Chapter 572

"It's okay, as long as you think it through, a breakup can be considered as a part of your life experience. You will have more eyes on emotional matters in the future." Zhao Desan realized.

"Yes, Section Chief Liu, you are right, I know what I should do." Su Jing wiped her teary eyes, sniffed her red nose, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of her mouth, "Alright, after telling you these broken things, my mood is much better."

Seeing her quickly recover from the sadness of being dumped, Zhao Desan also breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "That's good, as long as you can cheer up quickly."

"Section Chief Liu, look at this table of dishes, you haven't eaten a few bites, it's still hot now, you hurry up and eat more. If you don't eat, it won't be delicious when it's cold, it's not good to waste it." Su Jing moved away from him a little, and his hand slid down and fell on the chair with a bang.

Only then did he realize that he had forgotten to take his hand off her back. He smiled at her awkwardly, got up, returned to the opposite side, sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and said, "Hurry up and eat, this is all cooked by you, it's a waste if you don't eat so many dishes."

Su Jing smiled at him faintly. In the past, he had only seen her wearing glasses. Now that she took off her glasses, her big eyes looked energetic, dark, bright, and watery, embedded in her beautiful, fair, egg-shaped face, looking even more charming, making his heart throb, and he reminisced about the soft and warm feeling when he held her tightly and cried just now, eating absent-mindedly.

"What's wrong? Is it not delicious?" Su Jing picked up her chopsticks, but didn't eat a bite of food, and had been looking at him seriously. Seeing him eating absent-mindedly, she thought the dishes she cooked didn't taste good.

"Oh, no." Zhao Desan hurriedly came back to his senses and smiled, then picked up the dishes and ate them in big mouthfuls.

After crying, Su Jing felt much better in her heart. Occasionally, she added a bite of food and told Zhao Desan about her infatuated emotional experience. The meal took a long time. During this period, she poured another glass of wine. Under Zhao Desan's repeated dissuasion, she began to sip it mouthful by mouthful, eating and discussing emotions with him.

In fact, when it comes to emotions, Zhao Desan has no deep feelings. His girlfriend in college was his right hand. After entering the Coal Bureau, he wandered among many women because he was yearning for official promotion, which can be described as "passing through the chaotic flowers, but not sticking to the flowers." So his understanding of emotions seems very shallow, but at the same time, it makes Su Jing, who has experienced hurt, feel that what he said is very real. What kind of true emotions can there be in this society? People just need to be good to themselves.

The meal took too long. Hour after hour passed, and a bottle of Remy Martin was finished without knowing it. Because Zhao Desan's drinking capacity was very large, he didn't feel any dizziness at all, but found that Su Jing sitting opposite him had a ruddier face, and her eyes looking at him were gradually drifting and blurred. Her red cheeks were as bright as the evening clouds, and she held her sharp chin with one palm. Her whole expression looked a bit charming, which made him feel a trace of heat in his body after drinking some wine. This feeling gradually heated up as the two fiery gazes intertwined, and his skin gradually became dry and hot, gradually burning hot...

In order to test if she was a bit drunk, he smiled lightly and said, "Look, we finished a bottle of wine without paying attention. Your drinking capacity is really not small."

Just after praising her for her big drinking capacity, who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, Su Jing's elbow holding her chin slipped, her head fell straight down, and she lay on the table, making the dishes on the table clatter. He hurriedly supported the table with both hands and asked, "Su Jing, are you okay?"

"I..." Su Jing hiccuped, "I drank too much... my head is a bit dizzy." While speaking, her eyes were extremely blurred, her gaze was scattered, without focus, her egg-shaped face was red like a monkey's butt, and the snow-white chest in the neckline of her shirt, which was open by two buttons, came into his eyes. The bottomless cleavage tempted him to explore the secrets deep inside. The white neckline spring light made him feel restless, trying his best not to pay attention to it.

He really wanted to go forward to support her to go to the room to rest on the bed, but he was afraid that his hands would not be able to control the desire that had already burned in his heart once they touched her delicate body. After a fierce ideological struggle, considering that she was the cousin of Su Qing, his future backer in the province, and she had just broken up, it would be bad if he touched her today and caused any unnecessary trouble. So while getting up, he said, "Su Jing, look, it's not early, I should go back, I have to go to work tomorrow."

"Are there still cars now?" Su Jing raised her eyelids, glanced at the wall clock, and looked at him with dead-fish-like dull eyes.

Zhao Desan looked at the watch on his wrist and was surprised. It was already past eleven o'clock. A meal took four hours. Fuck, it was really a "tug-of-war." He only cared about listening to her emotional experience and forgot the time. "It's okay, just take a taxi back." There were no buses, but he rarely took buses anyway.

Su Jing's eyes were extremely blurred, staring straight at him, making his heart messy. He was really afraid that if he didn't leave, he wouldn't be able to control his inner impulse, so he hardened his heart, pulled open the chair, and walked toward the door.

Just as he reached the door and was about to reach out to open the door, his waist tightened. Looking down, he found a pair of fair, jade-like arms tightly hugging his waist, and Su Jing's drunken voice came to his ears: "Section Chief Liu, don't go back tonight, stay with me, okay?"

His heart skipped a beat. Fuck! Could it be that she wanted to... the scene of him climbing onto her fair and plump body after she was drunk for the first time flashed through his mind...

Su Jing, who was drunk, hugged his waist tightly from behind, pressing her body tightly against his tiger back. Although separated by two layers of clothes, the scorching temperature of the opposite sex's body had already been generated, roasting him and roasting her. The rolling heat generated from the place where his back touched her soft and scorching body spread rapidly along his body, entering his central nervous system... suddenly confusing his mind, making him turn around uncontrollably, supporting her arms with seven parts sober and three parts drunk, and saying hypocritically: "You're drunk, don't make trouble, let me support you back to the room to rest." After saying this, he supported Su Jing, who was swaying, walked into her boudoir, helped her to the edge of the bed, and gently laid her flat on the bed.

Su Jing was soft and weak, the alcohol went to her head, and everything in her vision was blurred. She saw a figure shaking in front of her, unable to focus, but she clearly knew who this man was in her heart, letting him lift her slender legs onto the bed, and said confusedly: "Section Chief Liu, don't go back tonight, be my boyfriend, okay?"