Chapter 5659

Yang Meixia didn't reply to the text message anymore. Zhao Desan put down the phone, and a picture couldn't help but appear in his mind: Yang Meixia, the daughter of the City Party Committee Secretary who once loved him to death, was lying beside Fan Chengquan, the son of a ministerial-level cadre, wearing a sexy black suspender pajama. Half an hour ago, the two of them had just done the same thing he did with Fan Binbin.

Getting up the next morning, Fan Binbin applied medicine to Zhao Desan's waist with great concern before going out with him. Zhao Desan drove her to the real estate agency on the way. Watching her get out of the car and walk to the company entrance, several beautiful women also wearing professional suits saw her get out of a small car, and then surrounded her, squeezing their eyes and making faces at each other. Seeing this, Zhao Desan hurriedly drove away. These women are really terrible, he thought secretly in his heart.

Arriving at the office of the unit, Zhao Desan, as usual, first brewed a cup of tea before sitting down at the desk, habitually picking up the Hexi Daily of the day to read. After reading some sections he was interested in, he approved a few documents.

By nine o'clock, the phone on the side suddenly rang. Zhao Desan glanced sideways and found it was Yang Meixia's call. He couldn't help but slap his forehead and complained to himself: "Damn it, why did I forget this matter?" As he spoke, he hurriedly picked up the phone and pressed the answer key: "Hello, Meixia."

"You sent me a text message last night saying you had something, what is it?" Yang Meixia's tone was very indifferent, asking straight to the point. Since she got married, Zhao Desan had never contacted her again. She deleted his phone number in a fit of anger, so as not to think of him and be unable to help calling him. She is already a married woman now, so doing that is definitely not okay. Zhao Desan suddenly contacted her and said he had something, which made her carry some resentment in her heart.

"Hmm… are you free today? I want to talk to you in person." Zhao Desan thought for a while and felt that it was better to talk about this kind of thing in person. He couldn't explain it clearly on the phone for a while, and he indeed wanted to see her after sending a text message to Yang Meixia last night. After all, they hadn't seen each other for such a long time, and finding her just to ask for help, and saying it on the phone, seemed insincere.

Yang Meixia thought for a while and finally agreed to him. She said: "Then come to the City Party Committee to pick me up."

"Alright, then I'll go over now?" Zhao Desan asked for her opinion. He was already impatient to see Yang Meixia now.

"Are you not busy today?" Yang Meixia asked.

"Not very busy." Zhao Desan hurriedly answered, thinking: I'm going to see you, what else is there to be busy with!

"Then come over."

After the call, Zhao Desan got up, put on his coat, and rushed out of the office in a hurry. In the corridor, he bumped into the little nanny Li Shuangfei. The little nanny looked at his anxious look and asked curiously: "What are you going to do in such a hurry?"

"Something came up, I have to go out for a while." Zhao Desan rubbed his head and answered casually.

Li Shuangfei looked at him with strange eyes and asked with a ghost smile: "You aren't going to see which woman for a date, are you?"

"Yes, how did you know?" Zhao Desan climbed up the pole she gave, said with a smile, and walked downstairs with big strides.

Watching Zhao Desan's back going downstairs, the little nanny pouted her little mouth and gave a light hum.

Zhao Desan went downstairs, drove the car, and went straight to the city. On the way, thinking of the bits and pieces of the time he spent with Yang Meixia, his heart was both warm and regretful. What was warm was that Yang Meixia loved him so much at the beginning, and even chased him out in a wedding dress on the day of her wedding to see him. What was regretful was that he didn't have the blessing to be with such a good girl. Hey, blame it all on his own overflowing peach blossom luck, always attracting bees and butterflies. Now that he had hooked up with the daughter of the Provincial Party Committee Secretary, he couldn't shake her off even if he wanted to.

With an extremely expectant mood, Zhao Desan drove the car very fast all the way, and in about half an hour, he drove to the downstairs of Building 3 of the City Party Committee. Building 3 is the office building of the Propaganda Department. After parking the car, he picked up his phone and called Yang Meixia, saying: "Hello, Meixia, I'm already downstairs at Building 3."

"Got it, I'll be down immediately." Yang Meixia replied indifferently on the phone.

Hanging up the phone, Zhao Desan lit a cigarette and smoked, his eyes staring straight at the exit of Building 3. After about three or four minutes, he saw a familiar figure appear in his sight. That's right, the person who came out was Yang Meixia. She was wearing a white down jacket, a pair of black tight elastic pants on her legs, and a pair of black leather boots on her feet. Her figure didn't look bloated because of the thick winter clothing, and it still gave people a feeling of being tall, graceful, and curvy. However, looking from afar, Zhao Desan always felt that she was different from the Yang Meixia he knew before. It seemed that she had changed. He couldn't tell where she had changed for a while. Maybe it was because of the marriage, which added a mature atmosphere of a young lady to her.

Yang Meixia came out of Building 3 of the City Party Committee Propaganda Department, stood on the steps and looked outside, and saw Zhao Desan's car parked on the side of the road. But there was no happy expression on her face, and she still walked over gracefully with a very indifferent expression. Looking at Yang Meixia's somewhat estranged expression, Zhao Desan's heart was still somewhat disappointed.

"Meixia, long time no see." After Yang Meixia walked over, Zhao Desan hurriedly turned sideways to open the passenger seat door and greeted her with a smile.

Yang Meixia then gave him an indifferent smile, bent down and sat in the car, pulled the car door, turned her head to look at him, and said: "Long time no see."

"How have you been lately?" Zhao Desan, who was always eloquent and endless when with women, didn't know what to say when he saw this girl who had once loved him deeply.

"Pretty good, how about you?" Yang Meixia asked back.

"Still the same." Zhao Desan answered with a smile.

"What still the same, you are already the top leader of Chanba District, and you're still the same." Yang Meixia's teasing made Zhao Desan's somewhat reserved heart relax.

He smiled at Yang Meixia and asked: "Where are we going?"

"On such a cold day, I don't know either. You say?" Yang Meixia looked out the window. It was already deep winter, the fog outside was very heavy, and the cold wind was biting. She didn't know where to go either, so she handed the initiative to Zhao Desan.

Yang Meixia said it casually, but Zhao Desan thought it was a bit crooked. He thought: is she trying to go to a hotel with me? Probably not, right? While thinking wildly, he tentatively asked: "How about we find a place to sit down and have a good chat?"

"Where do you want to sit?" Yang Meixia seemed to see through Zhao Desan's thoughts, stared straight at Zhao Desan with a pair of big eyes, and looked at him with suspicious eyes.

Could it be that she didn't mean that? Zhao Desan realized that he had thought crookedly, so he hurriedly saved it and said: "A teahouse or… find a place to eat, what do you think?"

"Then let's find a coffee shop and sit for a while." Yang Meixia's expression eased a little and said indifferently.

So Zhao Desan started the car. After moving away from the City Party Committee office building, he found a coffee shop on a main road. The two went in, found a hidden corner to sit down, and ordered coffee and some snacks respectively. Because there was heating in the coffee shop, Yang Meixia took off her white down jacket and put it aside, revealing her proud upper body wrapped in a black base shirt.

Zhao Desan couldn't help but secretly look her up and down, and found that Yang Meixia was a bit plumper than before marriage, especially the two beauties on her chest, which seemed to be much higher than before. He thought wildly in his heart: is it the magic of Fan Chengquan's two dog claws? People say that women will change a lot after marriage and before marriage. Today, Zhao Desan finally understood the true meaning of this sentence. It turns out that the so-called 'big' is just that the two things on her chest have become bigger.

"Didn't you say you had something to find me for? Why don't you say it? Why are you looking at me?" Yang Meixia turned her head back and saw Zhao Desan's straight look, breaking the silence and saying.

Zhao Desan then came back to his senses, smiled and said with a double entendre: "Meixia, you have changed a lot after getting married!"

"Is that so? Where has it changed?" Hearing Zhao Desan say this, a smile appeared on Yang Meixia's face, and she looked at him with interest and asked.

Zhao Desan glanced at the two proud heights on her chest and couldn't help but say in his heart: do you still need to ask me where it's big? But he definitely didn't dare to say this, so he smiled ambiguously: "I can't tell where it's big, anyway, I feel you have changed a lot." As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at her chest again. Wrapped in a black tight base shirt, the two beauties on Yang Meixia's chest were indeed big and round. Coupled with her sitting in front of him like that, it looked extremely tall, making him couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it twice.

Yang Meixia picked up a spoon and gently stirred the coffee, looked at the man sitting opposite her who once loved her to death, and said: "Alright, if you have anything to find me for, say it quickly."