Official Career Storm Chapter 20

Wu Qiangwei was a light sleeper, and it was napti again.

When the office door was pushed open, the hinges creaked.

She furrowed her brows and opened her eyes, feeling a bit irritable.

Upon seeing what Song Guanchao was holding, she was montarily taken aback.

Song Guanchao walked over, set up a folding lounge chair beside her, laid down a blanket, and said with a naive smile, "Secretary, sleeping on this during the nap is more comfortable than the sofa."

Wu Qiangwei suddenly felt like laughing; she found this man quite amusing.

When faced with Li Fuhai’s sches, he had been ruthless, leaving no room for rcy.

To extricate himself from the predicant, he had risked remaining on the sidelines for life, bringing his pledge of allegiance to her and fighting for a slim chance of survival.

But now, he was grinning foolishly, making such a childish gesture.

She suppressed her smile and said sternly, "I prefer sitting when I rest."

"This way, you might strain your neck."

"Are you teaching how to do things?" Wu Qiangwei huffed, "How much?"

"A small amount..."

"How much?"

"Cough, two hundred."

Wu Qiangwei sat up to transfer the money to him via her phone.

She had reached out halfway when her face suddenly contorted in pain, and she withdrew her hand.

Then, her other hand pressed down on one shoulder.

Song Guanchao raised an eyebrow, "Strained your neck?"

Could it be that he jinxed it?

Wu Qiangwei pursed her lips and glared at him, thinking, this damn man really had a crow’s mouth!

Song Guanchao suggested, "Secretary, let give you a massage?"

"No need! Ouch~"

A sudden sharp pain shot through her shoulder, making her slender body tremble slightly.

"I learned joint manipulation in the army; whether it’s dislocating or relocating arms, I’m quite professional. It works imdiately after a massage."

As he spoke, he moved behind Wu Qiangwei, and without waiting for her reply, his hands were already on her shoulders.

Unlike the burly, robust bodies of his army comrades, Wu Qiangwei’s shoulders were as thin as paper.

Song Guanchao was afraid that he might accidentally break her collarbone if he applied too much pressure.

The mont his hands touched her, he instantly felt her body tense up, accompanied by a slight tremor.

Could this woman have never been touched by a man before?

Pushing aside his stray thoughts, he quickly found the right acupoints and began pressing gently.

"Secretary, does it feel a bit more comfortable?"

"Hmm."

Wu Qiangwei bit her lip, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush, unsure whether from pain or shyness.

This was the first ti Song Guanchao had been so close to her; he gently inhaled the fragrance of her hair.

His palms cradled her shoulder blades; they felt thin and lean.

Even through her clothes, he could clearly feel the elasticity and softness of her delicate skin.

They say won are made of water, and he truly experienced it now.

Song Guanchao couldn’t help but think back to yesterday morning when Wu Qiangwei was jogging in shorts and a sports shirt.

Underneath that suit, there lay a mature and alluring body.

Lost in his thoughts, he suddenly heard a moan, "Hmm ah."

This sound ca from Wu Qiangwei’s breath.

Clearly, she was too comfortable, unable to help making such a sound.

But that sound was far too enticing.

It resembled the moans of a woman in the throes of pleasure.

Rising and falling, lodiously lingering.

Song Guanchao, who had maintained his purity for over twenty years, struggled with such temptation.

Despite trying to resist, he found himself reacting inappropriately.

Wu Qiangwei, enjoying the comfort of the massage, suddenly heard a heavy breathe from above her head.

She instantly realized, embarrassed, that she had made such an inappropriate sound.

As for that heavy breathing...

It was obviously Song Guanchao.

"Okay, that’s enough," she said, her voice wavering; she startled herself.

Song Guanchao also suddenly snapped out of it.

"Oh, okay."

He let go of her reluctantly.

Seeing that he was still standing behind her, Wu Qiangwei said, "You can go out."

"Um, okay."

Song Guanchao turned sideways, bent at the waist, and slowly walked out from behind her.

Wu Qiangwei frowned, "Are you not feeling well?"

"No."

"Then why are you bending over?"

"It’s nothing."

"Turn around!"

"Let’s not ..."

"Turn around!"

Song Guanchao was in agony, he was sure this woman had really never touched a man.

Anyone who had been through this would know the situation just by seeing his posture.

Not like her who kept digging to the bottom.

Gritting his teeth, Song Guanchao turned around.

When she saw the tent he had pitched below, Wu Qiangwei’s small face imdiately turned blood red at a visible speed.

The usual composure was gone, her eyes panicked, and her tone even more so, "What are you thinking about in your mind!"

Song Guanchao’s brain spasd, spurting out, "Thinking about the secretary."

"Shut up!" Wu Qiangwei’s breathing was ssed up, "Get out!"

"Hey, I’m going!"

As Song Guanchao hurried to the door, Wu Qiangwei called him back, "Co back!"

"Secretary..."

"Wait inside until you go out."

Wu Qiangwei said this with her face almost buried in her chest.

But there was Tian Xue outside. If he went out now, he would definitely be seen.

She had just taken office two days ago, and any rumors would have a terrible impact.

Song Guanchao understood her concern and stood obediently in his spot.

But he couldn’t control it, the less he tried to think about it, the more it occupied his mind.

A few minutes later, Wu Qiangwei sneakily glanced and seeing that he hadn’t cald down, scolded, "Why are you still thinking!"

Song Guanchao smiled bitterly, "Secretary, I can’t control it."

"Close your eyes!"

"Okay."

Song Guanchao closed his eyes, but the images in his mind only beca richer.

His mind was filled with the sight of Wu Qiangwei running in the morning, his face flushed with excitent.

Seeing his reaction, Wu Qiangwei felt both embarrassed and angry, "What are you thinking now?"

Song Guanchao responded truthfully, "Thinking about the secretary’s run yesterday morning."

"Don’t think!"

"I’ll try."

"Not try, you must!"

"Secretary, you’re making it difficult for ."

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Wu Qiangwei’s mind, "Hand over the car keys, return to the city governnt tomorrow."

"Huh?"

Song Guanchao imdiately opened his eyes, feeling a chill all over.

Imdiately, he felt a rush of anger.

However, he then saw Wu Qiangwei breathe a sigh of relief, "It’s gone down."

Song Guanchao quickly realized and looked down, and indeed it had settled down.

His lips twitched, this woman was really using this situation to extinguish his fire.

"Go out."

Song Guanchao turned and left the room, only to see a man standing in front of Tian Xue.

Tian Xue quickly introduced, "This is Wu Qiangwei’s driver, Song Guanchao. This is Director Liu from the general office."

Director Liu smiled and shook his hand, "Secretary Tian just arrived, I ca to get familiarized. We should coordinate well whenever the secretary assigns any tasks."

"Mr. Liu, do you have ti tonight to sit down together?"

"Ah, it just so happens I have an appointnt tonight. I’ll treat next ti."

All from the City Committee, and seeing each other frequently, Song Guanchao must build good relationships.

As he finished speaking, he received a ssage from Liang Jiajia, "Working late tonight, you eat by yourself, I’ll find you when I’m done."

Song Guanchao said, "My evening just freed up."

Director Liu smiled, "It seems we are fated, see you after work then."

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