"Three legs?"
Liang Jiajia was montarily puzzled.
Don't people have two legs? Where did the third co from?
A few seconds later, she understood Song Guanchao's aning.
She glared at him, embarrassed and angry: "Behave yourself."
Then she redirected the topic to the case he wanted to investigate: "Aren't you the head of the City Governnt Office? Why are you investigating this?"
She always felt Song Guanchao was a bit unfocused, often doing things unrelated to him.
Investigating should be the police's task, handling reports is the Disciplinary Committee's job, and it hardly relates to him as the head of the City Governnt Office.
Song Guanchao sighed: "The informant first went to the Disciplinary Committee, but they wouldn't handle it, so they ca to ."
"How did the informant co to you?" Liang Jiajia still couldn't understand.
"I don't know either." Song Guanchao shrugged his shoulders: "Maybe my reputation is better?"
Liang Jiajia said: "Perhaps because you just arrived in Jiangzhou, they feel you have no vested interests with the local officials."
"That's probably part of it too."
"Then why did you take it?" Liang Jiajia said: "Taking this case could easily offend Secretary Zhou."
Song Guanchao looked sideways: "I took it precisely to offend him."
"Huh?"
"That old man has tried to ss with several tis; I've had a conflict with him for a while now."
"You should be careful; he's still the City Secretary."
So words remained unsaid; she was afraid Song Guanchao might lose against Secretary Zhou.
"Don't worry." Song Guanchao didn't boast, although he never thought much of Zhou Zheng, but as the greats said, you can look down on your opponent strategically, but tactically you have to take them seriously!
Even though Song Guanchao never took Zhou Zheng seriously, he's still the top person.
If he really wants to embarrass him, he can make it difficult for him in significant public settings.
However, Song Guanchao wouldn't give him that opportunity.
Avoid significant settings whenever possible.
And if he really dares to go that far, Song Guanchao is not afraid to flip the table.
After all, if things blow up, when it gets out, people will only think you, the leader, are intolerant, to ss with an office head.
"Are you free tonight?"
"Why?" Liang Jiajia asked knowingly.
"Want to go to a movie." Song Guanchao said: "It's been a while since we've dated."
Officially, they're a couple, yet they rarely go on dates.
"Then I'll take leave."
Liang Jiajia had always been a workaholic and rarely took leave.
Today's events caused her mindset to shift.
Suddenly she felt, work is important, but her relationship with Song Guanchao is just as significant.
She knows other won are around Song Guanchao, and if she remains as work-focused as before, isn't she just giving those won a chance?
Thus, she had to appropriately adjust the balance between life and work, leaving more ti to be with Song Guanchao.
"Let's go."
After taking leave, Liang Jiajia stood up and left.
Song Guanchao had booked two evening movie tickets, saying: "Let's buy so things first."
"What do we need to buy?"
"Clothes."
"I have clothes to wear."
"Look at what you're wearing."
Song Guanchao really didn't want to say it.
She dresses the sa for work.
Tactical pants, dark short-sleeve T-shirts, hair always in a ponytail.
Indeed, she looks valiant and smart, but lacks the cuteness and sensuality a young woman should have.
Liang Jiajia is a unique presence around him; at least other girls aren't like this, making it hard to find a substitute.
But always dressing the sa can be tireso.
Changing styles occasionally can spice things up and maintain the freshness in life.
Liang Jiajia wanted to argue, but held back.
Suddenly, she thought of Wu Yun.
Reflecting on the few tis she had seen Wu Yun, the other person was either in a neatly stylish lady's suit.
A fitted white shirt, straight-cut cropped trousers, and tailored blazer.
Or elegantly cool long dresses, short skirts, or girlish shorts, T-shirts, and sandals.
Comparing herself, she realized her attire was indeed too simple.
Stepping into the won's clothing store, and under Song Guanchao's guidance, she erged from the dressing room, seeing Song Guanchao's eyes light up, knowing the outfit she wore pleased him greatly.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror, her lips slightly curled.
A denim skirt, sleeveless beige tight-fitting thin top.
The denim fabric had a taut feeling, wrapping her fleshy yet firm pale legs together.
A slightly bigger step would cause the skirt hem to wrinkle, revealing a glimpse of thigh gaps, drawing eyes and eliciting improper thoughts.
Evidently not very revealing clothes, yet she wore it with a provocative allure.
"Looks good?" Liang Jiajia asked knowingly.
"Looks very good."
Song Guanchao whispered to her ear: "I wish I could do you right now."
Liang Jiajia's face turned red, she glared at him shafully.
This guy is so unruly, speaking such things in broad daylight in a store.
She glances down and notices the bulge beneath Song Guanchao.
She sneaks a glance at the clerk nearby assisting other custors, whispering: "Lust but no guts."
Song Guanchao raised an eyebrow, just about to speak when Liang Jiajia already headed to the dressing room.
He tried to follow, but the dressing room was locked from the inside.
Shortly after, Liang Jiajia erged.
She hadn't changed out of the outfit.
Song Guanchao was puzzled, why go to the dressing room if she didn't change?
After paying, leaving the won's clothing store, Liang Jiajia suddenly stuffed a bundle into his hand.
Opening his palm, looking at the soft bundle in his hand, Song Guanchao's eyes widened.
He looked at Liang Jiajia's lower body with a start.
He realized why Liang Jiajia had just gone to the dressing room.
This was going commando!
Liang Jiajia looked straight ahead; her cheeks blushing seed calm, yet the shyness flowing in her eyes wasn't missed by Song Guanchao.
Song Guanchao tucked the soft bundle into his pocket, grabbed her palm, entwining their fingers.
The friction from holding hands excited Liang Jiajia.
Although Song Guanchao hadn't said or done anything, she couldn't help but let her imagination run wild.
Arriving at the cinema, after storing their belongings, they bought drinks and popcorn and entered the cinema.
At this hour, the cinema was almost empty.
Even after the movie started, there were barely a dozen people, who all seed to be couples.
A few couples were already embracing, kissing, and touching just as the movie began.
Watching made Liang Jiajia's heart tremble, her nerves frayed, and her palms holding popcorn were sweaty.
She glanced at the movie but kept her attention on Song Guanchao out of the corner of her eye.
Ever since she handed him that soft bundle, the atmosphere seed subtly different, sustaining a delicate balance.
Suddenly, Song Guanchao's hand rested on her thigh.
Bit by bit, it moved toward her denim skirt.
Liang Jiajia tightened her thighs, unknowingly squeezing the popcorn box in her hand out of shape.
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