Official Career Storm Chapter 79

Song Guanchao seed embarrassed as if his thoughts had been laid bare, "No."

Secretary Sun said, "Sister Lin is the manager of the club. Despite her liberal appearance, she’s actually very conservative. Many rich n tried to buy her with money, but none could prise her legs apart."

"Today, though, that’s quite strange. She seed quite fond of you."

Secretary Sun clicked his tongue, "If you’re really interested in her, why not arrange to et her privately? Won, you see, a little sweet talk, a small gift or two, and you can generally have them eating out of your hand."

Song Guanchao seed to be tempted, his gaze flickering. He denied having any such intentions, but his mind was clearly intrigued.

When they finished the bottle, Secretary Sun let out a burp, his eyes swimming with drunkenness, "Brother, let’s head out."

By the ti they left the club, it was already past ten at night.

Reaching the parking lot, Secretary Sun said, "Brother, I’m heading off first. See you tomorrow."

After he left, Song Guanchao called a designated driver, but instead of getting into the car himself, he had the driver take his car ho, while he hailed a taxi from the side of the road.

At tis like this, even the smallest details had to be guarded against to prevent falling into soone’s trap.

The taxi followed the designated driver all the way to his residential complex, where Song Guanchao paid and got out.

After the designated driver had also departed,

he glanced at the parking lot, where Liang Jiajia’s car was parked nearby.

He entered his ho, where the living room lights were on and the sound of running water ca from the bathroom.

Quickly stripping himself naked, Song Guanchao approached the door and offered, "Officer Liang, would you like a bath massage service?"

"No!"

Creak~

When a woman says no, it ans yes.

Song Guanchao slipped inside and saw Liang Jiajia under the warm water, her fit body like a young leopard, brimming with vitality, and he embraced her from behind.

His hands reached forward, grabbing her soft and upright fullness, and he nuzzled her neck, quickly leaving a trail of red strawberries.

Liang Jiajia’s body flushed with his touch, and sniffing, she asked, "Have you been drinking?"

"Hmm, I had a social obligation tonight. Got all riled up by a woman’s flirtation, I was nearly bursting."

Song Guanchao’s hand, sliding down her flat, tight midriff, ventured into her softness.

Liang Jiajia moaned, her legs instantly weakened. With parted lips and gasping breaths, she still tried to rebuke him, "Hmph, none of you officials are any good, becoming a secretary for only a few days and already drinking and playing with won."

"You’re really wronging ."

Song Guanchao replied with a bitter smile, "Forget it, I’ll explain it properly later. Right now, I just want to savor you completely."

Turning off the shower, he lifted her by the waist, stepped out of the bathroom, threw her on the bed in the bedroom, and pounced on her like a tiger preying on its food.

Parting her beautiful legs, he buried his head between them.

"Ah!"

Liang Jiajia’s body tensed suddenly, her supple waist arching as she clenched the sheets, the blue veins on her pale neck visibly throbbing, her head thrown back as she let out soul-stirring moans.

After indulging his appetite, Song Guanchao held her slender waist, licking his lips, "Jiajia, let’s try it from behind, okay?"

"No!"

When a woman says no, she ans yes!

Without another word, Song Guanchao flipped her over, pulled her by the waist, and she was on her knees.

In this position, Liang Jiajia’s perky peachy bottom, offset by her slender waist, seed all the larger and rounder.

He gripped her waist, thrusting, and let out a long, satisfied breath with his head thrown back.

After their lovemaking, they lay on the bed together.

Liang Jiajia asked, "Where did you go tonight?"

"Secretary Lu’s Secretary Sun invited for dinner."

"Just the two of you?"

"Halfway through, Sister Lin showed up, the manager of the club."

"A woman?"

"Mmhmm."

"Pretty?"

"She’s in her thirties, and to be honest, definitely pretty, with a great figure."

"Hmph!"

Liang Jiajia pushed him away with a thrust.

Song Guanchao laughed and hugged her again, playing with her fullness in his palm as he said, "I was originally investigating this club, and it just so happened that Secretary Sun invited over, so I took the chance to have a look."

"I thought this Secretary Sun was an honest man, but it turns out, he’s no different from the rest in private."

Liang Jiajia asked, "What were you investigating the club for?"

"I can’t talk about that for now."

"Did Secretary Sun invite you for dinner to corrupt you?"

"That was the idea."

Suddenly, Song Guanchao sat up on the bed and grabbed a cigarette to light up.

Liang Jiajia was about to tell him not to smoke, but seeing his brows furrow bit by bit, she knew sothing was bothering him.

She nestled her head against Song Guanchao’s strong and firm chest muscles and asked softly, "What’s wrong?"

If the old n at the station could see their bureau’s "flower" being so tender at this mont, they would surely open their eyes wide in disbelief.

Song Guanchao blew out a puff of smoke, squinting his eyes said, "I’m wondering whether the City Disciplinary Inspection Committee can truly be trusted."

"Huh? What do you an?"

Liang Jiajia was a bit puzzled, unable to grasp his aning.

Song Guanchao didn’t explain. After finishing his cigarette and glancing at the ti, he suddenly sent a ssage to Wu Yun: "Are you asleep?"

It was already eleven o’clock, but Wu Yun replied almost imdiately: "Not yet."

"Is your dad at ho?"

"What for?"

"I need to talk to Secretary Wu."

"Wait a minute."

Song Guanchao didn’t hide his actions from Liang Jiajia, she saw the chat log.

Moreover, she knew Wu Yun.

When Wu Yun had delivered Song Guanchao to the police station back then, it was Liang Jiajia whom she had handed him over to.

Liang Jiajia asked, "You want to see Secretary Wu?"

"Yeah."

"Is it sothing important?"

"Yeah."

At that mont, Wu Yun replied: "Co over."

She then sent an address.

Song Guanchao threw off the covers and jumped out of bed, saying, "Get so sleep; I might not be back until late."

As he was getting dressed, Liang Jiajia also jumped out of bed: "I’ll co with you."

Song Guanchao paused: "Okay."

The two left the house, with Song Guanchao getting into her car.

With the roads clear at night, they arrived in just twenty minutes, parking outside a small two-story red brick villa within the Political and Legal Committee compound on Ziyun West Road Number 18.

Different from the City Committee headquarters, this compound didn’t have ard police, only security guards.

After Liang Jiajia registered, the security guards connected to Wu Yun’s ho phone and quickly allowed them to pass.

Entering the compound, they parked the car outside a residential building.

Song Guanchao unbuckled his seat belt and said, "Your dad is a deputy chief, it’s best if you don’t co in with ."

Liang Jiajia understood he was concerned that her presence might provoke undesirable suspicions from Secretary Wu.

She nodded and said, "I’ll wait for you in the car."

Song Guanchao pushed open the car door and walked to the front door, ringing the doorbell.

Wu Yun opened the door. She was wearing a cute ho outfit with cartoon patterns and her hair, black as ink, tumbled over her shoulders like a gentle wife waiting for her husband to co ho from work.

"You’re here, co on in; my dad’s in the study."

Inside the car, Liang Jiajia’s brows furrowed slightly.

A woman’s sixth sense made her detect from Wu Yun’s eyes and tone of voice an unusual affection for Song Guanchao.