Official Career Storm

Chapter 1584 1584

Wu Ming smiled broadly, looking at Song Guanchao.

The three girls stopped and turned around, looking at Song Guanchao.

Song Guanchao's temple twitched, but his reaction was quick. He widened his eyes and pointed at Wu Ming, "Old Wu, how can you slander me?"

"You were clearly the one staring at Secretary Shu's butt and secretly taking pictures of her back, how did this become about me?"

Shu Xue immediately looked at Wu Ming.

Wu Ming was stunned for a second: "I..."

Song Guanchao didn't give him a chance to explain: "Sigh, Old Wu, that's not how you chase after a girl. If you want Secretary Shu's attention, you can just pursue her directly. What era are you living in, playing these childish games?"

He patted Wu Ming on the shoulder and turned to Shu Xue, "Secretary Shu, Old Wu likes you. Do you like Old Wu?"

Shu Xue politely smiled, "Director Song, you really know how to joke."

"Well, Secretary Shu isn't interested in you. Old Wu, you should give up on this idea."

"..." Wu Ming secretly cursed in his heart, why the heck did I provoke him?

...

They stayed at the beach until dark and went to a nearby seafood stall, ordering a table full of sumptuous seafood, eating joyfully.

On the way back to the guesthouse, Song Guanchao's phone rang.

"Fu Ying?" Seeing the caller, Song Guanchao was a bit surprised.

He hadn't been in contact with this old classmate for some time.

Fu Ying is now the Mayor of Dujiang City, extremely busy with work, and rarely contacts him.

Song Guanchao has even more on his plate, often too busy to even touch the ground and has no time to visit her.

Calculating the time, it's almost been half a year since they last met.

He fell a few steps behind and answered the call, "Not busy recently?"

"Where are you staying?" Fu Ying's question left Song Guanchao a bit confused.

"I'm not in Jiangzhou." He thought Fu Ying had come to Jiangzhou.

"I know," Fu Ying said, "I just saw you."

Song Guanchao was surprised, "You're in Pinghai City?"

"Yeah," Fu Ying repeated, "Where are you staying?"

"The guesthouse."

"I'm staying at the guesthouse too, talk to you later."

Fu Ying hung up, quickly sending over her room number, the meaning could not be clearer.

Song Guanchao glanced at it, luckily, they weren't on the same floor.

But tonight, he was a bit unsure how to allocate his time.

If Zeng Li weren't there, he'd stubbornly stay in Wu Qiangwei's room tonight, holding her to sleep.

With Zeng Li, this plan wouldn't work.

They already had some quality time this afternoon, so if he didn't go to her tonight, she wouldn't think much of it.

After all, I fed her twice this afternoon, even if I don't go, she'd think I'm conserving energy and spirit for tomorrow's charity banquet.

Still, I should go.

It's not necessary to do anything, but I should go over.

Then I'll visit Zeng Li and do my duty first.

Zeng Li is petite and delicate, not a match for Song Guanchao, easy to deal with.

Lastly, I'll visit Fu Ying. It's been a while since we met, and Fu Ying, who has experienced it before, is ready to battle with me till morning.

Having mentally organized his plan and checked it over to make sure nothing was forgotten, Song Guanchao stretched his back; a full-scale battle awaited him tonight.

Back at the guesthouse, Song Guanchao first went to his room to wash up, grabbed his phone, and replied to Zeng Li, who kept pestering him, telling her he was going to chat with Wu Qiangwei.

After tossing his phone aside, he knocked on Wu Qiangwei's door.

Seeing him at the door, Wu Qiangwei looked a bit helpless.

Though she's never been in a relationship, she felt Song Guanchao's energy was too overwhelming.

They'd just spent an intimate hour that afternoon, and now he wanted more...

Even with dark circles under his eyes, he wouldn't rest properly.

"What's up?" Wu Qiangwei frowned, not letting him in.

"Ahem, just wanted to talk about work with the Mayor."

"Talk here then."

"Uh..."

"If there's nothing else, go back," Wu Qiangwei said, "Rest early, you have the banquet to attend tomorrow."

"The charity banquet is at night."

"You still need to rest well," Wu Qiangwei wouldn't let him in, and closed the door after speaking.

Song Guanchao grinned awkwardly for a while before turning back.

He didn't go directly to Zeng Li's, there was no telling if Wu Qiangwei was peeking from behind the door.

After staying in his room for two minutes, he messaged Zeng Li, asking her to leave her door open, he'd be there soon.

As soon as Zeng Li replied, he headed out, pushing the already ajar door open.

Inside, Zeng Li, wrapped in a robe, sat up on the bed, smiling like a flower as she looked at him.

As he approached, Zeng Li grasped her robe, slowly unfolding it.

Beneath the robe was only a small camisole and a barely-there lace panty.

Her shapely figure, skin smooth as jade, and rosy face carried a trace of allure.

Song Guanchao stepped over and picked her up.

Half an hour later, Song Guanchao got up to dress, leaving Zeng Li lying slumped on the bed, her fair buttocks covered in red handprints, bite marks all over her body, and tear stains at the corners of her eyes.

She'd nearly been played to death.

Back in his room, Song Guanchao picked up his phone and saw several unread messages.

Shu Xue: I heard the evening sea in Pinghai City is beautiful.

Is she asking me to go see the sea?

Not right, her purpose isn't to see the sea; she's trying to devour me.

Song Guanchao had made things clear to her before, but she seemed relentless, still probing.

Song Guanchao ignored it and looked at a message from Jiang Yiren: "I can't sleep."

If you can't sleep, then let's have some fun!

Song Guanchao didn't reply; he didn't know how to respond.

He grabbed his phone and headed out.

Fu Ying lived downstairs, no need to hide anything, and soon, there's no need to muffle her calls, let her scream her heart out.

"Open the door," Song Guanchao put down his phone.

Click-click.

The door opened.

Fu Ying, having taken a bath, wore pajamas with cartoon prints, still so beautiful, still so gentle, her eyes holding the love for Song Guanchao and the shyness of their long-awaited reunion.

This close affection carried a slightly familiar strangeness.

But Song Guanchao liked this feeling.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and this feeling allowed him to relive the freshness of his first intimate experience with Fu Ying.

He closed the door, looked at the woman in front of him, and asked, "Had a bath?"

"Yeah."

"Want to have another?"

His bold words made her heart race, the faint ambiguity rising.

A light blush appeared on her cheeks, her eyes like pools of autumn water.

Just as she was about to speak, Song Guanchao suddenly reached out to touch her face.

Her body trembled slightly, shoulders shrinking back instinctively half a step.

Song Guanchao took a step closer, closing the gap, leaning down to kiss her lips.

Fu Ying's beautiful eyes half-closed, her lashes fluttering as she lifted her small face to welcome his kiss.

When their lips met, she gave a soft moan and fell into Song Guanchao's arms.

With practiced ease, Song Guanchao removed her clothing and his own, holding her shoulder, he danced like waltzing into the bathroom.