Faced with Song Guanchao's question, Zeng Li retorted, "You can't guess?"
Zeng Li's eyes seed to be looking at a simpleton.
Feeling ashad, Song Guanchao was sowhat overwheld by embarrassnt, feeling uncomfortable everywhere.
It was like a slacker asking a top student for advice, and the top student looking at the slacker with a caring gaze.
At this mont, Song Guanchao was the slacker.
No, Wu Qiangwei and Qu Xiangru were also slackers.
They hadn't guessed the answer either.
Thinking this way, Song Guanchao suddenly felt much better and more confident.
Song Guanchao coughed and remained calm: "Go ahead."
Zeng Li placed her thigh directly between his two legs, her knee pressing against him below, saying, "I can only help narrow down the direction; I can't guess the specifics, after all, you gave too little information."
"It's alright, just tell ."
"I don't want to say it here."
Zeng Li rubbed against him with her thigh: "Co to the hotel with , you give a massage, talk as you massage."
"...Still at work."
"I don't care, if you don't massage, I won't talk."
Song Guanchao gritted his teeth and told himself, the bigger picture is important!
This girl's mind has always been sharp; maybe she's really guessed sothing I haven't.
"Alright, wait for a mont!"
He went into the office: "Secretary, I have so ideas, need to go out for a bit."
Wu Qiangwei was stunned for a mont, seeing him seemingly ready to face fierce enemies, asked: "Where to?"
"To et soone."
Since it seed he couldn't say much, Wu Qiangwei didn't ask further, just nodded.
Coming out of the office, Song Guanchao headed straight for the elevator, Zeng Li happily hopped along with her bag.
Half an hour later, at the hotel.
Song Guanchao sat on the sofa, through the frosted glass of the bathroom, a graceful silhouette was under the shower, a seductive posture.
"Alright, go take a shower."
With the sound of the door opening, Zeng Li's voice echoed, wrapped only in a towel from the chest down, revealing fragrant shoulders and collarbones, slim and tall with curves in the right places.
"You showered, that's enough, I won't."
"No way!" Zeng Li frowned: "It's filthy, hurry up and shower!"
Unable to resist her, Song Guanchao reluctantly entered the bathroom.
Worrying Zeng Li might co in midway, he locked the bathroom from inside.
Sure enough, halfway through, he saw Zeng Li approaching, and then heard the sound of the door twisting.
Afterward, ca Zeng Li's furious voice: "Why did you lock the door!"
"Locked? No, it might be broken."
Song Guanchao thought to himself, these little tricks are still what she wants to play with .
Zeng Li angrily walked away.
When Song Guanchao finally ca out, she was still sulking, sitting on the sofa with crossed legs, ignoring him.
Song Guanchao asked: "Still want the massage?"
"Of course!"
Zeng Li humd and got up, heading into the room.
In the room, she turned to face Song Guanchao: "Help take it off."
"You take it off yourself." Song Guanchao tried to keep a distance from her.
This girl's body slled fragrant, her skin smoother than jade, her cheeks naturally pink without makeup, full of collagen, the vitality of youth, displayed vividly.
The towel around her chest was a bit tight, pressing her breasts together, like two fluffy buns, soft and white.
Song Guanchao slightly leaned forward to hide his reaction.
"Take it off for !"
Zeng Li looked as if she had him under control.
There is power not used, destined to be wasted.
This logic, she knew too well.
Song Guanchao sighed inwardly, didn't argue with her, grabbed the towel, and with one pull, it fell down.
Her flawless body, stunningly beautiful.
The right-angled shoulder and collarbone were elegant and delicate, her proud, firm breasts like two gentle little white rabbits, slender waist and full hips, the slight belly fat made her line more enchanting.
Though not his first ti admiring her body, seeing it would always make his blood uncontrollably rush.
"Cough, lie down."
He held the towel, pointed to the bed.
"You seem a bit nervous oh."
Zeng Li swayed her waist, stepping forward, arms around his neck, her body pressing close to him.
Song Guanchao was only wrapped in a towel.
As she got close, her soft breasts pressed against his chest.
The elastic, tender breasts instantly covered Song Guanchao in goosebumps.
Suddenly she raised a leg, with her knee against the towel on his waist, pulled downwards, and the towel fell.
In the next mont, she pressed her belly up too, wedging Xiao Song between the two bodies.
She gently twisted her waist, rubbing back and forth, Song Guanchao felt like he was about to explode.
"Brother Song, your reaction is huge."
Like an enticing demon, her bell-like voice carried a light laugh, echoing like a magic sound by his ear.
On tiptoe slightly, using the tenderness of that triangle, went to touch Xiao Song.
"Mm~"
Touched, she lightly moaned, Song Guanchao nearly lost control.
"Alright, quickly lie down." Song Guanchao held her shoulders, separating himself from her.
"Hmph."
Zeng Li's gaze filled with regret, showed her little tiger teeth, turned around, arms open, lunged to the bed, leaving a perfect jade back.
Song Guanchao exhaled, grabbed the essential oil sitting beside, poured it on her back, began to knead and massage.
"Talk."
"Why so eager."
Zeng Li's hands overlapped resting under her chin, said: "You repeat the words that scamr told you, down to the last word not missing."
Talking about serious matters, Song Guanchao beca serious too.
As he massaged her, he recounted the conversation he had with Tang Zhengqiang that day.
After speaking, Zeng Li didn't imdiately respond, likely thinking.
Song Guanchao didn't disturb her, focused on massaging.
Rather than massaging, it was enjoying.
Her body was full of allure, sensual charm, addictive, unwilling to let go.
A few minutes into the massage, Zeng Li said: "Situations that could influence the top two are limited to a few possibilities."
Song Guanchao said: "What you thought is what I thought, nothing more than major casualties or so economic issue."
"Major casualties can be ruled out, if it were, that ans it's already happened, but currently, no such situation has occurred in Lingjiang."
"And any economic issues affecting their political prospects must be in the billions at least, I went to the Finance Bureau this morning, nothing's amiss."
Zeng Li said: "That scamr said this news influenced not just the top two, but could get you exceptionally promoted, right?"
"Yes, he said so."
Zeng Li fell silent again, pondering.
After a few seconds, she suddenly said: "I know what the issue is."
Her tone was filled with confidence.
Song Guanchao was shocked, even a little skeptical: "You're not fooling ?"
"I wouldn't joke with you about such things."
She grew sowhat angry, Song Guanchao quickly apologized: "I didn't an it like that, just amazed how fast your mind works."
"Hmph."
"Quick, tell , what's the issue?"
Zeng Li sat up from the bed, turned around, glanced at his lower half, suddenly opened her arms: "Hold ."
Song Guanchao hesitated for a mont, just hugged her, she clung like an octopus, knees spread, sitting on his thighs, arms wrapping his broad back.
This amorous posture brought a certain point of both closely together.
Song Guanchao just prepared to shift slightly for distance, when Zeng Li said: "Don't move, or I won't talk."
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