Official Career Storm

Chapter 1593 1593

Jiang Yiren was lost in the wet kiss with Song Guanchao, not even noticing that Xiao Song in her hands had quietly reacted.

It wasn't until she felt a suction on her tongue, which Song Guanchao wrapped around, that she finally realized it.

She was startled, thinking Song Guanchao had woken up, and quickly opened her eyes.

He still had his eyes closed, but the suction on her tongue was undeniable.

After a few seconds, she finally understood the situation.

This was Song Guanchao's instinctive response.

It was her caress that caused the sleeping Song Guanchao to have a physiological reaction.

Her small hand measured down, her heart pounding, and her body became even more feverish.

She uncurled her body, draping her long legs over Song Guanchao, engaging in more intimate contact with him.

She found her pants a bit of a hindrance, briefly releasing Xiao Song to pull at her pants.

Pulling one leg out of her pants, she eagerly began to rub Xiao Song with her plump thigh.

Slowly, her half-reclined body, like a magnet, inched towards Song Guanchao, the firm inner flesh of her thighs nearing Xiao Song.

Until she was completely lying on top of Song Guanchao, her damp underwear pressing against Xiao Song, letting him rub against her.

After a while, her body twitched lightly, her round, plump bottom moving up and down a few times, then she softened, lying on top of him, breathing heavily, melting into a puddle.

After a while, she got off Song Guanchao, rested her head on his arm, and her flushed face showed satisfaction.

Once her emotions had calmed down, recalling what she'd just done, she couldn't help but feel ashamed.

She lifted her head, glanced down, and seeing Xiao Song still standing, she gave it a light pat, muttering, "Naughty thing."

After lying there for a while, she sat up, put her pants back on, and zipped up Song Guanchao's zipper, pretending nothing had happened.

Then, she lay in his arms, closed her eyes, and fell asleep with a sweet smile.

Upon waking, the sky outside was already half-dark.

Song Guanchao opened his eyes, about to sit up, when he felt his arm weighed down.

Turning his head, he saw Jiang Yiren lying in his arms.

He had never admired her from this close.

He still remembered the first time he saw Jiang Yiren at the provincial city; the amazement she brought him was unforgettable.

Her supermodel-like figure, exquisite face like an angel's.

Although he'd never seen her body under her clothes, with his vast experience, he was certain her body was top-notch among top-notch.

He leaned closer, staring at her face.

Her tender skin was as soft and smooth as milk, white with a hint of red, full of collagen.

A young body is indeed desirable.

Mature women are certainly good too, but no matter how good, they can only serve as a side dish.

He gently pulled his arm away, sat up, admiring her side-lying curves, couldn't help but reach out, his fingertips sliding from her shoulder, across her arm, along her side waist, and gently brushing over her full hip line.

Finally, his opened hand softly brushed over her full bottom.

Her black women's suit pants, in her sleeping position, appeared tight, perfectly conforming to her skin.

In this position, her leg circumference appeared a bit thicker.

No, this wasn't thick; it was the fleshy plumpness.

Her hips were also tightly lifted, the shape of her round, full buttocks revealed, with a deep crease.

Even the shape of the lips below was clearly outlined.

Song Guanchao licked his lips, resisting the urge to act impulsively.

Though he was confident that even if he acted now, she wouldn't be angry upon waking.

But considering her position in the city government, Song Guanchao didn't want to cross that line with her just yet.

Lest one day Wu Qiangwei would find out.

He jumped out of bed, grabbed his phone and took a glance; it was already past six.

The exhaustion from being with two women during the day had been completely recuperated during this nap.

"Wake up." Song Guanchao patted her cheek.

Jiang Yiren opened her sleepy eyes, using one hand to prop herself up, murmuring, "What time is it?"

"It's already dark outside," Song Guanchao replied. "Didn't I ask you to give me a massage? How did you end up falling asleep instead?"

Jiang Yiren tilted her head, her eyes unfocused as she recalled, remembering what she did while he slept, her face instantly reddened.

Song Guanchao was puzzled, merely asking a casual question, yet why was she blushing?

So strange.

"Let's get up and grab something to eat."

"Oh."

Jiang Yiren ruffled her messy hair, went to the bathroom to quickly rinse her mouth and wash her face.

Song Guanchao messaged Lin Wanqiu, who had just woken up from a short nap as well.

Typically she only slept for an hour, but with how exhausted Song Guanchao made her earlier, she had only just woken up.

When the three of them met in the lobby, Song Guanchao remarked, "She's my logistics now."

"Oh." Lin Wanqiu had long seen that she had special feelings for Song Guanchao, but said nothing more.

Just as they stepped out of the hotel, a call from Zeng Li suddenly came through.

"Brother Song, where are you?"

Song Guanchao slowed his steps, so the two women couldn't overhear her voice.

"At the hotel, why?"

"Sister Weiwei and I just got back too, let's have dinner together."

"No, I've got things to handle here, tell the Mayor for me, she knows about it."

"Alright." Zeng Li puffed her cheeks, then added, "Then I'll come find you tonight."

Tonight...

Song Guanchao felt a tingle on his scalp; on another day, handling three women in one day wouldn't be a problem, even if it doubled.

But these days, it was impossible.

He truly had important matters to handle and needed to conserve his strength.

"Not these days."

"Why not?" Zeng Li reacted strongly; Song Guanchao actually refused her!

Something's up, definitely something's up!

"Did that vixen Jiang Yiren seduce you?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's serious business." Song Guanchao quickly said, "I'll tell you when I'm done, got to go now."

He quickly hung up and went with the two women to find food nearby.

After a few steps, his phone rang again, this time it was Fu Ying calling.

Evidently, she also wanted to meet for dinner.

Song Guanchao suddenly thought of Fu Ying coming to Pinghai City for investment promotion.

Perhaps, this matter could also score her some political points, allowing her to make some economic contributions.

Fu Ying was just an ordinary person, with a shallow foundation.

Though Wu Qiangwei seemed to be backing her, since Wu Qiangwei's promotion to the provincial city, the two had barely been in contact.

So, she was still fighting alone.

In fact, Song Guanchao had played a big role in her current success.

But Song Guanchao still wanted to help her further, because without external assistance, Fu Ying's future ceiling was quite foreseeable.

The head of Dujiang City was about as far as she could go.

Anything beyond was almost impossible.

With this in mind, he answered the call, "Mayor Fu, you haven't left yet?"

Hearing his title for her, Fu Ying knew he had others around him.

"Hmm, I'm planning to leave tomorrow." Fu Ying's tone was a bit disheartened.

She had visited several entrepreneurs today, but they showed little interest.

She realized that no matter how many she visited, it wouldn't yield results.

After all, Dujiang City was just a county-level city.

Even if someone had investment needs, they'd choose first or second-tier, or provincial cities instead.

"Haven't eaten yet?"

"Not yet."

"I'll send you an address in a bit, come over, I have something to discuss with you."

"Oh, okay." Fu Ying was slightly surprised, and a bit curious.

After hanging up, Song Guanchao caught up with the two women and said to Lin Wanqiu, "Later, the mayor of Dujiang City will be coming over. I plan to have her contact local entrepreneurs to inquire about Pinghai City's situation."