Official Career Storm Chapter 86

Half an hour passed.

The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom, Fu Ying was taking a shower.

Song Guanchao sat on the bed, eyeing the remnants of their recent encounter.

On the bedsheet, there was a sar of bright red, like a blooming red rose.

He was surprised, and taken aback.

Fu Ying, it was her first ti.

He had actually sensed it during their intimacy, much like his first ti with Liang Jiajia.

After the shower, Fu Ying sat on the edge of the bed, wiping the water droplets off her body with a towel.

Seeing Song Guanchao staring blankly at the bedsheet, she glanced at it and her cheeks flushed slightly.

She had liked Song Guanchao since their university days.

Her family was poor, she had few friends, but plenty of people who bullied her.

There were girls, as well as boys.

Similarly, she had even more suitors.

But she was clear that to change her destiny, studying was her only way out.

During her studies, so rich second-generation kids and even wealthy n offered to take care of her.

But she refused.

She rembered, the first ti she applied for a scholarship, a well-off classmate edged her out.

It was Song Guanchao who helped her get it back.

Since that ti, she had noticed this class monitor.

But the class monitor didn’t notice her.

All these years, Song Guanchao’s image had never faded in her heart.

Today, she was overjoyed and excited when she suddenly received a ssage from Song Guanchao.

As for tonight’s events, it was purely accidental, or rather, a result of drunken indulgence.

She had never expected any status from Song Guanchao, nor did she force him to be with her.

That’s why she never asked if Song Guanchao was single from the beginning.

She didn’t care about these things.

She just wanted this man.

Drying off, she crawled under the covers and blinked, "Aren’t you going to sleep?"

"I am!" Grinded Song Guanchao, grinding his molars.

Although tricked by Fu Ying, with her legs on him, he really didn’t want, and no one could force him.

He lay down, the faint scent of Fu Ying’s body comforted him.

Neither of them spoke, nor knew what to say.

Suddenly, Song Guanchao felt a small hand placed on his belly.

He turned his head, Fu Ying was looking down, her hand slowly moving downwards, grabbing his lifeline.

Then, she gently began to stroke.

The corner of Song Guanchao’s mouth twitched, "It’s your first ti, you won’t be able to handle it if it’s too much."

Fu Ying didn’t speak, but her hand kept moving.

Before long, Song Guanchao had a reaction.

He gritted his teeth, sowhat in pain.

He knew how vigorous he was, even Liang Jiajia couldn’t handle it during her first ti, let alone Fu Ying with her petite fra.

Just as he was about to dissuade her, Fu Ying suddenly burrowed into the quilt.

Then Song Guanchao felt his stomach sink, a warm enveloping sensation ca over him, making him shiver with comfort.

Looking at the quilt bulged beneath him and the sowhat raw swallowing, Song Guanchao’s heart was exceedingly complex.

To hell with it, he didn’t want to think too much, enjoying the mont was most important.

The next day.

Song Guanchao got up at four in the morning.

When he got up, Fu Ying was still deep asleep.

He didn’t wake Fu Ying, and quietly dressed and left the guesthouse.

The streets were empty at this hour; Song Guanchao took a deep breath of the chilly morning air, his lungs felt refreshingly cool, the effects of last night’s drinking had completely vanished.

After eting with Lu Feng, they headed towards Lingjiang.

At seven in the morning, Song Guanchao, now in a fresh set of clothes, drove the official car to the building where Wu Qiangwei rented her residence.

He took a spin around the park and didn’t see Wu Qiangwei.

Puzzled, he wondered, Secretary Wu didn’t go for her morning run today?

At half-past seven, Wu Qiangwei ca downstairs.

As soon as she got in the car, Song Guanchao handed her a stead bun, but Wu Qiangwei didn’t take it: "I’ve eaten already, don’t buy it anymore."

Song Guanchao glanced at her, today’s secretary seed to be in a sowhat bad mood.

Was it because of the upcoming standing committee eting?

Upon arriving at the City Committee, Song Guanchao was organizing his office when Wu Qiangwei said, "No need to clean up anymore, just go out."

Song Guanchao was utterly confused.

Secretary Wu was not soone who liked to take his anger out on others.

Even if he was angry about sothing else, he would never lash it out on himself.

What was going on today?

At noon, Song Guanchao had prepared two als, but when he entered the office, he found that Wu Qiangwei was not there.

He was a bit worried, the secretary’s state had been off all morning, and now he didn’t know where she went.

Moreover, she said nothing.

He was her secretary, having a close-knit relationship, yet she didn’t share with him.

Suddenly, Song Guanchao felt a bit angry.

He carried the als to Chu Xiao’e’s office and pushed the door open.

The standing committee eting was imminent, and Chu Xiao’e had been busy organizing various necessary docunts these past few days.

Seeing Song Guanchao, she unconsciously frowned.

"Secretary Chu, it’s ti to eat," Song Guanchao said with a smile as he handed over the food.

"Thank you."

"We’re all insiders here; no need for such courtesy."

This phrase "insiders" plunged Chu Xiao’e into deep thought.

Song Guanchao put down the food and left.

At one thirty in the afternoon, he finally saw Wu Qiangwei.

"Secretary, there are a few docunts, I put them on your desk."

"Mhm."

Wu Qiangwei didn’t even look at him and walked straight into her office, stopping abruptly as she pushed the door and said without turning her head, "Hand in the car keys to the general office, you don’t need to drive anymore."

The sound of the closing door snapped Song Guanchao back to reality.

Did the secretary appoint a new driver?

But the affair with that little pretty boy still wasn’t over.

Changing drivers suddenly, could she be at ease?

Song Guanchao really wanted to burst in and ask, but he restrained himself.

He handed over the keys and casually asked, "Director Liu, do you know who is driving for Secretary Wu?"

"It’s a social acquaintance, doesn’t hold a post, called Wu Ming."

"Okay, thanks. I’ll treat you to a al when I’m free."

"Secretary Song is too polite, if anyone should invite, it should be ."

Director Liu’s face was filled with a flattering smile.

Since Chief Zhang and Tian Xue were successively taken down by Song Guanchao, Director Liu had been extrely respectful, terrified that he might also be harboring resentnt against himself.

He would use all his wits if he could be of any help.

Song Guanchao smiled, exchanged a few courtesies, and then left.

"Wu Ming."

Song Guanchao leaned back in his chair, deciding to thoroughly investigate this new driver’s identity.

Evening.

Work was over.

After Wu Qiangwei ca out, Song Guanchao followed behind.

Arriving at the parking lot, he watched as Wu Qiangwei got into the car, where a young and handso man sat in the driver’s seat.

This man even sported a trendy hairstyle.

Moreover, after Wu Qiangwei got into the car, the man even grinned cheekily at her.

Although he couldn’t hear, from his expressions, his tone was definitely frivolous.

Wu Ming seed to notice soone watching him and t Song Guanchao’s gaze.

Their eyes locked, Wu Ming curled his lips, revealing a sneer-like smile.

Wu Qiangwei also noticed Song Guanchao, but only glanced briefly before smiling and chatting with Wu Ming.

As the vehicle drove away, the image of the two laughing and talking was etched in Song Guanchao’s mind and lingered.

"Damn it!"

Song Guanchao’s eyes twitched uncontrollably.

Does the secretary like this kind of Korean-style pretty boy?

He rembered Director Liu saying this guy was unregistered, just a contractual worker.

Could it be that so big tiger deliberately sent him to get close to Wu Qiangwei?

First, it was that pretty boy Feng Sheng, and now another pretty boy.

Song Guanchao squinted slightly, feeling vaguely uneasy. He ran to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and followed the car ahead.

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