The City Governnt's disciplinary action against Yan Han has been decided.
Demoted from Deputy Director to Captain of the District Public Security Brigade, along with a severe Party warning.
The whole district police force was stunned by the decision.
They don't know the exact reason.
Few people are aware, and those who do are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Even if they wanted to investigate, they couldn't find out anything.
Zhang Yan has not intervened in this matter for the ti being.
The ti is too short; it's not the right mont to intervene now.
...
Late at night, hotel.
Liu Lanzi was leaning on the floor-to-ceiling window of the presidential suite, her thighs clamped together, calves spread apart, and her slender waist held by Song Guanchao, her raised buttocks making a "smack" sound with his continual thrusts.
Under Song Guanchao's diligent efforts, she climbed to the peak ti and again, until the burning love was sowed deep in the flower pistil.
The next day, Song Guanchao got up early, returning to party school before class.
"Old Song, you're here." As Cheng Xiang entered the classroom, he saw him and sat beside him.
He didn't proactively bring up last night's events.
Though their relationship was good, they hadn't known each other long enough to share everything.
The trainees gradually entered the classroom.
Jiang Yiren and Chen Yirou also arrived.
They naturally sat beside Song Guanchao.
Soon, the class began.
Song Guanchao sat upright, his eyes fixed bright on the podium, seemingly listening intently, but his thoughts had drifted far away.
It wasn't until his phone vibrated in his pocket that his thoughts were pulled back.
Lin Wanqiu sent a ssage asking him what he was doing.
After learning he was in Youth Class training, Lin Wanqiu wasn't surprised at all.
To her, it was strange if soone as outstanding as Song Guanchao didn't attend such training.
"If I had known, I would have told you before I ca." Although in text, Song Guanchao sensed a trace of complaint from her words.
"You ca to Lingjiang?"
"Yes." Lin Wanqiu replied: "Don't overthink; I'm not here to see you. I'm here for work."
Song Guanchao chuckled; these won were more reserved than one another.
He didn't expose her, always leaving her so dignity.
"When are you coming to the Provincial City?"
"Why go to the Provincial City?" Lin Wanqiu knowingly asked.
"I miss you." Song Guanchao's direct and bold words made Lin Wanqiu's heart race.
They hadn't seen each other for a long ti, usually only texting, and although their feelings hadn't diminished, they ultimately hadn't seen each other for a long ti.
Both ntally and physically, there was a strong yearning.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Then I'm heading to the Provincial City now!"
Faced with Song Guanchao's straightforward confession, Lin Wanqiu dropped her reserve and imdiately set off for the Provincial City.
Song Guanchao put down his phone, his expression sowhat excited as well.
"Didn't you co back last night?"
Suddenly, Jiang Yiren's soft voice reached his ears.
Song Guanchao turned his head, and nodded.
Jiang Yiren said: "There's a Sichuan restaurant nearby with great food; we went there last night. I'll treat you for lunch."
"Next ti." Song Guanchao said: "I have plans today."
Jiang Yiren was stunned, instinctively asking: "With your girlfriend?"
Song Guanchao didn't answer.
Jiang Yiren's eyes showed disappointnt, and she didn't continue asking.
After class, Song Guanchao found Teacher Yu once more.
Knowing he would be staying outside overnight again, Teacher Yu could only reluctantly agree.
As long as he didn't interfere with his coursework, going outside was fine.
By noon, Lin Wanqiu arrived in the Provincial City.
Song Guanchao checked the ti; it was not yet twelve, and the afternoon class wouldn't start until two, leaving plenty of ti.
"Let know when you're at the party school gate, and I'll take you for good food."
After hanging up, Song Guanchao found Jiang Yiren, about to head to the cafeteria for lunch: "Where's the Sichuan restaurant you ntioned this morning?"
Jiang Yiren thought his plans were canceled and he wanted to go with her: "I'll show you."
"No need, I'll go on my own later."
"You... with friends?"
Jiang Yiren then realized she had overthought.
She felt indescribably uncomfortable but still forced a smile: "I'll send you the address."
After receiving the address, Song Guanchao glanced at it; indeed, it wasn't far—not even a ten-minute walk away.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
Jiang Yiren feigned a carefree smile, heading toward the cafeteria.
Beside her, Chen Yirou secretly shook her head, thinking Song Guanchao was quite oblivious.
Despite Jiang Yiren's obvious behavior, he hadn't noticed anything.
About twenty minutes later, Lin Wanqiu arrived.
Song Guanchao walked to the entrance, spotting a slender figure standing outside from afar.
Lin Wanqiu wore cuffed denim pants with a light yellow short-sleeved t-shirt on top, layered with a denim jacket, sunglasses perched on her nose, covering most of her face.
Her thick, beautiful hair was smoothed down by a baseball cap.
A simple outfit exuding youthful energy.
The two hadn't seen each other for a long ti, feeling slightly shy from proximity, along with a sense of familiarity mixed with unfamiliarity.
It felt like eting face-to-face suddenly for the first ti after a long virtual relationship.
The familiarity online still results in a degree of distance and unfamiliarity when eting in reality.
"Let's go eat."
Song Guanchao walked over, taking her hand.
At the mont their fingers interlocked, he felt Lin Wanqiu's body slightly tremble.
Even though they had fully explored each other's bodies, the physical contact after being apart for so long still brought the tension of a first intimate touch.
Not far away, Jiang Yiren, Chen Yirou, and Cheng Xiang had just co out of the cafeteria, planning to take a stroll outside, when they happened upon this scene.
Cheng Xiang widened his eyes, montarily petrified.
What did he just witness?
Song Guanchao was holding hands with a woman!
And not the woman from yesterday either!
But a completely unfamiliar woman!
Chen Yirou opened her mouth, unsure what to say.
First, they exchanged glances, then looked over at Jiang Yiren.
Jiang Yiren's expression was calm, but a trace of bitterness flashed deep in her eyes.
...
The Sichuan restaurant recomnded by Jiang Yiren was indeed quite tasty.
"How long are you staying this ti?" Song Guanchao asked.
"Leaving the day after tomorrow."
"So soon?"
Song Guanchao had thought she'd stay a few more days.
"Well then, we can't waste these two days."
Song Guanchao muttered a phrase, suddenly calling over a server: "One stir-fried kidney dish, please."
Across from him, Lin Wanqiu's cheeks flushed with red; she glared at him angrily, forcefully stepping on his foot under the table.
After the server left, she spat softly: "Always thinking of that kind of thing."
Song Guanchao grabbed her ankle, helplessly saying: "I can't take leave during training. You're leaving early; if you stayed through the weekend, I could show you around Provincial City."
"With such a short ti, all I can do is make sure you have a good ti within the limited ti."
Song Guanchao pulled her ankle closer to his crotch, saying: "I've saved up quite a bit over this ti; I'll give it all to you later!"
Listening to him speaking such vulgar words so seriously, Lin Wanqiu's mind uncontrollably imagined an alluring scene, her body experiencing a noticeable response, heart beating incredibly fast, unable to resist the anticipation.
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