Chen Yirou worked on the second floor.
The office layout was quite similar to Wu Qiangwei's, with a large outer office accommodating about ten people, and a separate private office inside.
When he arrived, a few people in the outer office glanced at him, but since they didn't recognize him, no one greeted him.
Although these people were mbers of the office under the Provincial Investnt Promotion Committee, their posts were at the provincial level, not the municipal level.
So usually, most departnts of the City Governnt didn't interact with them, and they had little understanding of the City Governnt, so it was normal not to recognize Song Guanchao.
Song Guanchao headed straight for the office and pushed the door open without knocking.
Seeing him co in, Chen Yirou inexplicably felt a bit nervous. Her large buttocks pressed down on the chair, squirming slightly, as if she was worried he might do sothing reckless to her here.
Song Guanchao had no such intention and asked directly, "Who was that person?"
"How should I know?"
"When did you see him?"
"A long ti ago, almost a month."
Chen Yirou said, "At the ti, I went to Mayor Wu to sign a docunt and happened to see him in the office."
Song Guanchao asked, "What are his distinguishing features?"
Logically, if one could rember soone after just one eting, they must have had morable looks.
"Features... quite handso."
"..." Song Guanchao was at a loss. How was that a distinguishing feature?
But upon further thought, it wasn't wrong.
If a stranger wanted to be rembered, they had to be either exceptionally handso or exceptionally ugly.
Who the hell rembers a common-looking face?
"We could check the license plate," Chen Yirou suddenly said.
Song Guanchao's eyes lit up; oh right, how had he forgotten about that?
"Do you rember the license plate?"
"I don't rember."
"..."
"But there are surveillance caras."
Song Guanchao's eyes lit up again—with surveillance, they didn't even need to check the license plate; they could directly see what the owner of the Benz looked like.
He turned to leave, and Chen Yirou said, "What's the hurry? Check it after we eat; it's not like we're running out of ti."
Detecting a hint of grievance in her tone, Song Guanchao cleared his throat, "Let's go, I'll treat you to a al."
"Hmph, no sincerity."
Though she said that, Chen Yirou was happy inside.
Song Guanchao took her to the restaurant where Wang Yu had treated them last ti.
Unfortunately, there were no private rooms left, so the two of them ate in the hall.
"I heard you reorganized your office recently?" Chen Yirou asked.
"So people think they're untouchable because they've been around longer, which annoys ," Song Guanchao said lightly, as if it was no big deal.
Chen Yirou said, "You'd better be careful. I've heard that those few section chiefs have a pretty good relationship with Secretary Zhou. If you make a big fuss and it reaches Secretary Zhou's ears, he'll definitely give you a hard ti. And from what I hear, Secretary Zhou holds grudges."
Song Guanchao was surprised and said, "You seem to know quite a bit, don't you?"
Chen Yirou gave him a sideways glance, "I've been working here for over a year, how could I not know."
Song Guanchao smiled and said, "Don't worry, no matter how petty and vengeful Secretary Zhou is, he has no control over the City Governnt."
Since he dared to act this way, he must have considered the possible consequences.
After the al, it was still early.
Song Guanchao asked, "Do you want to go to my place to rest for a bit?"
Chen Yirou heard the intention behind his words, looked ahead, and pretended to be calm as she said, "Is it far from here? If it's too far, I won't go."
"Not far, it's nearby."
"Do you have air conditioning? If not, I won't go."
Song Guanchao almost laughed out loud. In this day and age, how could there not be air conditioning?
"Not only do I have air conditioning, but I also have a water heater. If we get sweaty from exercise, we can take a shower."
"I'm going there to rest; why would I get sweaty?" she pretended not to understand.
Song Guanchao remained silent, smiling. When he drove back to the neighborhood, Chen Yirou softly exclaid, "You live here?"
"What's the matter?"
"The house you rented last ti, who did you rent it for?"
Song Guanchao was taken aback.
When he previously rented a house for Wu Qiangwei, Chen Yirou was the guide.
So she knew he had rented a place here before.
He maintained his composure and said in a casual tone, "I rented it for Mayor Wu."
"Oh." Chen Yirou's tone didn't change, and her expression remained normal, as if she hadn't given it much thought.
When they arrived ho, Song Guanchao turned on the air conditioning, touched her hair tips, and said, "You're sweaty, do you want to take a shower?"
Before she could answer, Song Guanchao's hand slid down from her hair, embraced her waist, and drew her close to him.
Feeling the strength transmitted from Song Guanchao's arms and his overwhelmingly masculine scent, Chen Yirou's entire body turned limp.
Under his caresses and kisses, her breathing beca increasingly heavy.
The clothes on her body were peeled off piece by piece.
Her skin, as smooth and fair as a shelled egg, gradually appeared in the air.
Having been busy with work lately, Song Guanchao hadn't indulged in a while, so his actions were rather rough at the mont.
He roughly yanked off her underwear, seizing the released "bunny" firmly in his hand, making her heartstrings tingle and causing her to moan.
Song Guanchao buried his head to suck, and Chen Yirou held onto his head, leaning back with a light exclamation.
Suddenly, he lifted the undressed Chen Yirou, his fingers sinking into the juicy flesh of her buttocks, carrying her into the room, and gently laying her on the bed.
Standing at the bed's edge, his eyes hungry with lust, he quickly removed his shirt and unbuckled his belt.
In a matter of monts, they were honestly face-to-face.
Seeing Song Guanchao's astonishing reaction, Chen Yirou, who hadn't had any intimacy for a long ti, felt her heart pounding violently, as if it were rising to her throat.
Her blood raced, and a faint flush spread across her creamy-white skin in her excitent.
Song Guanchao bent down, grabbed her ankle, and with a pull, brought her body to the edge of the bed; she gasped softly, losing balance and lying down.
Song Guanchao grabbed her other leg, leaned over, and placed her slender, tight legs on his shoulders.
Then, with hands gripping her delicate, narrow waist, he leaned towards "Yun".
Seeing her cherry-like lips parted slightly in response, and the lust-filled, longing eyes, Song Guanchao thrust his waist forward.
"Ah!" Chen Yirou's exclamation was soft; her body contracted, her raised legs instinctively attempting to close, bringing Song Guanchao a satisfying experience, prompting a long exhale.
After a mont of stillness, Song Guanchao began to thrust fervently, with the beauty beneath him moaning incessantly, the bed sheets crumpling in her tightly clenched hands.
Chen Yirou's cries suddenly ceased, biting her lower lip, staring at him with lustrous eyes.
Seeing her gaze, a rush of emotion rose in Song Guanchao's heart.
He cupped Chen Yirou's cheeks, kissing her, their tongues entwined.
In the throes of passion, Song Guanchao no longer held back, suddenly accelerating, his waist and back soon tingling with an electrifying sensation, pounding forcefully a few tis, letting out low breaths, releasing all his affection.
Chen Yirou clung tightly to him, her body contracting rhythmically like it was breathing, clinging to Song Guanchao like a suction cup, providing him the utmost pleasure.
The long-absent intimacy allowed both of them to achieve a confluence of body and soul, reaching the peak and lingering, savoring the mont.
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