with your word, I can rest easy."

With Su Qing as his backer, he was full of information about his future and destiny, as if he could already see his brilliant future. Chatting with her across the internet cable in front of two computers for more than half the night, Su Qing was perhaps a bit tired after releasing herself once, and as they chatted, she began to yawn, looking a bit sleepy.

How to gain a woman's trust and favor—Zhao Desan, who had read countless women, knew this like the back of his hand. He knew he had to start from the details, so he said caringly: "Sister Su, I see you're sleepy, and you have to work tomorrow. Sister Su, you should go to sleep early. I'll contact you again when I'm free."

Su Qing covered her mouth and yawned, smiled tiredly, and said: "Alright then, Xiao Zhao, Sister won't chat with you much more. It's getting late, you should rest early too. Sister is hanging up." As she said this, she pursed her thin, rosy lips at the video and blew a kiss. He also blew a kiss to Su Qing, and then the video chat window closed.

Closing the computer, he went to bed satisfied.

He spent a week in peace and quiet. The bureau had a New Year's holiday. Taking advantage of the seven-day break, he turned off his phone and slept soundly at home for several days, properly recuperating his body, which had been exhausted these past few days.

On New Year's Eve, he specifically went to the prison to visit his father and told him how well he was doing in the Coal Bureau. A large part of the reason he entered officialdom and wanted to climb up was because of his father's experiences and his advice. Through his three years of work experience at the Coal Bureau, he was also convinced that holding power was more useful than holding money.

On the first day of the New Year, he was still sleeping soundly in bed with the quilt over his head when a phone call woke him up. While muttering, "I remember I turned it off," he picked up the phone and looked. The screen showed "Sister Lan." Helplessly, he answered and asked her: "Sister Lan, is there anything going on that you're calling me on New Year's?"

"Can't I call if there's nothing going on?" Ma Lan asked back, a bit angry, and then softened her tone and smiled lightly: "Desan, it's New Year's today. Come to Sister's house. Let's make dumplings with Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Tingting. Anyway, it's not convenient for you to eat alone at home."

When she said this, he really felt his stomach growling with hunger, and his stomach seemed to have heard her words and took the opportunity to gurgle. So, he rubbed his eyes and said: "Alright then, I'll be there in a while."

"Hurry up, Sister and Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Tingting are waiting for you at home to make dumplings together." Ma Lan urged him.

Hanging up the phone, he huddled in bed for a while longer. His stomach was really a bit hungry, so he lazily got up, put on his clothes, washed up, and went out.

It was almost twelve o'clock when he arrived at Ma Lan's house. Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Tingting's orange Lamborghini sports car was parked in the villa courtyard. He couldn't help but take a look before walking up to knock on the living room door. Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Tingting's sweet voice came from inside: "Is that Brother Desan?"

"It's me."

Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Tingting ran over with a "deng deng deng" sound, opened the door, looked at him excitedly, and said with a grin: "Brother Desan, you're here."

He smiled lightly at her and asked: "Where's your mom?"

"You only know how to care about my mom!" Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Tingting rolled her eyes and muttered, her small mouth pursed so high it could tie up an ox.

Seeing this, he smiled and patted her head, whispering: "Brother cares about you too."

Ma Lan was busy in the kitchen. Hearing the sound at the door, she knew someone had arrived. She came out to look without even having time to wipe her flour-covered hands. Seeing it was Zhao Desan, she smiled gently and said: "Desan is here. Why don't you come in? What are you and Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Seeing Tingting secretly whispering about standing there?"

"Oh, nothing." As he said this, he walked over. Seeing her flour-covered hands and the patch of flour on her face, he couldn't help but laugh.