Chapter 69

They lingered until it was almost checkout time. Zhao Desan stopped, not releasing, but saving it up, because he still had to contact Ma Lan in the afternoon and give her some important documents.

Now it was Li Shanshan's turn to humiliate him. After some lingering, Li Shanshan actually let go, lying on her side on the bed with disheveled hair, sneering, "Zhao Desan, I thought you were so powerful! You haven't finished after so long, do you have a physiological defect? Haha..."

Zhao Desan was so angry his eyes widened, but then he smiled and asked, "Wasn't it enough to satisfy you? Should we continue?"

Li Shanshan hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover herself, looking timid, and said, "No more."

Zhao Desan had already gotten out of bed, put on his pants, and said, "Get up, let's go, checkout time." He didn't want to pay extra for exceeding the checkout time.

Once a woman is conquered below by a man's powerful body, her heart is also conquered; this just confirms that famous maxim of Zhang Ailing.

Li Shanshan had been nourished by Zhao Desan twice, and now her heart was fluttering, a bit addicted to him. She lay on the bed wrapped in the quilt, looking at Zhao Desan coquettishly, and said, "Zhao Desan, you and I have already had a relationship, what do you say we should do?"

Seeing her coquettish appearance, Zhao Desan thought, how did this number one secretary change so much after being nourished by me twice? Where did that high and mighty Li Shanshan go? "Secretary Li, what do you want to do? At worst, I'll just play with you more every week from now on!"

Li Shanshan looked straight at him, her eyes charming and varied, her vermilion lips parted slightly: "That depends on whether you have the ability. Lend me your phone, I need to make a call."

Zhao Desan took it out and threw it to her. Seeing it was off, she turned it on, but she wasn't making a call; instead, she flipped through the photo album and videos, checking carefully. There were no photos of her and Zhao Desan being intimate, and she immediately changed her expression, threw the phone at him, punched the pillow, and said angrily, "Zhao Desan! You lied to me! There are no photos at all! You are too cunning!"

Zhao Desan hurriedly caught the phone, not expecting that she had wanted to delete the photos. He said she was as docile to him as if she had become a different person. It seems this Li Shanshan, being able to reach the position of Secretary to Director Zhang, is not just ordinarily calculating. Fortunately, the one he threw to her wasn't that knock-off phone, otherwise, if she had discovered the lewd photos of the directors on that knock-off phone, he would have been finished.

After the palpitations, Zhao Desan deliberately said, "Do you think I only have one phone?" He took out the knock-off phone and shook it in front of her, smiled coldly and cunningly, and didn't intend to refund the checkout fee. He threw the deposit slip on the bed and said, "You check out later, I'm leaving first, I have things to do!" After saying that, he turned and walked out. Li Shanshan hurriedly sat up, her chest exposed, and called out to him anxiously, "Zhao Desan, wait! Don't tell anyone else about us!"

Zhao Desan opened the door, looked back with a cunning smile, and said, "Beautiful Secretary Li, don't worry, I'm leaving now!"

Li Shanshan watched Zhao Desan close the door and leave, and she pounded the bed with her fists in anger. She didn't really care about being intimate and having fun with him; after all, she was a big girl of twenty-five or twenty-six, and she had times when she felt stifled. Occasionally finding a man to relieve the boredom was quite comfortable, but because he had filmed photos of the two of them having fun, she was worried and uneasy, terrified that Zhao Desan would show those photos to others.

Zhao Desan walked out of the hotel in high spirits, stood by the side of the road, and sent a message to Ma Lan, asking where she was.

The late September sun shining on his body was truly comfortable. Whenever Zhao Desan thought of those women recently, he felt that his luck with women was not shallow, and his romantic luck was constant! It was really like being a groom every night, and he felt both comfortable and smug in his heart. Especially when he thought of those women being conquered by his powerful body, the passionate feeling was indescribably stimulating.

Ma Lan replied with a message: Sister is at the company, you come to Sister's company, just say you're looking for me.

Zhao Desan was also very curious about how big Ma Lan's company was and what kind of strong woman she really was, so he took a taxi to the headquarters of Ma Lan's Xinmao Mining Group.

Getting out of the taxi, Zhao Desan looked up and down at the Xinmao Mining Group building, feeling it was indeed very imposing, and immediately felt heartfelt admiration for Ma Lan. A thirty-five-year-old woman, even if she relied on her body to get policies from the bastard at the Coal Bureau, even if you handed such a big company to an ordinary woman, she might not necessarily be able to run it.

Walking to the entrance of the building, the security guard stopped him. Zhao Desan calmly reported Ma Lan's big name, and the security guard immediately and politely ushered him inside.

After asking at the front desk in the lobby, he arrived at the door of Ma Lan's chairman's office and knocked three times.

Ma Lan was inside, reviewing the bidding documents and organizational design sections compiled by the company's planning and contract department, and asked without looking up, "Who is it?"

Zhao Desan pinched his voice to sound like a woman and said, "It's me, little Zhao, your secretary."

Ma Lan immediately recognized it was Zhao Desan, put down what she was doing with great joy, looked up, and smiled, "Little man, stop pretending, come in!"

Zhao Desan pushed the door open and entered, smiling and asking, "Sister Lan, how did you know it was me?"

Ma Lan chuckled and said, "Sister doesn't have a secretary, what secretary! Why did you only think of Sister now? What were you doing all night last night? And you even turned off your phone!"

Zhao Desan walked to her boss's chair, sat on the armrest, and lied, "Last night, I was a bit tired recently, so I just went to sleep and forgot to charge it. Sister Lan, you didn't go out to socialize last night, did you?"

Ma Lan looked up and asked skeptically, "Did you really sleep at home last night?"

Zhao Desan said calmly, "Where else could I go! Sister Lan, don't you believe me?"

Ma Lan looked at Zhao Desan's appearance; he wasn't flustered at all and didn't look like he was lying to her, so she smiled and said, "Believe, how could I not believe you!"

Zhao Desan sat on the armrest of the boss's chair, looking down from a position of superiority, and at a glance, he saw into Ma Lan's neckline, which fascinated him so much that his eyes were fixed and unblinking.

Seeing him staring lustfully at her chest, Ma Lan poked him on the forehead and smiled charmingly, "Bad guy! Where are you looking!"

Zhao Desan smiled wickedly and said, "Sister Lan, your chest is so beautiful."

Seeing Zhao Desan's malicious smile, Ma Lan knew what he wanted to do. She looked up, a strange smile floated on the corners of her mouth, and she blinked her blurred eyes, saying, "Want to do bad things again?"

Zhao Desan chuckled. Most of the time, he actually just wanted to feast his eyes and appreciate the way women acted lewdly when they were lost in the wonderful process.

Ma Lan stretched out her soft, tender hand and stroked the back of his hand, ordering, "Go and lock the door from the inside."

Zhao Desan laughed deviously, went over, and locked the door of Ma Lan's office from the inside. He turned around, sat on the armrest of the boss's chair, and Ma Lan grabbed his arm, pulled him down, hooked her neck around his, looked up, and began to kiss him, biting his lips and earlobes, which made Zhao Desan itch to death.

Zhao Desan's earlobes, lips, and neck were all kissed by Ma Lan's hot lips. She stared at him and ordered, "Undress Sister!"

How could Zhao Desan not follow orders? He slowly pulled the zipper of her dark red tight leather suit down from her chest. Inside was a close-fitting coffee-colored undershirt, tightly wrapping her jade body, which was already about to burst out.

"Baby... continue!"

Ma Lan was still not satisfied and ordered Zhao Desan to continue. He chuckled and continued to follow orders, lifting the close-fitting undershirt from bottom to top and piling it on Ma Lan's fair, tender neck.