Chapter 62

Zhang Aiai had finished eating and was waiting for Zhao Desan. Suddenly Zhao Desan's phone rang. He took it out and saw it was Sister Lan calling. He said to Zhang Aiai, "Sister Ai, you go first, I'll be there in a while."

Zhang Aiai nodded expectantly at him and walked away with her bowl and chopsticks.

Zhao Desan then answered the phone and hid outside the canteen to talk to Ma Lan.

"Desan, thank you, for telling sister such an important thing."

"It should be, who told me to be Sister Lan's little man, haha."

"Hehe, sister has already started to prepare. You help sister keep an eye on it recently to see if there is anything about pricing after it is formulated into two mine wells."

"Don't worry, if there is, I will definitely tell Sister Lan, I will pay attention."

After Zhao Desan finished Ma Lan's call, he didn't return to the dining hall. He put his hands in his pockets, whistled in high spirits, and walked toward the warehouse, thinking that the rural young woman Zhang Aiai, who was charming and unconstrained, was anxiously waiting for him in the warehouse.

Zhao Desan paced around the office building with full expectation and arrived at the warehouse door. Seeing the warehouse door closed, he was about to reach out to knock on the door when he suddenly heard a woman's "Ah" from inside, followed by Sister Ai's terrified and restless voice: "Director... don't... don't..."

As soon as Zhao Desan heard it, he knew that Sister Ai was being bullied inside. He pricked up his ears and pressed them against the door to listen carefully. He heard the logistics director laughing wickedly, "Zhang Aiai, you are just a temporary worker. If you don't agree to me, humph humph, you know the consequences. You still have children studying, you need to work and earn money, right? Do you agree or not?"

"Director... don't... don't be like this..." Sister Ai's trembling voice came from inside.

"Just agree to me!" But he heard the logistics director sneer, and immediately Sister Ai's extremely panicked scream came: "Ah, Director, don't, don't... the clothes are broken!"

"You scream, everyone is taking a nap at noon. Even if you scream your throat out in the warehouse, no one will respond! Humph! Do it yourself or let me do it!"

"Ah! Director!" Sister Ai's call was interrupted, and only her struggling voice could be heard faintly.

Zhao Desan clenched his fists in anger, thinking that he wasn't the only one who had taken a fancy to this rural charming young woman Zhang Aiai. As her direct leader, the logistics director, this grandson, was also having designs on her. He covered Sister Ai's mouth, it seemed he was going to force her!

Zhao Desan raised his foot and was about to kick the door, but suddenly calmed down. He was considering that if he kicked the door open in such a reckless way to save the beauty, Sister Ai would definitely be devoted to him, but he had already won her heart with his powerful body. If he ruined the logistics director's good show, it would make him lose face, and his days at the Coal Bureau would definitely not be good in the future. Although this grandson's official position wasn't big, he was an official after all, and he would definitely try his best to squeeze him out.

Zhao Desan considered anxiously what to do, listening to Sister Ai's exclamation being covered by that grandson, and estimated that he had already started to force Sister Ai.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration appeared in Zhao Desan's mind. He raised his foot and kicked the door "bang bang bang" a few times, then ran away in a flash to the gap between the warehouse and the outer wall to hide, looking like a thief, staring outside, his heart panicked and uneasy, fearing that he would be discovered by that grandson.

The logistics director had already forcibly torn Zhang Aiai's shirt. As soon as he heard the warehouse door being smashed by someone, he immediately stopped like a wooden chicken, walked to the warehouse door in fear, and asked timidly, "Who is it? Who is outside?"

His voice echoed faintly in the warehouse, but there was no response outside. This kind of silence made the logistics director feel a bit hairy in his heart, thinking there was a ghost, so he opened the warehouse door to look around, then lowered his head with a guilty conscience and slipped back to the dormitory building dejectedly.

Zhang Aiai's shirt buttons were all snapped off under that grandson's savage tearing. She pulled the hem of her clothes to protect her exposed body, squatted on the ground aggrievedly, with tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, and was also full of doubts.

Zhao Desan hid behind the warehouse, staring at the logistics director until he walked into the building, and after a while, seeing that he didn't return, he got up and ran quickly to the front, drilled into the warehouse, closed the door in a panic, inserted it from the inside, and turned around to see Zhang Aiai looking at him aggrievedly.

Zhao Desan saw that Sister Ai had been wronged, walked over, squatted down, put his arm around her shoulder, and asked with concern, "Sister Ai, are you okay?"

Zhang Aiai asked aggrievedly with tears in her eyes, "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, was it you who smashed the door just now?"

Zhao Desan nodded and said, "As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard your call, Sister Ai. That beast actually dared to molest you! Damn it!"

Zhang Aiai was both aggrieved and gratified. She lay on his shoulder and hugged his neck. Her shirt immediately opened, and she pressed her naked body against Zhao Desan's chest. That pair of plump breasts wrapped in a bra made his breathing a bit difficult.

Zhao Desan reached out to hug her, patted Sister Ai's slightly trembling body gently, and said, "Sister Ai, that beast didn't succeed, right?"

Sister Ai let go of Zhao Desan, let him see her torn shirt, and said, "He tore my shirt, all the buttons snapped off, and I can't button it up."

Zhao Desan was not interested in the shirt itself, a shabby shirt with broken flowers that hadn't been changed for several days, it was very rustic. If it weren't for her perfect figure and pretty face, she would be a rustic village woman.

Zhao Desan was interested in the scenery under her shirt that was already completely open at this time, white as snow, it was truly wonderful, making Zhao Desan feel a bit dizzy.

Zhao Desan put his hands on her shoulders and said with a wicked smile, "It's torn, so it's torn."

As soon as Sister Ai saw Zhao Desan's expression, she lowered her head shyly, her cheeks flushed, and said shyly, "Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao, you say my clothes can't be buttoned up, how can I see people in the afternoon? It's so embarrassing to let people see my naked upper body like this!"

Zhao Desan's hands on her shoulders gently pushed her collar to both sides with bad intentions, and the soft material shirt slid down her arms, revealing her white and tender fragrant shoulders.

"Sister Ai, I'll go out and buy you a piece of clothing in a while, don't worry first." Zhao Desan smiled wickedly, picked her up, walked toward the sofa piled on the side, and put her down gently.

"Comrade Comrade Xiao Zhao..." Sister Ai called him nervously, her breathing a bit rapid, and her body rose and fell with her rapid breathing, trembling.

Zhao Desan gently stroked her body, which was trembling slightly because of nervous expectation, until she softened bit... by bit...

After the clouds and rain, Sister Ai carefully wiped Zhao Desan clean, tidied up his clothes, sat up, her face with a shy and satisfied flush, her eyebrows charming, staring at him.