Zhou Qian's already rosy and flawless face quietly flushed under this sentence.
Her tender skin, as soft as a boiled egg, broke out in goosebumps as Song Guanchao's hands road over her.
She seed to be under a spell, forgetting what she should do, standing still and enjoying Song Guanchao's caresses and kisses.
The blue spaghetti strap dress she had carefully chosen for this eting quietly slipped down, pooling at her feet, revealing a charming body white with a hint of crimson.
Song Guanchao unhooked her bra and dipped his head to take her in his mouth.
Under his intense sucking, Zhou Qian let out a moan.
Imdiately after, Song Guanchao picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.
Water flowed over them like a lubricant.
Zhou Qian felt like every part of her body had been kissed and caressed, and the anticipation she had accumulated was fully released in this mont.
Her moans grew louder as she inadvertently opened her eyes and saw the impressive sight below Song Guanchao.
Her gaze was shy, and she lightly bit her lip, suddenly crouching down.
She noticed Song Guanchao was slightly stunned by her action.
She chuckled softly, then took him in her hands. Under his astonished gaze, her enticing red lips parted slightly and she took him into her mouth.
Then she saw a trace of satisfaction flash across Song Guanchao's face.
Though inexperienced, she tried her best to rely on her instincts to give him the best experience.
She didn't know how long she continued until she felt sothing more in her mouth, and seeing the contentnt on Song Guanchao's face, she finally released him.
Song Guanchao grabbed the soap and carefully washed her body. After exiting the bathroom, Song Guanchao couldn't wait any longer to pull her into the bedroom.
He drew the curtains and turned on the ceiling light.
As soon as she lay down, she saw Song Guanchao crawl over her, grabbing her thighs and spreading them apart.
Then, just as she had done in the bathroom earlier, he buried his head down.
"Ah~"
She felt an uncontrollable pleasure and thrill, making her voice and body respond on their own.
Until at a certain mont, the overwhelming wave of stimulation hit her like a tidal wave, causing her to grip the sheets tightly, her cries continuous.
Just as the wave was about to calm, Song Guanchao suddenly pressed her down, forcefully entering.
The unexpected feeling of fullness made her body spasm slightly, and her recently quieted cries resurfaced instantly.
The ti was now four-thirty in the afternoon.
Zhou Qian curled like a kitten on his chest, her face showing satisfaction.
At five, Song Guanchao's phone suddenly rang.
Looking at the address sent by Jiang Yiren, Song Guanchao finally rembered that Jiang Yiren had invited him to dinner tonight.
He had almost forgotten about it.
Zhou Qian saw him staring intently at the phone and asked, "Do you have sothing to do?"
"Yeah, there's a dinner tonight."
"Then you should go, I'll wait for you at ho," Zhou Qian understandingly replied.
"Co with ."
Song Guanchao quickly replied with a text, notifying Jiang Yiren that he'd be bringing soone tonight.
Zhou Qian was happy inside but said, "Wouldn't it be inconvenient?"
"It's just a regular dinner, nothing inconvenient."
"Get up."
Song Guanchao patted her bottom.
...
Receiving Song Guanchao's reply, Jiang Yiren's delicate brows furrowed slightly.
Bringing soone?
Who could it be?
His girlfriend, that policewoman nad Liang Jiajia?
Jiang Yiren actually wanted to say that she only intended to invite him alone tonight.
But she worried that if she said that, Song Guanchao wouldn't co at all.
After typing and deleting a few words, she finally responded with, "Okay."
Jiang Yiren appeared disheartened, her mood rather low.
After a while, she let out a self-mocking smile.
It seed she had always been imagining things, and he never really cared about her.
Her invitation tonight really held no special aning; she simply wanted to have dinner with him.
The ti reached evening.
Song Guanchao took Zhou Qian to the restaurant.
Jiang Yiren had reserved a private room.
Seeing the woman beside Song Guanchao, Jiang Yiren was a bit surprised, but not too much.
Zhou Qian, the star of Lingjiang TV Station, pursued by many leaders in secret.
She appeared suddenly here.
Moreover, the distance between them exceeded what normal friends should have.
Being a woman herself, Jiang Yiren almost imdiately realized as they entered that they were not ordinary acquaintances.
"Miss Zhou." Jiang Yiren maintained the politeness expected of a host.
Song Guanchao asked directly, "Why did you co to Jiangzhou?"
"For so matters," Jiang Yiren vaguely replied.
Seeing she didn't want to elaborate, Song Guanchao didn't press.
The al was served without any alcohol, and the conversation was quite trivial. If Zhou Qian hadn't been there to light up the atmosphere, the gathering would have been awkwardly silent.
Even so, as they had mostly finished eating and drinking, Song Guanchao was the first to stand: "It's getting late; I should head back soon."
"Mm." Jiang Yiren hesitated, as if wanting to speak to him alone, but found it inconvenient with Zhou Qian there.
Zhou Qian, sensing things, offered, "I'll go to the restroom."
After she left, Song Guanchao asked, "You wanted to see about sothing?"
His tone and attitude left Jiang Yiren feeling a bit lancholic and sowhat angry.
But then she realized she perhaps had no reason to be angry.
"I might be transferred to the Provincial City."
"Oh?" Song Guanchao was fairly surprised: "Congratulations."
Given the Jiang family's influence, transferring her to the Provincial City wasn't a big deal.
However, seeing her expression, sothing that should bring happiness seed to make her troubled.
"You don't want to move to the Provincial City?"
"I do," Jiang Yiren said, "But I don't want to go to the City Committee."
"I want to go to the City Governnt."
Song Guanchao was puzzled: "Isn't the City Committee better than the City Governnt? Besides, wouldn't it be up to you to choose between the City Committee and the City Governnt?"
Jiang Yiren shook her head: "I have no say in it."
Song Guanchao understood it was likely the decision of the Old Lady of Jiang's family.
She, like Qu Xiangru before, had to passively accept the arrangents of the Jiang family, without the autonomy to choose.
Song Guanchao asked, "So, you invited tonight hoping I'd help you get transferred to the City Governnt?"
Jiang Yiren neither confird nor denied it.
She seed to have so unspeakable concerns, and after a few monts of silence, she said, "Grandmother contacted Secretary Zhou, but I don't want to follow their planned path. I want to go to the City Governnt, but because of your connections, I can only go to the City Committee."
Song Guanchao was a bit dumbfounded: "Because of my connections? I don't have that much influence."
Jiang Yiren shook her head, not saying more.
As she ntioned, she had no control over this matter.
Song Guanchao thought for a few monts and said, "If you really want to go to the City Governnt, no one would make it difficult for you."
He didn't particularly understand the Old Lady of Jiang's arrangents.
Jiang Yiren wasn't like Qu Xiangru in the past; Qu Xiangru reached his position primarily due to his strong personal abilities. The influence of the Jiang family in his career wasn't negligible but not as significant as one might think.
If the Jiang family intended to mold Jiang Yiren into another Qu Xiangru, Song Guanchao could only say it was nearly impossible.
Jiang Yiren's personality destined her to never attain the heights of Qu Xiangru.
Logically, with the Jiang family's astuteness, they should see this simple truth, yet they insisted on doing so.
To be honest, Song Guanchao couldn't quite understand.
Jiang Yiren replied softly, then wanted to speak again, but her phone rang.
She glanced at it and said, "I need to go back."
It was likely a ssage from the Jiang family.
Song Guanchao rose too, and as they exited, Zhou Qian happened to return.
After they separated at the restaurant entrance, Zhou Qian suddenly whispered, "So big."
"Huh? What?"
Zhou Qian gestured with her hands in front of her chest: "Hers is so big."
Song Guanchao was baffled; why did won's focus always seem to be on such odd things?
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