Chapter 71

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.

Wow, it's so big and round! Zhao Desan had never carefully appreciated this seductive part of Ma Lan before; it was truly wonderful.

"Continue! Bad guy!"

Ma Lan meant for him to unhook the bra as well.

Zhao Desan had some concerns but was also full of anticipation. He wanted to carefully appreciate it without any obstruction and said, "Sister Lan, this is your office after all."

Ma Lan said tenderly, "The door is locked, what are you afraid of? Kiss Sister, it misses you, you bad guy."

Seeing that Ma Lan's cheeks were already flushed and her eyes were full of fire, Zhao Desan thought, let's satisfy this thirsty beauty. So, he reached around her smooth body, touched the clasp directly, skillfully squeezed it, and pop.

"Bad guy, kiss it."

Ma Lan wrapped her arms around the back of Zhao Desan's head, making him unable to breathe, and teased him with the tip of her tongue. Ma Lan's body rose and fell, her breathing was rapid, she let out a long "Ah" cry, and one hand wandered along Zhao Desan's body.

The phone in Zhao Desan's pocket suddenly rang, and he cursed angrily, which son of a bitch is disturbing my good time? He took it out of his pocket and saw it was from Ma Lan's daughter, Ma Ting. He hurriedly rejected the call, feeling panicked and uneasy, but his face still maintained a calm expression.

Ma Lan was already intoxicated by his caresses, half-opening her blurred almond eyes, and said, "Baby, whose phone is it? It came at such a bad time!"

Zhao Desan said, "A buddy's!" He put the phone away and leaned over to suck on those white, fragrant breasts again, teasing Ma Lan until she was confused and lost, as if her soul had been lost. Her body rose and fell, she was extremely uncomfortable, and her legs tightly clamped one of Zhao Desan's legs and rubbed against it; it was really too itchy.

The phone rang again. Zhao Desan took it out and saw it was a message from Ma Ting. Zhao Desan smiled bitterly and helplessly, saying, "Sister Lan, I'll go out and make a call, you wait for me for a while."

Ma Lan had just started to enjoy his spring-rain-like nourishment and had just entered an intoxicated state; she hadn't even waited for him to fill her body and thrust forcefully, so she pouted and said, "Your buddy really has no sense!"

Zhao Desan chuckled and said, "How would they know I'm doing this with Sister Lan?"

Ma Lan was impatient and urged him, "Hurry up and go out and make the call, come back when you're done, Sister hasn't enjoyed it enough yet!"

Zhao Desan laughed deviously, "I know, I'll let Sister Lan have a good time later." He got up and opened the door to go out. Ma Lan put her coat on directly to cover the spring scenery inside; the bra and undershirt were still original, and under the leather jacket were just two warm, soft breasts.

Zhao Desan took out his phone and opened the message from Ma Ting: Brother Liu, where are you? My mom isn't home, I don't have to go to school this weekend, come to my house and play with me.

A faint smile floated on the corners of Zhao Desan's mouth, and he tapped on the keyboard, quickly typing a message: Tingting, Brother is busy now, I can't get away, what are you playing at your house?

Ma Ting replied quickly: Brother Liu, you can play whatever you want, you can play what we played that night, I want to too, that feeling is so strange and comfortable.

Zhao Desan thought wickedly, this little girl who hasn't fully developed is also addicted to that? The pink, tender mushroom actually has feelings too.

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?"