He and Wu Qiangwei originally thought that Li Jun was pushing this project onto him because he was worried it would be a tough job with little gratitude.
But Chu Xiao’e said, the project approval was a sure thing.
That was strange.
If it was certain that the project would be approved, it ant that the high-speed rail would definitely be built.
And him, he was almost one hundred percent sure, he would be responsible for it all the way to the end.
He was all too aware of the considerable profits that such a public welfare project could bring.
Yet Secretary Sun and Li Jun actually took the initiative to give it up.
It made no sense at all.
Chu Xiao’e said, "I heard that Secretary Sun didn’t attend the eting yesterday, and Secretary Li also voluntarily withdrew."
Song Guanchao nodded, his brows furrowed tightly, attempting to understand the intentions of these two.
"They’re not putting you forward for anything good, be careful yourself."
"Right, I know."
Song Guanchao knew their intentions weren’t good, but he couldn’t figure out what their real purpose was.
Moreover, a project of this level couldn’t just be dropped by Secretary Sun and Li Jun deciding to pull out.
Their withdrawal must have been directed by Secretary Lu and Mayor Zheng.
Were the two of them plotting against ?
Song Guanchao raised his eyebrows.
He hadn’t been focused on them, knowing that they both wanted to advance further, but he had always felt that they wouldn’t oppose Wu Qiangwei.
But this move forced him to be on guard.
There was sothing definitely wrong here.
He needed to be cautious.
Seeing him deep in thought, Chu Xiao’e knew that he had sensed the problem.
She herself didn’t know much and could only offer Song Guanchao limited warnings.
Why Secretary Lu and Mayor Zheng pulled out, she didn’t know, but she was aware they must be up to no good.
Fortunately, the initiative was still with Song Guanchao.
He just needed to follow normal procedures and cooperate with the railway bureau.
As long as he could resist greed, he wouldn’t make mistakes.
Greed...
A light bulb went off in Chu Xiao’e’s head, and she seed to understand why they left the opportunity to Song Guanchao.
She was about to speak when she suddenly thought of Song Guanchao’s rcedes.
If she rembered correctly, Song Guanchao had retired from the military and then beca Li Fuhai’s driver.
His family background seed quite ordinary.
That rcedes probably wasn’t bought by himself.
Chu Xiao’e was a bit worried.
But so things, she couldn’t say directly.
Everyone has their pride, especially n.
Not to ntion, Song Guanchao was the Secretary of the Municipal Committee.
His pride, stronger than most.
If she addressed it directly, it might provoke his anger.
She hesitated, wanting to speak, but in the end, she decided to give him a hint.
"This project has a lot of profit, be careful yourself, don’t give people leverage over you."
"Hmm?" Song Guanchao was montarily stunned, then his eyes lit up.
Profits!
His thoughts suddenly cleared.
So that was it.
These two, they wanted him to make a mistake!
"Yes, I’m aware."
Having sorted out his doubts, Song Guanchao felt relieved.
If not for considering the identity of the two and the mutual understanding that they all silently agreed not to expose, he truly wanted to grab Chu Xiao’e’s face and kiss her hard right now.
She really had helped him a lot!
"Do you have ti tonight?" Chu Xiao’e asked.
"Probably not."
"Then you have ti to let know. My parents would like to invite you to dinner."
Song Guanchao blinked. Why would your parents invite to dinner?
Chu Xiao’e explained, "You saved Ningning, and they’ve been wanting to thank you in person."
"Oh, I see... Well, hold on, I’m really tied up with stuff these days and can’t get away."
Back in the office, Song Guanchao knocked and entered, reported the information he had just learned, and shared his own analysis.
"Secretary Lu and Mayor Zheng are getting restless," Song Guanchao sneered.
Wu Qiangwei did not express any opinions but said, "Just be careful yourself."
"Understood."
Song Guanchao glanced down and said, "Secretary, let give your ankle a rub. I’ll have to accompany Mr. He to survey a route soon, and I don’t know when I’ll be back."
In the past, Wu Qiangwei would have told him to get lost.
But after having massaged even her buttocks, now just her ankle didn’t stir any emotions in her.
She took out the red flower oil and, lightly touching the ground with her toes, swiveled her chair from facing the desk to the side.
Song Guanchao grabbed the red flower oil and squatted down in front of her.
Wu Qiangwei lifted her right foot, the black leather shoe with a short heel dangling off her toes.
Finding the squatting position uncomfortable, Song Guanchao simply sat on the ground, cradling her ankle with his left hand and removing the shoe with his right.
Her translucent, plump little feet appeared delicate and enticing.
Her foot shape was beautiful, with the arch’s curve resembling a work of art.
Song Guanchao poured on the red flower oil, pressing and kneading the sprained ankle with his palm.
Wu Qiangwei let out a muffled groan, her hands clutching the armrests of her seat.
Song Guanchao glanced up slightly. From his position on the floor, looking up along her calves, he saw her slacks clinging to her thighs, outlining a slightly raised fullness at the triangular area at the top of her thighs.
Above, tucked into the waistband, was a white shirt.
Above the flat stomach, a spectacular rounded arc towered.
From his angle, he could catch a glimpse of beauty through the slight gaps between the buttons.
His thoughts uncontrollably drifted, and he couldn’t help but think of the accidental happenings of that night they shared a bed.
Subsequently, his crotch embarrassingly began to tent.
Wu Qiangwei, noticing his gaze, deliberately looked away, but out of the corner of her eye, she sensed sothing moving.
She glanced over and just happened to observe Song Guanchao’s crotch go from flat to tented.
She was stunned for two seconds before she couldn’t help but say angrily, "Song Guanchao, what on earth are you thinking about all day?"
"Ah?"
Song Guanchao was bewildered by her rebuke until he followed her gaze and looked down, only to chuckle awkwardly.
He offered no explanation but focused solely on massaging her ankle.
Wu Qiangwei also did not continue to speak; such a topic would only beco more awkward the more they talked about it.
After a while, she sneaked another glance; the tent was still there, without a hint of subsiding.
She was frustrated and sowhat at a loss, which also made her think of that night.
Unable to help herself, she pressed her legs together, the flesh of her ample thighs firmly touching.
Then, she gently rubbed them together.
This was completely an unconscious action, and when she realized it, she quickly stopped.
She quietly looked at Song Guanchao and saw that he hadn’t noticed, letting out a sigh of relief.
"Knock knock."
The sound of knocking suddenly ca.
As Song Guanchao was about to let go, the office door was pushed open.
"Boss..."
Wu Ming entered the room, opening his mouth to speak but was frozen in shock by the scene before him.
Why was this guy sitting at his sister’s feet?
Why was he holding his sister’s foot?
Why was his sister’s face so red?
What on earth were they doing in broad daylight?
After standing in shock for two or three seconds, Wu Ming blurted out as he ca to his senses, "Damn!"
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