Official Career Storm Chapter 710

At this hour, the hotel was empty, with only the front desk and Song Guanchao, who had co to check in late at night.

Song Guanchao held the room card and walked into the elevator with her.

They exited the elevator, found their room, swiped the card, and entered.

Song Guanchao placed the room card in the power slot and turned on the lights.

Looking at the large bed in the room, Song Guanchao offered, "I’ll have housekeeping bring a blanket up, and I’ll sleep on the floor."

Wu Qiangwei looked at him with a smile, not saying a word, just watching him quietly.

Song Guanchao was just saying it; he thought Wu Qiangwei would refuse.

However, Wu Qiangwei continued looking at him without speaking, making him feel a bit stuck.

Gritting his teeth, he walked over, picked up the phone, and called housekeeping: "Hello, do you have an extra blanket?"

"Yes, we do."

"Oh, okay, got it."

After hanging up, Song Guanchao said regretfully, "There are no extra blankets."

Wu Qiangwei suppressed a smile, let out an "oh," and walked over to take the phone from him: "Let ask."

Song Guanchao was startled, snatched the phone, and hung it up directly: "No need to ask, it’s not cold, I can just sleep on the floor without a blanket."

He couldn’t let her call; it would expose the lie.

Wu Qiangwei could barely hold back her laughter.

"Okay, then you sleep on the floor."

She turned and headed to the bathroom: "I’m going to take a shower first."

"..."

Song Guanchao was filled with confusion.

This isn’t right!

The normal reaction should be, "It’s too cold on the floor; you should sleep on the bed, right?"

How did she agree so easily?

Doesn’t the secretary care about ?

How could lips at 37 degrees say such cold and heartless words?

Song Guanchao regretted it; if he’d known, he would have been more shaless.

What was the point of pretending to be a gentleman!

Wu Qiangwei ca out after her shower, wrapped in just a towel.

Her fair, jade-like legs dazzled Song Guanchao, and he couldn’t look away.

She walked to the bed, lifted the blanket, and lay down: "You go wash, and get so sleep afterward."

"Okay."

Song Guanchao sighed silently.

Entering the bathroom, he imdiately saw Wu Qiangwei’s discarded panties.

He blinked.

Why are these panties wet?

He leaned in and sniffed.

Turns out they were washed and hung here to dry.

Song Guanchao suddenly understood that Wu Qiangwei hadn’t planned to stay out today, so she didn’t bring a change of clothes.

And panties are sothing girls change daily.

So she could only wash them quickly and wear them dried tomorrow.

aning she’s not wearing panties now?

Song Guanchao swallowed.

Ten minutes later, he ca out wrapped in a towel as well.

His own underwear was also washed and hung in the bathroom.

He stood by the bed, on tiptoe, and peeked; Wu Qiangwei seed to be asleep already.

He went over to turn off the light, undid the towel around his body, and was about to lay it on the floor.

"Finished showering?"

"Yeah."

"Co up and sleep."

"???

Song Guanchao’s current mood felt like finding a vista after coming out of a dense forest.

He suddenly realized that Wu Qiangwei’s earlier words seed to be teasing him on purpose.

This girl, she’s a bit naughty.

He gritted his teeth, murmured a response, lifted the blanket, and lay on the left side of the bed.

It’s a king-size bed, plenty of space for two people.

They each slept on one side, leaving a big gap in the middle.

But the blanket was a bit narrow.

Song Guanchao had to move toward the center of the bed.

He closed his eyes, unable to fall asleep.

"Secretary."

"Hmm?"

"Are you tired today?"

"Yeah."

"How about I massage your feet?"

It was a while before Wu Qiangwei responded with a soft "hmm."

Song Guanchao imdiately sat up, moved to the end of the bed, lifted the blanket a little, just enough to reveal her feet.

He picked up Wu Qiangwei’s jade-like foot and gently massaged the sole.

Wu Qiangwei completely relaxed, feeling very comfortable.

After ten minutes of massaging, Song Guanchao said, "Secretary, should I massage your legs too?"

"Yeah."

Song Guanchao pulled the blanket a little further, this ti, he pulled it all the way up to the thigh base.

In the room, there was only the dim ergency light, it was really too faint. Although the blanket was on the thigh base, the scenery inside was still pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

Song Guanchao kneeled sitting on the side, pressing on his thigh and calf.

After pressing, he added: "Secretary, let give your body a massage too."

Wu Qiangwei internally mocked, this bastard was always taking an inch and wanting a mile, really thinking she couldn’t see through his thoughts.

"No need."

"Alright then."

Song Guanchao lay down with a face full of regret.

Wu Qiangwei suddenly asked: "Did you secretly take photos of during the day?"

"No." Song Guanchao said: "I took them openly, how can that be called secretly taking photos?"

"...Why did you take so many photos of ?"

"Does the secretary want to hear the truth or a lie?"

"What’s the lie?"

"The lie is, it’s for to admire."

"And the truth?"

"The truth is, it’s for to fantasize about."

"..."

This bastard... she almost laughed out of anger.

Wu Qiangwei asked: "How do you fantasize?"

"Uh... Secretary, are you sure you want to hear it?"

"I told you to say it, just say it."

"It’s that."

"Which?"

"Looking at your photos when I’m taking care of myself."

"..." Wu Qiangwei said angrily: "Can’t you think about sothing healthy?"

Song Guanchao said: "Tily self-comfort is a healthy physiological behavior."

"You..."

Is that what I ant by healthy!

"Delete all the photos!"

"Is there really a need..."

"I said delete them, so delete them!"

"Even if I delete them, it’s useless, I have a brain, I can imagine."

Song Guanchao said: "Secretary, you don’t know, you’re pretty miserable inside my head."

"???" Wu Qiangwei couldn’t hold it in, suddenly turned over, stretched her little hand over and pinched his arm hard: "Don’t think about it!"

"Ouch~" Song Guanchao grimaced: "Thoughts are free, I can’t control them."

"Bastard!"

Wu Qiangwei lightly punched his arm, the softness of her chest inadvertently touched his body.

Feeling this contact, Song Guanchao suddenly said: "Secretary, you’re not wearing clothes?"

"Shut up!"

Wu Qiangwei turned her body away.

Song Guanchao only knew she wasn’t wearing underwear, but now it seed, she might be... completely naked!

That night, Song Guanchao didn’t manage to drift off until one or two in the morning.

The next morning, when he woke up, Wu Qiangwei was already dressed and sitting at the bedside.

"Morning, Secretary."

He rubbed his eyes, getting off the bed.

Wu Qiangwei happened to turn her head and saw him standing tall, making her face go completely red with embarrassnt.

Noticing her gaze, Song Guanchao realized and quickly ran into the restroom.

Just got up, his mind was still hazy, he really hadn’t thought that much.

Coming out of the restroom fully dressed, Song Guanchao was still a bit awkward: "Secretary, shall we go?"

Wu Qiangwei said nothing, walking ahead.

All the way, she didn’t speak, Song Guanchao was a bit panicked, was the secretary angry?

"Secretary, you’ve seen , the one losing out is ."

Wu Qiangwei couldn’t hold it in: "From now on, shut up, no talking!"

Song Guanchao closed his mouth and stayed silent.

Arriving at the hotel, they t with the tourism bureau staff and started a new day’s promotional filming.

In the blink of an eye, it was evening again.

Because they had to wrap up all filming before the end of the day, today was even busier than yesterday.

Lin Wanqiu felt like her feet might blister.

At eight in the evening, they headed to the last location.

In the RV, the makeup artist and Wu Qiangwei sat on the sofa, Song Guanchao sat across, with a table between them.

Wu Qiangwei wore intense makeup for the big female lead, her already delicate face was highlighted with an otherworldly beauty.

But no matter how beautiful the makeup, it couldn’t hide the weariness between her brows.

She gently massaged her aching thigh.

Seeing this, Song Guanchao quietly reached over and grabbed her ankle.

Noticing his action, Wu Qiangwei suddenly raised her head, glaring at him with displeasure.

Song Guanchao acted as if he didn’t see her glare, pulling her right foot out of her shoe and placing it on his knee.

He gently pressed his thumb against the arch of her foot.

Wu Qiangwei felt a gentle tremor in her heart, the rising anger quietly dissipated with his tender and ticulous massage.

Replacing it was a sowhat complicated emotion.