Official Career Storm

Chapter 1586 1586

"Is there really such a thing?"

Song Guanchao's expression turned peculiar as well.

Wu Qiangwei said, "I need to stay in Pinghai for a few more days. You should go back with them tomorrow."

She wanted to stay and meet these entrepreneurs.

Even though she couldn't fully understand it, it was undoubtedly a good thing.

Strike while the iron is hot, and perhaps she could bring a few enterprises to settle in Jiangzhou.

Song Guanchao responded with a hum, stood up, and looked at her with a smile.

Wu Qiangwei turned her gaze away and said, insincerely, "You should go back; I need to rest."

"That's a coincidence, I need to rest too. Let's do it together."

"Don't..."

Song Guanchao pulled her up and kissed her without hesitation.

A moment later, she was left completely naked by Song Guanchao, without even her underwear.

Her tolerance level was increasing.

Song Guanchao planned to take another step tonight and taste her sweet lips.

He picked up Wu Qiangwei, walked into the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and let it flow over them.

His fingertips roamed over her soft waist and abdomen, discovering and dancing like playing piano keys.

Every time his fingers moved, her body would tremble along.

Song Guanchao kissed her neck and took the opportunity to make a request, "Weiwei, can you kiss me?"

Wu Qiangwei gasped softly and lifted her head, her eyes shy and timid, pecking his lips.

Song Guanchao said, "That's not the spot."

Wu Qiangwei's passionate eyes flickered with confusion.

Soon, she understood and coyly said, "No."

Song Guanchao transformed into a clingy little devil, exploring while saying, "Just give me a kiss."

Wu Qiangwei remained silent, pretending not to hear.

Song Guanchao sighed and said, "Sigh, it's frustrating to see but not taste."

She listened quietly without any reaction.

But actually, every time she saw Song Guanchao's frustrated expression, her heart wavered.

When it came to that step, she couldn't make up her mind.

If it hadn't been interrupted by Bai Ruyi initially, she might have naturally accepted it due to the atmosphere.

But after missing those opportunities, she always felt shy and ashamed when Song Guanchao approached.

Looking at this muscular and masculine man behaving like a boy, she felt a mix of emotions.

"Wash yourself clean," Wu Qiangwei whispered softly.

Song Guanchao was stunned, barely believing his ears, "What?"

Seeing her blushing look, Song Guanchao was sure he hadn't misheard.

He eagerly grabbed the showerhead, washing thoroughly as if wishing to scrub off a layer of skin.

This eager anticipation made Wu Qiangwei even more shy.

"Alright!" Song Guanchao said, "Shall we go to bed?"

"You go first." She needed to prepare, although Song Guanchao didn't know what there was to prepare.

He dried himself off and lay on the bed, filled with anticipation.

Almost ten minutes later, Wu Qiangwei came out wearing a bathrobe.

A beauty stepping out of the bath, like a lotus, delicate and gentle.

She came to the bedside, drying her hair, seeing Song Guanchao's prideful display, her heart raced.

Once she finished, she walked over and turned off the light, and Song Guanchao sighed inwardly, of course, the lights must be off.

The room plunged into darkness; Wu Qiangwei got on the bed, and Song Guanchao heard the sound of her opening the bathrobe.

In the dark, her silhouette was equally clear, and Song Guanchao saw her chest's rhythmic movement, the slightly raised peaks indicating her aroused state.

She must be anticipating it too.

Song Guanchao's thoughts wandered as Wu Qiangwei sat beside him, bending down.

Then, she held Xiao Song, head slowly lowering, her hair falling first.

Until... she explored with her little tongue, gently touching.

Song Guanchao's body instantly tensed.

She thought Song Guanchao wouldn't be nervous, but he seemed even more tense than her.

Wu Qiangwei chuckled softly and continued her tentative exploration, gradually increasing the intensity.

A few minutes later, her tongue had wrapped around Xiao Song, sliding gently down and up repeatedly.

Song Guanchao wanted to urge her but feared that it might startle her, so he held back.

Suddenly, she stopped, her tongue pressed against the large head.

Song Guanchao knew she was about to begin the main act.

She paused to prepare mentally.

She didn't make Song Guanchao wait long; a few seconds later, Wu Qiangwei opened her small mouth and kissed him deeply.

Her soft lips gradually enveloped him, inch by inch...

Until she completely consumed him.

Song Guanchao grabbed the sheets tightly, his muscles tensed.

His breath was heavy like a bellows, blood rushing to his head.

His state made Wu Qiangwei's emotions inexplicably stirred.

She leaned on Song Guanchao's abs, her head moving up and down, gradually getting into rhythm.

Unknowingly, Song Guanchao sat up, stroking her hair, his hands caressing her cheeks, teasing her lips, then sliding down her back to her rounded hips, already wet like a marshalling yard.

He explored within, alternating between deep and shallow strokes.

Wu Qiangwei's kneeling body trembled, convulsing.

Suddenly, she felt herself lifted into his embrace.

When she fell back, she found herself sprawled over Song Guanchao.

Her hips hovering over Song Guanchao's face.

Before she could react, she felt a sudden kiss.

This posture embarrassed her to the extreme.

She quickly released, her voice tender yet firm, "No...ah~"

Song Guanchao held her hips, savoring her, and slapped gently, "Don't stop."

Wu Qiangwei bit her lips, her shame exploding.

Beyond shame was a tidal wave of stimulation.

She lowered her head again, gaze dreamy, she was utterly lost.

Eventually, they paused.

Wu Qiangwei's small face rested on his thigh for a while before she slowly sat up.

She tried to get off the bed, discovering her legs were too weak and sore.

Song Guanchao sat up, picked her up, and walked to the bathroom.

A few minutes later, they returned to bed.

Song Guanchao cradled her like a child, satisfied.

...

The next day, when Song Guanchao awoke, Wu Qiangwei was already gone.

He grabbed his phone to check the time; it was already nine, with several missed calls.

Some were from last night, some from this morning.

Last night he had set it to silent, not wanting to be disturbed.

He picked up his clothes to put on, peering through the peephole to ensure no one was outside, then returned to his room to change his clothes.

He returned calls to the girls; Zeng Li accompanied Wu Qiangwei to visit local entrepreneurs, Jiang Yiren was waiting at the hotel to go back with him.

Fu Ying wasn't leaving today; she planned to visit the entrepreneurs she met at the gala yesterday.

Knowing Song Guanchao was leaving today, she felt a little reluctant but didn't ask him to stay.

Song Guanchao was now the City Government's steward; unless there was an important matter, he couldn't linger outside for too long.

After hanging up, he met Jiang Yiren in the corridor, "Let's get some food first, and then come back to pack."

Leaving the guesthouse, Song Guanchao suddenly saw a familiar figure—Lin Wanqiu.

He almost thought he was mistaken, rubbed his eyes, but it was indeed her!

How could she be here?

Song Guanchao suppressed his puzzlement and walked towards Lin Wanqiu, who was waiting for a car outside the hotel, "Wanqiu!"