Chapter 5539

"Why wouldn't it be? I believe Yanran will definitely be fine," Zhao Desan said with certainty. He felt that since Yanran could understand his thoughts and put them into action to repay him, she would definitely be able to handle her relationships with other colleagues at school, especially with the school's leadership. Then Zhao Desan asked her with a wicked smile, "Didn't you say that if I arranged Yanran's job, you would repay me? How do you plan to repay me?"

"Whatever you want. I'll repay you however you want, as long as it's not too excessive," Fan Binbin said with a charming smile.

Zhao Desan looked at her flirtatious expression, pounced on her with a wicked grin, crawled under the covers, and said with a cheeky smile, "Since you said I can do whatever I want, does that mean I can do whatever I want tonight too?"

"You stinky hooligan, what do you want to do?" Fan Binbin looked at Zhao Desan charmingly. Actually, she had just been lying in her room for a while, recalling the pleasure of rolling in the sheets with Zhao Desan that made her feel like she was dying, and couldn't help but sneak into his room again. Being teased by him like this, that place between her legs started to itch. After all, she was a mature married woman in the prime of her life, and she could only see her husband once every year or so. Now that Zhao Desan had broken her seal and she had tasted the sweetness, how could she not want this?

"Hehe, so will you agree to all my requests?" Zhao Desan winked at her and asked with a mischievous grin.

"Look at that lecherous look on your face!" Fan Binbin rolled her eyes at him enchantingly. "As long as it's not an excessive request."

"Then I want you to help me... help me blow the trumpet..." Zhao Desan looked at her lecherously and put forward his idea. Watching a woman serve him from between his legs was the moment he felt the greatest sense of achievement.

"Blow the trumpet? What does that mean?" Fan Binbin frowned slightly, looking at him in confusion. "Where is there a trumpet?" She had previously been a very traditional woman. Although she could only see her husband once every year or so, she almost never had contact with outside men and didn't know the alternative meanings of these words.

Looking at her puzzled expression, Zhao Desan grinned lecherously, took one of her hands, and placed it on his 'human giant cannon,' saying, "The trumpet is here."

Fan Binbin suddenly realized, and immediately scolded, "You guy, why are you so bad!" As she spoke, she gripped his already slightly hard treasure and began to stroke it lovingly.

"If a man isn't bad, a woman won't love him," Zhao Desan said with a smug, wicked grin. "Hurry up and blow it for me."

"Did you wash it clean?" Fan Binbin didn't object; after all, she was a married woman in her thirties, and she wasn't as reserved about matters between men and women as her sister Fan Yanran.

"You'll know if it's clean once you taste it," Zhao Desan said with a wicked smile, reaching out a hand to push her head toward his lower parts.

Fan Binbin glanced at him enchantingly, and then her body slid slowly into the covers. Zhao Desan reached out to grab a pillow to cushion his back, half-leaning against the headboard. Before long, he saw Fan Binbin disappear entirely under the covers, creating a small mound beneath his lower abdomen. Immediately after, he felt a tingling sensation on the tip of his spear, which made him shiver involuntarily. A wave of electricity had just swept through his central nervous system when, immediately, a moist, burning sensation of being enveloped completely drowned him, making him unable to help but close his eyes and let out a blissful moan of 'Oh my'...

The next day after breakfast, Fan Binbin, who had been nourished by Zhao Desan all night and was glowing with radiance, wanted to take her sister to the city to go shopping. Zhao Desan said he happened to have business in the city, so he drove the two sisters to the bustling area of the city center on his way. Watching them get out of the car, he drove to find a temporary parking spot, took a look at the books placed behind the windshield, and took out his phone to call Zheng Chuyi.

"Hello!" Zheng Chuyi answered the phone.

"Hello, Chuyi, you're not at work today, right?" Zhao Desan asked. He wasn't sure if Zheng Chuyi was off today; newspaper offices didn't necessarily have regular holidays.

"Mm, I'm off today. What's up?" Zheng Chuyi asked, puzzled.

"Well, I'm in the city today, so I brought those books for you. Where are you? I'll bring them over," Zhao Desan said.

"I'm not at my place; I'm at my parents' house right now. It's a bit troublesome for you to bring them over. Where are you? How about I come and get them?" Zheng Chuyi said.

"It's fine, I'm driving anyway, so it's fast. Just tell me the address, and I'll bring them over right now," Zhao Desan said with a smile, though he couldn't help but feel a bit regretful in his heart, thinking that if she were at her own place, he would have gone straight over, and maybe something could have happened between the two of them.

"Then I'll trouble Secretary Zhao to make a trip," Zheng Chuyi said half-jokingly. "I'll send you the address."

A minute after hanging up, Zhao Desan received her text message and found that the address wasn't far from where he was; it would only take ten minutes to drive there. Following the address, Zhao Desan took a look and saw it was a high-end residential area, but that was normal, as he knew Zheng Chuyi's family wasn't an ordinary one.

Driving to the building where Zheng Chuyi lived, Zhao Desan called her to say he was downstairs. A while later, Zheng Chuyi appeared outside Zhao Desan's car window.

Seeing Zheng Chuyi arrive, Zhao Desan took the books, opened the car door, got out, and handed them to her, saying, "Returned to their rightful owner."

"Thank you. By the way, you didn't look at my things, did you?" Zheng Chuyi asked, pointing to the diary among them with a hint of worry.

"Am I the kind of person who peeks at other people's privacy?" Zhao Desan said seriously, then smiled and said, "I have something to do in a bit, so I'll be going first. Call me when you're free." As he spoke, he waved at Zheng Chuyi and opened the car door, preparing to get in.

"Leaving already? Come up and sit for a while," Zheng Chuyi said with a smile, trying to keep him. Zhao Desan knew Zheng Chuyi's character; although he really wanted to spend more time with her, he felt it wasn't appropriate to just go to someone's house and meet their parents like that. Moreover, he still had to go find Sister Wu, so he said with a mischievous grin, "Your uncle and aunt are both home, and I'm afraid of being misunderstood by them, so I won't go up. I'll be going first." As he spoke, he waved his hand dashingly, ducked into the car, waved one more time at Zheng Chuyi, who was standing by the car with a smile, and started the car to leave Zheng Chuyi's home.

Watching Zhao Desan's car disappear into the distance, Zheng Chuyi took the books, pressed the elevator button, and went upstairs.

Zhao Desan's car had only driven about a hundred meters when his phone suddenly started beeping. He curiously picked up the phone, glanced at the screen, and couldn't help but frown. He hesitated for a moment before pressing the answer button, immediately changing his expression to a smiling one, and said, "Lulu, what's wrong?"

"Zhao Desan, you dead pig, did you come to the city today?" Jin Lulu interrogated him unhappily over the phone.

Zhao Desan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't deny it, asking with a smile, "Yeah, how did you know?"

"Hmph, I saw your car parked on the side of the road when I drove through the city center just now!" Jin Lulu said angrily.

Zhao Desan was stunned again, his heart filled with trepidation as he thought, 'She didn't see the Fan Binbin sisters get out of my car too, did she?' Although he began to feel a bit uneasy, he still feigned a playful tone and said, "Lulu, I've discovered that you're almost becoming a detective now. You know as soon as I arrive in the city. Do you know exactly what I'm doing every day, who I'm with, and how many bowls of rice I eat?"

"I couldn't care less about how many bowls of rice you eat or how many times you poop!" Jin Lulu gave a light huff and continued, "You haven't seen me in such a long time, when are you coming to find me?"

"I'll go when I have time," Zhao Desan gave an ambiguous answer.

"Then what about today?" Jin Lulu asked.

"Today? Today I came to the city mainly to handle some business and meet a few leaders," Zhao Desan lied hurriedly. "How about this? If I finish early today, I'll come find you, and by the way, I'll go see Secretary Jin and Auntie Jin. How does that sound?"

"Then I'll wait for you. If you're too late, don't bother coming, hmph!" Jin Lulu said with dissatisfaction and hung up the phone.

*Sigh! * It's truly the worst luck in eight lifetimes to be involved with this little beauty! Who else could he have provoked, but he had to provoke the daughter of the Provincial Party Secretary. And he had no feelings for her, yet the entire Jin family liked him very much, even looking at him as a future son-in-law. This made Zhao Desan feel extremely depressed when he thought about it. How did all these 'good things' fall on him!

Thinking of his peers who were the same age, ninety percent of them were struggling for a living, fantasizing about one day getting a promotion and a raise, becoming a general manager, being appointed CEO, and marrying a rich and beautiful woman. He, on the other hand, had already achieved some success in his official career and was surrounded by rich and beautiful women, but this was also a very helpless life. As the old saying goes, 'Entering officialdom is as deep as the sea.' Since he had already reached this point, he could only bite the bullet and continue walking, taking it one step at a time.

(Chapter 3015: Look at That Lecherous Look!)