After many days, I t Si Qingqing again.
This woman’s ntal state is much better than the last ti.
Looking at Song Guanchao, tall and handso, Si Qingqing’s eyes were complicated.
These days, she’s been wondering what attitude she should have towards Song Guanchao.
To this day, there is still no exact position in her heart.
Superior and subordinate?
He’s a secretary with a director rank, while she’s in a superior position, a difference of two levels.
But the role of a secretary is inherently special within the system and cannot be asured by rank.
Lovers?
Although everything that should happen has happened between the two, they are clearly not lovers.
A simple exchange of interests?
After all, it was she who took the initiative that night.
Si Qingqing’s gaze was a bit distracted, unable to help but recall the passion of that night.
She couldn’t say whether she felt disgust or gratitude towards Song Guanchao, perhaps both.
Song Guanchao frowned slightly, wondering why this woman seed absent-minded.
"Secretary Song, have so tea."
Xu Suyi ca over holding a teacup, her voice soft and gentle, not daring to look at Song Guanchao the whole ti.
Compared to Si Qingqing’s mix of disgust and gratitude, Xu Suyi felt an additional fear towards him.
"Thank you."
Song Guanchao smiled faintly, not lingering his gaze on her for even a second, as if everything that happened in the private room at the restaurant had vanished from his mory.
Xu Suyi pressed her lips together, suddenly feeling a surge of resentnt.
These days, she occasionally thought of that night, initially feeling relieved that Song Guanchao only left so videos, and she kept her level of purity.
But later, her thoughts changed from relief to confusion, even beginning to self-doubt.
She had stripped completely, yet Song Guanchao did not touch her.
She knew that a man like Song Guanchao had incredibly strong self-control.
But no matter how strong, shouldn’t he have so normal reactions that a man should have?
At least, shouldn’t he take advantage in so way...
But he was like a cold machine, only following pre-set procedures, doing things by the book.
The fact that these actions, done purely to intimidate and control her, were devoid of any passion, brought her a sense of humiliated fury.
She even wished that Song Guanchao would do sothing to her that night.
Song Guanchao was unaware of her warped mindset; if he knew, he would likely think this woman was probably abnormal.
After Xu Suyi left the office, Song Guanchao said, "Where are the things I wanted?"
"Here."
Si Qingqing gathered her thoughts, expressionless as she handed over the docunts, which Song Guanchao quickly skimd before looking at the last page.
The annual office expenses of the Judicial Bureau still had 13,227,100 left.
Song Guanchao put down the docunt and said, "Don’t run around this afternoon, I’ll arrange for the Housing and Construction Bureau to apply for transfer paynts shortly. Contact the Finance Bureau imdiately after signing; I’ll notify Director Gao."
"Okay."
Si Qingqing nodded, displaying no extra emotion on her face.
Song Guanchao took a sip of tea and stared at her for two seconds: "Director Si not in a good mood?"
Si Qingqing shook her head.
Suddenly, Song Guanchao stood up, walked around the desk, and ca in front of her.
Si Qingqing beca nervous, her movents sowhat awkward, her gaze aimlessly shifting.
Suddenly, Song Guanchao pinched her chin, lifting her face.
Si Qingqing wanted to turn her head away but couldn’t match his strength, only stubbornly averting her eyes from him.
"Look at ."
Si Qingqing pursed her lips, slowly returning her gaze to him.
Song Guanchao reached out a thumb and parted her lips: "Are you afraid others won’t notice your emotions towards ?"
"I don’t have any."
"None?" Song Guanchao smirked. "With a deadpan face even a blind person can see, you’re telling you have no issue with ?"
Song Guanchao let out a small snort, pushing his finger into her mouth.
Si Qingqing resisted trying to spit it out but felt Song Guanchao increase the force, tangling directly with her tongue.
Si Qingqing’s cheeks ward, showing a rosy tint visibly, even inciting so physiological reactions.
"Weren’t you shy when you took off your pants? Why suddenly do you need face now?"
"Do you think that by sleeping with , you’ll have peace of mind?"
"Next ti I see you wearing your emotions on your face, apply to the city governnt to transfer to a lower district or county, don’t be an eyesore in front of ."
As Song Guanchao was about to let go, he suddenly noticed her hurried breathing, her cheeks flushed deep crimson, her legs tightly closed, rubbing together at a minimal degree.
This woman, reacting?
Song Guanchao was a bit puzzled, thinking, I didn’t do anything, yet there’s a reaction?
Suddenly, he felt Si Qingqing’s tongue curl around his finger.
This was completely an unconscious act, having just curled around, Si Qingqing imdiately realized it, hurriedly pushing him away, lowering her head and adjusting her clothes to cover up the body’s reaction.
Song Guanchao chuckled and said, "Even as a director, you should manage your emotions."
Leaving these words, Song Guanchao pushed the door open and left.
After he left, Si Qingqing exhaled lightly, cursing lowly, "Bastard!"
She reached into her pants quickly, realizing it was already flooded.
...
Song Guanchao called Director He, asking him to arrange for comrades from the Housing and Construction Bureau to apply for transfer paynts at the Judicial Bureau.
Then he called Gao Liangwei asking for cooperation to complete all necessary procedures before the end of the workday.
Having finished these tasks, he dialed Wu Qiangwei to report.
The transfer paynts required a city governnt signature, and he worried Zheng Bihui might hold it up.
If he intentionally stalled over there, Wu Qiangwei would need to intervene.
After arranging what needed to be done, the last call he made was to Zhou Qian.
"Xiao Qian, are you busy this afternoon?"
"Not busy!"
Song Guanchao laughed, knowing this girl would find a way to make ti even if she was busy.
"If you’re not busy, co with to Jinling."
"Sure."
Song Guanchao drove to the television station, where Zhou Qian was already waiting downstairs, alongside a handso man who was smiling and talking about sothing.
Zhou Qian responded politely throughout but her impatience was visibly apparent.
Song Guanchao lowered the car window: "Get in."
Zhou Qian’s face lit up with a smile, striding excitedly.
The man’s eyebrows rose, at first checking the car badge and finding it a broken Toyota, showing disdain imdiately.
He ca over with a smile of superiority: "Qianqian, is this your friend..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Song Guanchao in the driver’s seat, his smile instantly freezing.
Other departnts might not recognize Song Guanchao, but local dia departnts rarely didn’t.
"Secretary Song." The man imdiately revealed a sycophantic smile.
"Hello." Song Guanchao smiled slightly.
"Hello Secretary Song, didn’t expect to see you here, I’m Qianqian’s colleague..."
Song Guanchao patiently listened to his self-introduction, and once he finished, responded with a few words before leaving.
On the road, Song Guanchao asked, "Is he interested in you?"
"Yeah, he wants to sleep with ."
"..." Song Guanchao chuckled, that was a blunt way to put it.
"But he can only think about it."
Zhou Qian gazed at his profile, her tone both shy and bold: "I only let you, only you can sleep with ."
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