Official Career Storm

Chapter 1578 1578

The car stopped, Song Guanchao turned off the engine, pushed open the door, and looked at the front passenger seat.

Wu Qiangwei got out of the car and said, "You can go now," as she walked briskly toward the apartment building.

Song Guanchao followed her, teasing, "What type of man does Mayor Wu fancy?"

Wu Qiangwei's expression froze, glaring at him with embarrassment and annoyance, but his eyes seemed to see through her, making her guilty enough to look away.

In the elevator, Wu Qiangwei felt uneasy, her awkwardness urging the elevator to hurry up in her mind.

Ding.

The elevator finally arrived.

Wu Qiangwei hurried out of the elevator as if escaping, but before she could get far, Song Guanchao grabbed her arm.

Song Guanchao pulled her into the hallway, interlocking his fingers with hers, tracing her palm lines.

In the dark hallway, their breathing was particularly pronounced.

"Do you like puppy types, or do you prefer the wolf types?"

Song Guanchao leaned down, his breath blowing on her earlobe, tickling, as if an electric current passed through.

"Stop it!" Wu Qiangwei had never been so embarrassed.

Originally, it was to deal with Wei Zhou, who knew Song Guanchao found out and even said it in front of her, she felt she was going to die socially.

Song Guanchao rarely saw her like this, irresistible in wanting to tease her, "Is the man you fancy surnamed Song?"

"I told you to stop, I'll get angry if you continue!"

"I'm just concerned about the Mayor."

"You just want to see my joke!"

"How could that be."

Song Guanchao lifted her chin, pecked lightly, then extended his tongue, licking around her lips, and finally pried open her mouth, drilling inside.

Wu Qiangwei let out a soft moan, shame dissipated, immersed in the ambiguous and sweet atmosphere.

"No, no..."

In a daze, she felt Song Guanchao tugging at her pants, hurriedly pressing his hand.

Song Guanchao stopped, looking at her, "Is there anyone home?"

"No..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Guanchao picked her up and walked out of the hallway to the door.

Wu Qiangwei regained some sense, looking at the door, hesitating, "I'm not sure."

"Not sure about what?"

"Not sure if anyone is home?"

"???

Are you kidding me?

Wu Qiangwei pushed him, "Don't come so close."

Then she opened the password lock.

The living room was dark, Wu Qiangwei stood at the entryway shouting, "Ru Yi?"

No response for a while, no one was home.

Song Guanchao asked, "What Ru Yi? The treasured object of the snake spirit from Huluwa?"

Wu Qiangwei's forehead slowly formed a question mark, taking a while to react to what he was saying.

"What a lousy joke." She spat, kicked off her sneakers.

Song Guanchao grinned, closed the door, and eagerly picked her up.

With Wu Qiangwei's soft call, Song Guanchao walked towards the room, unable to resist kissing her along the way.

The two had known each other for almost three years, with many flirtations and some unexpected moments, but every time they sobered up, they acted as if nothing had happened.

Song Guanchao knew that the main problem back then was their relationship.

One a secretary general, the other a secretary.

The superior-subordinate relationship restrained Wu Qiangwei for over a year.

Now though still superior-subordinate, at least not the leader-secretary dynamic.

One a mayor, the other a director, she can accept this relationship compared to before.

But it was just a preliminary acceptance, he can only climb higher but still can't dive deep to test the waters.

He believes in the principle of quantitative to qualitative change, with time, Wu Qiangwei will one day welcome him.

And before that, being a diligent admirer, enjoying sweet moments, is quite nice.

Entering the room, Song Guanchao grasped the jeans, this time she did not stop him.

Moments later, Song Guanchao was fully bare, Wu Qiangwei had just two obstructive strips of fabric.

One on top, one below.

He wanted to untie them, but she wouldn't let him.

Song Guanchao, content to enjoy what's available without over-demanding, let out a playful sound and embraced her.

Wu Qiangwei had long experienced his affection, his methods were just those few tricks.

But knowing them was useless, she couldn't resist.

The underwear soon couldn't hold up, he unfastened it, rounded soft chest rubbed and licked, and the panties below were already wet.

He rubbed against the panties, his tip polished bright.

He slowly crawled down, his tongue traced from the soft chest to the small belly, going non-stop.

Seeing him pass her belly, he smoothly pinched the panties, smoothly pulling them down, the tongue meanwhile reaching the tender bud, lightly pressing.

"Ah~"

Wu Qiangwei's legs suddenly clamped, blocked by his body.

Song Guanchao grabbed her soft legs, forcibly splitting them into a straight line.

The posture was extremely shameful, Wu Qiangwei instinctively covered her face, breathed lightly, "Stop, stop."

The shout not only did not stop him but instead intensified his motivation, becoming more vigorous.

"Ah, ah~"

"Don't, don't..."

Wu Qiangwei covered her face, her belly suddenly tightened, then slumped, then arched again, intensely up and down, her peaks swayed unceasingly.

Song Guanchao was ecstatic, unexpectedly achieving a milestone breakthrough today.

The only pity was the lights were off.

He really wanted to see Wu Qiangwei's porcelain white body, and her writhing, arching upper body in this moment of allure.

"Quick, quick stop..."

Wu Qiangwei's voice turned urgent, covering her face with both hands, suddenly pushing his head away from between her legs.

From her body's trembling frequency, Song Guanchao knew she seemed about to climax.

Song Guanchao suddenly sat up.

The abrupt interruption left Wu Qiangwei enveloped in emptiness inside and out, a huge sense of loss arose.

She bit her lip, instinctively wanting him not to stop, the remaining intellect stopping her urge to speak.

All this happened in merely one or two seconds.

The next second, Song Guanchao suddenly leaned down, seized her raised soft chest, pinching cherries, rubbing.

His head leaned to her side, nibbling her earlobe, tongue tip teasing.

His right hand explored below, two fingers smoothly slipped in.

At once, feeling warmth and tight embrace.

"Ah~"

The sudden entry was more stimulating than all previous teasing.

Almost instantly, under her elevated moan, warm currents surged within her belly, bursting the dam, rushing down, soaking the bed sheets.

She was excited, Song Guanchao even more so, alternating between deep and shallow exploration, her soft chest and earlobe almost played to the limit.

"Quick, quick..."

Wu Qiangwei unconsciously urged, even with a little cry, her belly arched up, actively meeting his fingers.

This Wu Qiangwei, Song Guanchao had never seen before.

The whole process continued for nearly half a minute, finally ending at her weak yet satisfied breathing.

She was done, but Song Guanchao was just starting.

He sat up, gripping her chin, gently lifting her small face.

Bathed by moonlight from outside the window, Wu Qiangwei saw the ferocity before her.

Perhaps due to lingering pleasure, she surprisingly did not resist, reaching out, opening her mouth, slowly approaching.