Official Career Storm Chapter 577

Liang Jianfeng arrived to find his daughter chatting and laughing happily with Song Guanchao.

He couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, and after Song Guanchao left, he and his wife approached and asked, "Jiajia, what exactly is your situation with Xiao Song now?"

Liang Jiajia replied, "We’re dating."

"He..." Liang Jianfeng wanted to say that Song Guanchao must have other won, but it didn’t seem appropriate to say sothing so blunt in front of his daughter.

Jiajia knew what he wanted to say.

She used to say she didn’t care, but in truth, she did.

But this ti, she suddenly ca to a realization.

She felt, sohow, that she could accept it.

And she didn’t believe that changing to another man would guarantee a lifeti together either.

People are fickle, temptations abound, infidelity is so common, there are few truly happy marriages.

She understood Song Guanchao. Even if he had other won on the side, he wouldn’t let her find out.

Last night, outside the kindergarten, she saw the woman who had previously dined with Song Guanchao.

That woman’s na was Lin Wanqiu, a journalist from the Ministry of Propaganda.

She had just inquired, and indeed, they had dinner together that night.

And when she had called, Song Guanchao truly had received a last-minute call from Zhang ilin to et with Minister Zhou.

He even showed her the call log.

He also told her what they had discussed at the eting.

It was a misunderstanding that night.

Of course, she also knew that similar misunderstandings would happen again in the future.

Even, there might be incidents that were not misunderstandings.

But now she was more open-minded, determined to enjoy the mont and not think too much about it.

Who could be certain about the future?

As long as Song Guanchao was sincere with her, that was enough.

...

Song Guanchao returned ho and looked at the staffing list sent by Minister Zhou.

He tentatively decided on three nas and planned to ask Xu Xin about them in the morning.

Xu Xin’s hotown was in An County.

Perhaps she had so insight into the officialdom of An County.

The next day, Song Guanchao t with Wu Qiangwei and sought out Xu Xin.

"Director Xu, do you have friends in the An County official circles?"

Xu Xin shook her head, "My family cos from the countryside; I only spent ti in An County for high school. However, my teacher counts as soone within the system. If Secretary Song wants to know, I can ask for you."

"I’ll send you a few nas."

Song Guanchao sent the nas and departed.

At noon, Song Guanchao prepared three portions of food, first delivering one to Chu Xiao’e, "Can you arrange a eting with Si Qingqing for ?"

"Tonight?"

"Right."

Just before the end of the workday, Chu Xiao’e sent a ssage: "Co to my place."

Was she hosting Si Qingqing at her ho?

It seed the relationship between the two won was better than he had imagined.

Having dealt with his work, Song Guanchao drove to Chu Xiao’e’s ho.

After parking the car, he climbed the stairs.

He had the code to Chu Xiao’e’s house and let himself in.

The living room was empty, and there was no sign of Chu Xiao’e.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of rushing water from the bathroom.

He knew Chu Xiao’e liked cleanliness, to the point of slight germophobia, but this seed a bit much.

He tossed his coat on the sofa and turned his head toward the bathroom, noticing that the door wasn’t shut tight but left slightly ajar.

Narrowing his eyes, Song Guanchao peeked through the gap and saw in the foggy shower stall a shadowy, alluring silhouette that stirred wicked thoughts.

He suddenly realized that Chu Xiao’e might be hinting at sothing.

Otherwise, why take a shower so early in the morning?

And to deliberately leave the door ajar.

This wasn’t just a hint, it was an outright invitation.

Song Guanchao glanced at the ti, it wasn’t even six o’clock yet, Si Qingqing would take at least half an hour to arrive, right?

And she would have to knock on the door when she got there, so there was plenty of ti.

He stripped off his clothes in a hurry, barefooted, he pushed the door open and walked in.

Chu Xiao’e stood under the showerhead, her head tilted back. Beneath the foggy glass, her fiery figure set Song Guanchao’s desire ablaze.

He slid open the glass door, one hand encircled her waist, the other reached up to grasp her fullness.

Pushing his hips forward, he slid down to her delicate crevice, pressing tightly against her.

He felt the delicate body in his arms tremble slightly, tense.

Bending down, he kissed her neck and pinched the soft breast in his hand, wondering why it seed smaller?

Could it be that it had been too long since he had touched it?

He let go of her waist and reached lower.

Just as he was about to part her buttocks to make entry easier, a strange female voice rang beside his ear, "Who are you?"

Song Guanchao felt a jolt through his body, frozen in place.

He jerked his head up, and the Chu Xiao’e in his arms had suddenly transford into another person?

Phoenix eyes, a sculpted nose, and crimson lips ford an exquisitely rare beauty.

Only now, her lively eyes were filled with panic and fear.

"Who are you?" Song Guanchao was baffled.

He even doubted whether he had walked into the wrong house.

At that mont, the sound of a door opening ca from outside, followed by approaching footsteps. Chu Xiao’e’s voice ca from outside, "Qingqing, are you done?"

As her voice faded, she suddenly saw a pile of clothes on the couch.

Were those Song Guanchao’s clothes?

Chu Xiao’e’s mind was a little dazed.

At this ti, a flustered voice ca from the bathroom, "Sister Xiao’e...."

"Click!"

Chu Xiao’e pushed the door open and saw Song Guanchao, wrapped in a towel with an embarrassed expression, hurrying out.

Si Qingqing ca out from the shower, her eyes red.

Chu Xiao’e’s eyes widened in shock, standing there stupefied until Si Qingqing urged her to close the door before she snapped back to reality and swiftly shut it.

"Qingqing, you, you guys...."

Si Qingqing pursed her lips, silent, hurriedly dried herself and got dressed before she managed to gently wipe the corner of her eye, "He thought it was you showering."

Chu Xiao’e suddenly understood and for a mont didn’t know how to explain.

In the living room, Song Guanchao had already gotten dressed, speechless about what to say next.

How could such a dramatic situation happen to him?

What baffled him most was why Si Qingqing would co over at this ti.

And why take a shower now?

Moreover, the two won had similar body types and were separated by the glass.

Perhaps the most speechless thing for him was from the mont he entered the room until the mont he embraced her, she hadn’t noticed at all.

If just one thing had been different, none of this absurd situation would have happened.

He felt a little uneasy until he saw the two won co out of the bathroom. He mustered up the nerve to approach, saying, "Miss Si, my apologies, I mistook you for soone else."

Si Qingqing wasn’t a fool; she could guess the layer of relationship between herself and Chu Xiao’e.

So, there was no need to hide it.

Furthermore, she entered before Chu Xiao’e and apparently had the house password; their relationship was obviously very close.

Si Qingqing only glanced at him once before shifting her gaze away. Any woman suddenly kissed and caressed by a strange man, nearly losing her virginity, couldn’t possibly be completely indifferent.

It had been a very close call just now.

Even though Song Guanchao hadn’t actually entered, he had pressed against her, that unbearable heat and hardness still left her body feeling a bit weak.

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