Official Career Storm Chapter 111

The abrupt change in topic left Song Guanchao dazed for a couple of seconds before he could respond.

"Sunday..." Song Guanchao thought for a mont, and said, "That day at noon, I had lunch and watched a movie with Wu Yun, what about it?"

His reply was so natural that Liang Jiajia suddenly felt like she might have been overthinking things.

For a mont, she didn’t know what to say.

"You, you... you had lunch with her, why did you also go to see a movie?"

"She said she wanted to watch a movie."

"You!" Liang Jiajia suddenly beca angry again, "So if she wants to watch a movie, you just take her? If she wanted to sleep with you, would you agree to that, too?"

Song Guanchao stroked his chin, "Well, it’s not necessarily a no, considering I wouldn’t be at a loss either."

"Song Guanchao, you bastard!"

Liang Jiajia grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

Song Guanchao caught the pillow in his hand and, taking the opportunity, held her in his arms, smiling as he said, "I asked her to help check on soone. The eting that day was for business. I initiated the lunch, and she requested the movie."

He handed over his phone, "Look at the chat history yourself."

Liang Jiajia didn’t look at the phone, but after hearing the explanation, her mood improved significantly, "I don’t want to see it, and I’m not your who to be explaining this to ."

Song Guanchao flung the blanket aside, lifted her thigh onto him, and slid his hand into the gap between her thighs, touching her sensitive area.

"Don’t touch , ah..."

Song Guanchao leaned down to silence her lips, his right hand causing a rustling sound down below.

After a few monts, the two were in extrely close contact.

She sat on Song Guanchao’s lap, her legs wrapped around his waist in a position that was new territory for Song Guanchao.

"Ah, ah~"

Liang Jiajia cried out, actively twisting her small waist. Her plump, elastic buttocks lifted and dropped, each ti bringing an exquisite experience to Song Guanchao.

Her eyes were dazed but with a hint of lucidity as she said, "Don’t you, don’t you have to be busy?"

"I have ti for this."

Song Guanchao flipped over, putting her beneath him on the bed, and launched his assault.

Half an hour later, Liang Jiajia hung limply on Song Guanchao, her sleepwear in disarray, her panties hanging at her ankle.

They still maintained their position, as Song Guanchao intimately felt her warmth and tightness, asked, "Who am I to you?"

"Hmph!"

"Slap!"

Song Guanchao landed a smack on her large backside, eliciting a startled cry from her. Her flesh quivered like waves, suddenly tightening, which aroused Song Guanchao once again.

Feeling his swelling response, Liang Jiajia quickly tried to get up, "I’m going to sleep now."

But Song Guanchao held her tight, making it impossible for her to escape.

He grabbed her wildly attractive backside, bit her earlobe, and asked, "Who am I to you?"

"Nobody at all!"

"Slap!"

Song Guanchao smacked her again, and then gripping her large backside, he slowly lifted, suddenly letting go, allowing her to naturally fall.

"Ah!"

Her cry was seductive and trembling; her body shuddered uncontrollably, as if electrified.

They went at it again in a passionate frenzy.

Song Guanchao had been craving for days and could hardly contain himself. Even for soone with Liang Jiajia’s stamina, it was almost too much.

At this mont, she was completely spent.

But no matter how he asked, she stubbornly refused to say.

Song Guanchao glanced at the ti, it was almost two in the morning. He had to hurry and take over Lu Feng’s shift.

He laid Liang Jiajia down, covered her with the blanket, and kissed her forehead, "Rest well."

Liang Jiajia lay there with wide eyes. As he was about to leave the room, she suddenly called out, "Song Guanchao."

"What is it?"

"If you find other won outside, just don’t let know."

Song Guanchao was startled and was about to speak when Liang Jiajia said, "I know you can’t just have only , and I don’t care how many won you have out there, but please, don’t let find out, okay?"

Her eyes reddened as she spoke, her gaze misted over with a layer of tears, which made Song Guanchao’s heart ache.

He wanted to give her assurances but found he couldn’t.

Liang Jiajia was a smart girl; she knew that with Song Guanchao’s status and his capability, even if he didn’t initiate, there would be won throwing themselves at him.

She was crystal clear that Song Guanchao couldn’t possibly revolve around her alone.

From the beginning, she never intended to demand any status from Song Guanchao, so no matter how he asked just now, she simply did not respond.

"You go ahead with your work; I’m going to sleep."

Liang Jiajia reached out to turn off the light.

Song Guanchao quietly acknowledged with a hum and left the room.

Arriving at the residential complex and getting back into the car, Lu Feng was still staring wide-eyed at the room.

The lights in that house had gone out; the people inside were asleep.

"Did anyone co out?"

"No."

"You sleep; I’ll take the second half of the night watch."

"Alright." Lu Feng didn’t make a fuss.

One of them needed to stay energized.

Song Guanchao gazed at the darkened building, Liang Jiajia’s words playing over in his mind.

He had never been a good person, especially when it ca to feelings - he always put his feelings first.

If it ca to temptation, he could resist it.

It wasn’t as if he would take up with just any woman who threw herself at him.

Li Fuhai’s wife, Zhang Yue, would have been molded into who-knows-what if he had wanted to.

Liang Hao’s sister, a standard beauty, could stand naked in front of him and he’d still be indifferent.

Yu Lifang, still full of charm, comforted herself in front of him, but he only watched coldly.

Sister Lin from Yunhai Club, enchanting and beautiful, he rely had to nod and he could have had her in every way, but he wasn’t much interested deep down.

But to say he was faithful, that was nonsense.

Wu Yun was cute and naive, irresistible enough for him to tease.

He was well aware of Wu Yun’s feelings for him.

Maybe one day things would naturally progress, and sothing would happen between them.

He wasn’t averse to that; on the contrary, he was sowhat looking forward to it.

But to say who his favorite was in his heart...

The image of Wu Qiangwei suddenly popped into Song Guanchao’s mind.

He frightened himself.

Damn!

Why am I thinking about her?

Secretary Wu preferred the effeminate types.

At this thought, another surge of anger rose uncontrollably in him.

That damn effeminate Wu Ming, in collusion with the public security team, set up.

Once I’ve dealt with this case and find the ti, you’ll be the first I take care of!

After a good sleep, Lu Feng woke to a gloomy world outside the window, heavy leaden clouds promised rain.

"Boss, what ti is it?"

"Half past eight."

"It’s already half past eight?"

Lu Feng rubbed his eyes, straightened the seat, and looked toward the house: "They haven’t co out yet?"

"No."

"Then I’ll go grab so breakfast; what do you want, Boss?"

"Five at buns."

A few minutes later, the two of them sat in the car, munching on at buns, watching the house.

"They’re coming out."

Song Guanchao suddenly said in a low voice.

Three n erged from the house.

They wore peaked caps and masks, their faces covered tightly.

All three were about the sa height, around 1.72 ters, one slim and the other two well-built.

They were dressed in shorts and T-shirts, with no place to hide a gun on them, aning the gun was left in the house.

"Boss, should we follow them?"

"No need."

Song Guanchao quickly gulped down his last bun and said, "You stay at the complex entrance, I’ll go take a look in the room."

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