Half an hour later, Song Guanchao ca out of the room after his shower.
He took out his phone, glanced at it, and replied to Jiang Yiren: "I just finished chatting with the Mayor."
Jiang Yiren didn't reply, but just as Song Guanchao reached the door, a door in the nearby room opened.
Jiang Yiren ca out, walked over quickly, and asked, "Are you going back today?"
"No." Song Guanchao thought for a mont and said, "You go back first. I have to stay to handle so things."
"Is it about that journalist?"
"Yes."
"I'll stay too."
"What are you staying for?"
"I... I can help you."
Her words didn't carry much confidence.
Song Guanchao instinctively wanted to say that she couldn't help at all, but he felt that would be too hurtful.
"This matter is quite dangerous."
"Are you concerned?"
"...Yes."
This girl just loves to dramatize things for herself, and he was used to it.
"But I don't want to go back, and there's nothing to do even if I go back."
Jiang Yiren said, "I can help you too. You can give so things to do."
She didn't want to be just a pretty vase to be admired; she also wanted to help him and be part of his work.
"Not this matter." Song Guanchao said, "It's too dangerous."
"Then I'll wait until you're done and go back with you." Anyway, she didn't want to go back alone.
Seeing her determined attitude, Song Guanchao felt a bit helpless.
He couldn't just forcibly drive her away, right?
"Okay, just don't wander around during this ti." Song Guanchao pushed the door open, and she followed him in.
Song Guanchao looked at her. Jiang Yiren said, "You haven't told yet what you're staying to do."
Before Song Guanchao could speak, she continued, "If it's inconvenient to say, then forget it."
"It's indeed inconvenient." The fewer people who know about this, the better.
"Oh." Jiang Yiren's eyes dimd, and her emotions dropped imdiately.
She thought she was very close to Song Guanchao, but at this mont, she felt a self-created sadness.
She didn't know what Song Guanchao needed to stay and handle, but it must be sothing important, important enough that he couldn't even tell her.
"Close the door." Song Guanchao sighed.
Jiang Yiren closed the door, pouted, and walked into the room with him.
Jiang Yiren, with her model-like height of nearly 1.7 ters, looked like an overgrown little girl, with all her emotions displayed on her face, without any attempt to process them.
Song Guanchao pulled out a chair and sat down, saying, "What I'm about to tell you, you can't tell anyone. If things leak because of you, don't contact again in the future."
Jiang Yiren's sparkling eyes regained their luster. She nodded repeatedly: "I promise not to say."
Song Guanchao pointed at the window: "Go draw the curtains."
Jiang Yiren swayed her plump hips over and drew the curtains.
The warm-toned light created a warm atmosphere, and Jiang Yiren looked at him expectantly.
Song Guanchao briefly explained the situation in Pinghai City to her.
After listening, Jiang Yiren's mouth gaped wide.
"Can I do sothing?" she quickly asked.
"What do you think?"
"I..." Jiang Yiren pouted, realizing she really couldn't do anything.
In this matter, she had no place to contribute.
Moreover, she indeed had no particularly outstanding abilities.
The most important thing was that what Song Guanchao needed to do was clear: to conduct visits and investigations, and reach out to local entrepreneurs to ascertain the validity of the matter.
On the surface, it seed like ordinary visits and investigations, but it actually demanded a lot.
Introverts weren't suited for this job; those who didn't understand interrogation couldn't distinguish key points, and inexperienced people could easily reveal their purpose.
Because this was not a regular investigation, Song Guanchao couldn't directly expose his identity, nor could he casually ask around like usual.
He had to conceal his identity, casual in conversation, seem unintentionally inquiring, and get the desired answers without the other party noticing.
Even among police officers, only experienced ones could achieve this.
Therefore, Jiang Yiren wasn't suitable.
Among the few people who ca to Pinghai City, only Song Guanchao could handle this job.
"During this period, stay well at the hotel. If the Mayor asks why you haven't left, I'll explain it to her."
"Okay." Jiang Yiren suddenly felt like a burden, unable to be of help at all.
This made her very discouraged.
Song Guanchao noticed her thoughts, thought for a mont, and asked: "Can you massage?"
"What?" Jiang Yiren shook her head in confusion: "No."
"You can at least give a shoulder massage, right?" Song Guanchao patted his shoulder and back and then lay face down on the bed: "Give a squeeze."
"Oh..."
Jiang Yiren walked over, kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and kneeled beside him.
Her small hands landed on his shoulders and back, gently pressing and rubbing.
Song Guanchao closed his eyes, enjoying her massage.
All morning and afternoon, he had exhausted himself with Lin Wanqiu and Wu Qiangwei. Now, he was feeling a bit weak and needed a good rest.
Lying there, he unexpectedly fell asleep.
Jiang Yiren listened to his deep snoring, a bit taken aback.
Did he just fall asleep like that?
Was he really that tired?
But he didn't do much in the morning, so how could he be this tired?
Jiang Yiren found it very strange.
She stopped her kneading, climbed up beside Song Guanchao, tilted her head, and stared at his face.
His sharp, rugged features, straight nose, tanned skin, his entire body exuded masculinity.
Jiang Yiren felt her heart flutter, inexplicably leaning forward to peck him on the lips, and then recoiled her head like touching electricity, her face blushing, eyes watery with a hint of autumn, fearing he would suddenly open his eyes the next second.
Fortunately, he slept deeply and didn't notice.
Once her heartbeat cald down, Jiang Yiren leaned in again and kissed him.
After several confirmations that Song Guanchao was sound asleep, her courage grew.
This ti, she leaned in and didn't imdiately dodge away. Instead, she extended her tongue, reaching into his mouth.
A completely unaware Song Guanchao lay motionless, like a corpse.
As Jiang Yiren continued kissing, she closed her eyes.
Her heart raced, bumps ford all over her body, and the skin beneath her clothes began to heat up.
After a while, she found herself unsatisfied, gently pushing his shoulders, trying to turn him over.
But he was too heavy. It took Jiang Yiren a good while to manage it.
After catching her breath for a mont, Jiang Yiren lay beside him, putting his arm under her neck.
Then she lay on her side, curling up into his embrace, continuing to kiss.
As the heat rose again, her body unconsciously wriggled, and her hand extended to caress his chest muscles.
As she continued to caress, sohow, her hand moved lower.
Recalling previous intimate monts with Song Guanchao, she mustered her courage, carefully unfastening his belt and unzipping.
Then, she reached inside his pants.
At the mont of grasping, Jiang Yiren's heart pounded fiercely. All sorts of nervous emotions tangled inside, causing her to briefly pause.
After a slight adjustnt, she gently started fondling Xiao Song.
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