Chapter 5363

"You... you really touched me!" Zheng Chuyi's face was already flushed with red, and she lowered her head, stammering shyly.

"Actually, actually I didn't touch anything, and, and, I didn't feel anything either!" Zhao Desan was telling the truth, but to Zheng Chuyi, it sounded more like a lame excuse.

"Forget it, I won't lower myself to the level of someone who's drunk." Zheng Chuyi looked at Zhao Desan with a blushing face and said with feigned anger.

Seeing that the beautiful reporter didn't have an overly intense reaction, Zhao Desan grinned and asked, "Do you have any wine here?"

"What for? Haven't you drunk enough?" Zheng Chuyi gave him a look of annoyance when she heard him ask that.

"Yes, I want to drink a little more, so that... so that I'll have the courage to... haha..." Zhao Desan laughed wickedly and dodged backward.

Zheng Chuyi finally realized that this dead kid was intentionally taking advantage of her. She immediately waved her pink fists and chased after Zhao Desan, scolding him shyly, "I'll teach you to be bad, I'll teach you to be bad!"

Zhao Desan suddenly hit the brakes, and Zheng Chuyi, due to inertia, crashed right into his arms. Zhao Desan hugged her instantly. For a moment, the two looked at each other, and passionate flames ignited in their eyes. The two soft mounds on Zheng Chuyi's chest pressed tightly against Zhao Desan's solid chest, immediately making him feel a strong surge of heat rising from his chest and rushing rapidly to his limbs. For a moment, such impulses rippled through his heart.

And what made him overjoyed was that Zheng Chuyi actually slowly closed those passionate eyes and slightly lifted her chin, as if waiting for something. Looking at her charming state full of expectation, Zhao Desan felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart and slowly moved his big mouth toward Zheng Chuyi's slightly pouting, rosy lips...

"Beep, beep, beep..." Just as the feelings between the two had reached a white-hot stage and Zhao Desan was about to complete the wonderful strike, his cell phone in his pants pocket rang at an inopportune moment.

Damn it! In an instant, the ambiguous atmosphere that had been brewing between the two was broken by the sudden ringing of the phone. Zhao Desan secretly cursed in his heart, while Zheng Chuyi, who had been waiting expectantly in his arms with her eyes closed, opened them, pushed him away with a shy smile, sat on a chair to the side, touched her burning cheeks, and whispered, "Your phone is ringing."

Zhao Desan looked at her with a wry smile, frowned, sighed helplessly, took out his phone, and saw that it was a call from Sister Wu. He said to Zheng Chuyi embarrassedly, "Let me take this call first." As he spoke, he took his phone out of her office, stood in the hallway, pressed the answer button, calmed his mood, and habitually chuckled, "Hello, Sister Wu."

"When are you coming to see your sister? I've already sent my parents away, and now I'm bored to death alone." Wu Min acted like a little woman on the phone, acting spoiled toward him.

"I'll come over after work." Zhao Desan replied hurriedly.

"Isn't it almost time to get off work?" Wu Min asked back on the phone.

Zhao Desan hurriedly raised his wrist to check his watch, only to realize it was already past five o'clock, so he quickly said, "Then I'll come over right now."

"Hmm, hurry up, your sister misses you." Wu Min giggled and hung up the phone.

Listening to the disconnected sound from the phone, Zhao Desan smiled helplessly, stuffed his phone into his pocket, returned to Zheng Chuyi's office with a listless look, frowned, and said to her, "Chuyi, I have something to do, I have to go first."

"Now?" Zheng Chuyi slightly frowned her beautiful eyebrows when she heard him say he was leaving. It was clear she didn't want him to leave so soon. She didn't know why she particularly wanted to stay with Zhao Desan today; even if something happened, it wouldn't matter to her.

"I have no choice." Zhao Desan could see the reluctance in her eyes, spread his hands helplessly, then walked up, suddenly kissed Zheng Chuyi on the face, and then left the provincial newspaper agency as if fleeing with a wicked smile.

"What are you doing!" As soon as Zheng Chuyi reacted, she saw that Zhao Desan had already disappeared from her office door, and a feeling of loss surged in her heart.

Leaving the provincial newspaper agency in disappointment, Zhao Desan felt a belly full of "anger" suppressed in his heart. But fortunately, Sister Wu was waiting for him in the high-ranking cadre ward of the People's Hospital. He got into the car and headed straight for the Municipal People's Hospital. Since it was the peak hour for getting off work, there was some traffic in the city, and it was already six o'clock when he arrived at the Municipal People's Hospital.

He was afraid there might be other people in the ward, which would be awkward if seen, so he stood at the hospital entrance and first called the little nanny, Li Shuangfei. After confirming that only Sister Wu was in the ward, he felt relieved and strode quickly toward the inpatient building.

Wu Min was receiving the highest standard of treatment in the high-ranking cadre ward. After a few days, she was already able to get out of bed and move around. When Zhao Desan entered, she was slowly walking around the room, covering her wound with one hand. Seen from behind, her figure in the blue and white striped hospital gown looked slightly frailer than before, and a surge of heartache and love welled up in his heart.

Quietly closing the door, Zhao Desan had a wicked smile on his face, tiptoed silently toward her, then suddenly reached out to cover Wu Min's eyes, leaned against her ear, and said, "Guess who I am?"

Wu Min was walking with difficulty, so she simply leaned into his arms, closed her eyes, and smiled happily, "Who else could it be but that bad guy Zhao Desan? Hurry up and take your sister, I can't walk anymore, I'm exhausted..."

Zhao Desan hurriedly let go of her eyes, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and said gently, "If you're tired, walk less. Why are you in such a hurry to exercise? Are you afraid they won't pay your salary?"

"Go to hell, you have no seriousness!" Listening to Zhao Desan's playful words, Wu Min laughed and scolded him.

Zhao Desan chuckled, then asked with extreme concern, "How is it? Does the wound still hurt when you walk?"

Wu Min shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore. The stitches were removed after the injection. The doctor said the incision healed quite well, and I can be discharged tomorrow. Sigh, but..."