Official Career Storm

Chapter 1591 1591

Jiang Yiren sat on the chair in the room, holding her phone, the screen on the chat with Song Guanchao.

She typed several times, then deleted several times, and in the end just stared at the screen in a daze.

After a long time, she finally typed a sentence: "Are you back?"

One second, ten seconds...

Nothing each time.

"He should be back by now, it's been over half an hour."

"He must be talking work with the Mayor, no time to reply to me. Yes, it has to be that."

Jiang Yiren comforted herself.

And in the room a few walls away from the one she lived in, a snow‑white, lustrous body that could make blood boil was lying on the bed with legs spread.

On top of her was Song Guanchao's tall, strong, well‑muscled body.

He was kneading Wu Qiangwei's soft breasts, sucking on her tongue, his iron‑hard waist thrusting without pause.

The sheet beneath them had long since been soaked in a big patch.

Her jet‑black hair spilled like a waterfall, and that once‑holy face now held only lust, immersed in a pleasure she couldn't pull herself out of.

Song Guanchao withdrew his tongue, and as his hips moved he pressed as close as he could to her tenderness, feeling her warmth.

He looked at Wu Qiangwei's slightly parted red lips, the little lilac tongue sticking out; this face that was so proper in front of others now had none of the authority a Mayor should have.

At this moment she was just a woman drowning in love, a woman who could do anything for her boyfriend.

"Weiwei, let's try it?" Song Guanchao coaxed.

"No, don't~" Wu Qiangwei's lashes trembled as she opened her eyes, a bit of reproach and a bit of shame in them.

Song Guanchao licked her earlobe and asked, "Do you like me?"

"Hmph." Wu Qiangwei didn't answer him directly.

Song Guanchao took her earlobe into his mouth, his teeth lightly knocking it: "Do you like me?"

Wu Qiangwei couldn't handle his teasing, her heartbeat speeding up as she answered in a small voice, "Mm."

"What do you like about me?" Song Guanchao drew his waist back, gently pushed in a bit, rubbing side to side.

"Ah~"

That teasing, in‑and‑out taste made her react fiercely, and the legs she tried hard to close were forcibly blocked by Song Guanchao's waist.

"I like everything." Wu Qiangwei's voice was trembling, as if she was about to cry.

In this state, all the things she usually buried deep in her heart were drawn out one by one by Song Guanchao.

His questions went deeper and deeper, and more and more explicit.

Wu Qiangwei only felt an incredibly strong psychological stimulation; clearly the same rubbing as before, but now it brought several times the pleasure.

"When we get back to Jiangzhou, I'm going to do you in the office, okay?"

"No, don't."

"Do you want it or not?" Song Guanchao thrust his hips again.

"Ah~ I want it, I want it, in the office, in the bathroom, in the movie theater..."

Hearing her answer, the veins on Song Guanchao's forehead throbbed.

These words coming out of her mouth were way too stimulating; even he could barely handle it.

"Faster, a bit faster, mm, faster..." Wu Qiangwei clutched his back hard, urging him in a sobbing tone, clearly completely lost.

Song Guanchao's scalp tingled too, a wave of intense pleasure wrapping his body, like flames burning him up.

He lifted his waist, pressed Wu Qiangwei's legs together, and drove hard between the soft gap of her thighs.

"Ah, ah~"

"It's coming, it's coming..."

Her mouth opened wide, her eyes squeezed shut, and her lashes trembled uncontrollably.

Song Guanchao seized the chance and said, "Call me hubby!"

She didn't hesitate at all, obediently calling out, "Hu‑hubby, hubby..."

That word hubby was numb and tingly, melting straight into Song Guanchao's heart, making him feel like he was about to ascend to heaven from sheer pleasure.

He kissed her hard, wrapping around her tongue.

The next second, Wu Qiangwei's body convulsed violently, and Song Guanchao climbed to the peak at the same time, emptying himself completely.

The two of them hugged each other, the sweat secreted from their bodies soaking their skin.

Their lower bellies and chests rose and fell with their breathing.

Their rational minds slowly returned.

Wu Qiangwei's face was as red as blood.

The things she had just been guided into saying by Song Guanchao made her so ashamed she felt she couldn't face anyone.

She'd actually called him hubby!

This bastard!

Grr!

She bit him on the shoulder.

"Tsk~" Song Guanchao hissed in pain. "What are you biting me for?"

Then he saw her turn her eyes away in shame and snort softly, "Get up!"

"I'm not getting up," Song Guanchao said. "Let me press on you a bit longer."

"You're pressing the breath out of me." Wu Qiangwei said, "Hurry up and get up, you have to go do your inspection visit."

When it came to business, Song Guanchao had no excuse left.

He moved off Wu Qiangwei's body, and Wu Qiangwei also sat up from the bed. She glanced down once, then was so embarrassed she didn't dare look at him again.

She hurried into the bathroom, and just as she turned the water on, Song Guanchao suddenly walked in, startling her.

She instinctively covered herself, turning sideways to him, her clear eyes like a fawn's flustered and uneasy. "What are you doing?"

"Taking a shower." Song Guanchao walked over as if it were the most natural thing, stood beside her, and tilted his face up under the warm water to rinse off the sweat.

"You, you..."

Wu Qiangwei still wasn't used to being this intimate.

She could accept it when they were making out, but for now she could only handle it with the lights off.

When the mood was up, she could let go, even say things like she had just said that she would never say under normal circumstances.

But when she was sober, she still couldn't strip bare in front of Song Guanchao.

Let alone shower together; that was a very severe challenge for her.

Song Guanchao knew she was shy, so he went and turned off the light. The bathroom instantly went pitch black, with only a few scraps of light coming in through the crack of the door.

Her taut body relaxed at once.

But the next second, she tensed up again, because Song Guanchao moved closer.

"Mayor, let me soap you up."

"Don't..."

Wu Qiangwei was a bit helpless; her refusals were completely useless.

Song Guanchao grabbed the soap and glided it over her milk‑white skin, then worked up lather with his palm, sliding over her sensitive spots.

Her breathing gradually quickened, and after the foam on her body was rinsed off by the warm water, Song Guanchao suddenly lowered his head and took her peach into his mouth.

"Don't..."

"Don't what?" Song Guanchao smiled, his right hand resting on her lower belly.

The slight layer of fat on her lower belly felt soft and very pleasant to the touch.

After kneading it for a while, his hand slid downward, and when he explored further, her plump thighs clamped together at once.

She pushed at Song Guanchao's arm, but quickly changed from pushing to clutching, barely managing to stay standing.

"You just said you wanted it in the bathroom, didn't you like that?"

Song Guanchao teased her ear, his tone playful.

But this time, no matter what he said, Wu Qiangwei didn't respond.

Song Guanchao's exploring grew deeper and deeper. Feeling her body alternately tense and contract, he suddenly pulled his hand away, moved behind her, and pressed up from the back.

One hand kneaded her peach, the other cupped and pinched her chin, playing with her sexy, moist lips, then... pressed against her lips, inch by inch stuffing his fingers into her mouth.

Wu Qiangwei's emotions blew apart all at once; she took the initiative to wrap around his fingers, sucking on them, her pink little tongue coiling around them.

Her body also couldn't help leaning forward, her waist dipping, her round butt sticking high up, forming a perfect S‑curve, swaying back and forth with the thrusts of Song Guanchao's hips.