Song Guanchao had lunch outside.
After lunch, he drove his newly purchased car toward Chu Xiao’e’s home.
On the way, he deliberately took a few detours to see if anyone was following him.
Ever since he joined the City Committee, he felt that his vigilance had declined considerably.
Two vans had trailed him, and he hadn’t even noticed.
After confirming no one was tailing him, he drove his car into the underground garage and took the elevator upstairs.
Chu Xiao’e had arrived home early and changed into a soft cotton-linen maxi dress.
The dress was a wraparound design, leaving her straight shoulders exposed to the air, the slender collarbones revealing a fragile temperament.
The hem only reached the roots of her thighs, very short.
She was petite, and this dress made her seem even more delicately lovely.
Strong women often inspire men’s desire to conquer, while frail girls evoke a protective instinct.
And beyond the protection, one often wants to bully her harshly, to possess her with violence.
"I’ve eaten already."
Chu Xiao’e was very particular about cleanliness. Although Song Guanchao didn’t sweat, for such intimate moments, she hoped for a better experience.
Song Guanchao finished his bath and came out wearing a towel.
The curtains on the balcony were drawn, there was no light in the living room, only rays of light sneaking through the gaps in the curtains enabled Song Guanchao to discern the faint outline of the living room.
Chu Xiao’e was sitting on the sofa, the light from her phone illuminating her face.
Seeing him come out, she set the phone aside.
Song Guanchao walked over and had just stood still when Chu Xiao’e had already undone his bath towel.
Beneath the towel, Xiao Song stood erect like a furious dragon. Newest update provıded by 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦·𝘯𝘦𝘵
In the darkness, Chu Xiao’e’s cheeks were slightly flushed.
She lifted her eyes to meet Song Guanchao’s gaze; in the darkness, her eyes shone like black gems, glittering brightly.
Watching her cheeks puff up gradually, Song Guanchao’s breathing became heavier.
He reached out and touched Chu Xiao’e’s cheek covered by her short hair.
That face, with a touch of baby fat, was both mature and innocent, both adorable and enchanting.
All contradictions perfectly fused within her.
Chu Xiao’e spoke and picked up the small umbrella from the coffee table, tore it open, and thoughtfully sheathed him.
Just after she finished, she felt her body lighten as Song Guanchao lifted her, her mouth aggressively sealed by his, his rich masculine scent overwhelming, sending her into a daze, her mind instantly overwhelmed.
Song Guanchao’s hand supported her buttocks, his fingertips roaming, and underneath her skirt, she was indeed bare.
That place was already wet, her body aroused.
Her petite exquisite body was as light as nothing in his arms, Song Guanchao supported her buttocks, adjusted her to the right position, his lower back thrust forward, penetrating the tender tight resistance, reaching deep within.
After they finished, Chu Xiao’e went to the restroom to clean herself.
Song Guanchao leaned on the sofa, still not dressed, when his phone rang.
He picked it up, somewhat surprised by the caller.
It was Chu Xiao’e’s cousin, Feng Hongtao calling.
"Hello, Director Feng, what’s up?"
No sooner had he answered the call than Chu Xiao’e came out of the restroom, saying, "You go wash up."
As soon as she finished, she saw Song Guanchao on the phone and immediately fell silent.
Feng Hongtao heard it.
That voice, so familiar.
His cousin telling him to go wash up, but wash what?
Without time to think further, Feng Hongtao quickly said, "Secretary Song, Director Qin asked me to find you."
"Oh, okay, is it about the project?"
"Then come to the City Committee, and we’ll talk in person."
Feng Hongtao was silent for two seconds before saying, "I’m at the City Committee."
This time, it was Song Guanchao’s turn to fall silent.
The silence was like tonight’s Kang Bridge, Zheng Banqiao, the cable-stayed bridge...
In short, it was very awkward.
He didn’t know whether Feng Hongtao had noticed anything, but from Feng Hongtao’s tone, Song Guanchao felt that he might have sensed something.
Moreover, Feng Hongtao was a police officer, inherently more sensitive to sounds.
He guessed that Feng Hongtao might have heard Chu Xiao’e’s voice.
"Okay, I’ll come over in a moment."
After hanging up, Chu Xiao’e asked, "Who was that?"
She was a bit nervous.
Chu Xiao’e, wearing only her sexy underwear, stood facing Song Guanchao from a distance, a silence hanging between them.
Between them, other than work, there were only these occasional moments of passion.
He didn’t understand Chu Xiao’e, nor had he tried to, nor had he thought of doing so.
Because he knew that for Chu Xiao’e, he was purely a physical need, so he tacitly kept to a friendly status of entering the body but not the life.
Further intrusion into each other’s life served no benefit to their relationship.
So, at work, they talked about work.
When she wanted it, Song Guanchao would display his varied skills, satisfying her to the core.
The moment she drew the curtains, she shed her usual mask to reveal a charm different from her work self, completely uninhibited.
For now, they worked well together at work, their cooperation quite tacit.
And in their private lives, Song Guanchao fulfilled all her fantasies of the opposite sex.
Muscles, physique, his performance also excellent.
But now, their relationship seemed to have been discovered.
However, fortunately, the person was her cousin.
"Alright." Song Guanchao went to take a shower, got dressed, and then left.
Feng Hongtao was already waiting at the City Committee; on his way back, Song Guanchao also received a message from Wu Yun.
Secretary Wang had spoken to her and asked her to take charge of this matter.
In a small conference room, Song Guanchao simply briefed the situation to the two of them.
Feng Hongtao, having worked his way up from a grassroots police officer, immediately sensed there was a big problem upon hearing Song Guanchao’s account.
Firstly, if the thief could steal something, why not capture it on camera?
This alone was difficult to explain.
But he didn’t ask; his duty was to catch the thief, not analyze the thief’s psychological activities.
"I’ll retrieve the surveillance footage in a bit."
The surveillance had already been tampered with by Song Guanchao, so Feng Hongtao wouldn’t be able to retrieve anything.
Coming out of the meeting room, Wu Yun said, "Song Guanchao, what do I need to do?"
When she received Secretary Wang’s call, she was a bit confused, feeling like she didn’t have much of a role in this matter.
"You don’t have anything to do; the involvement of the Disciplinary Committee isn’t to investigate anyone, just to let you know about the matter."
Song Guanchao said, "Also, from now on, you’re in charge of the Disciplinary Committee’s stationed group."
Wu Yun was stunned, "I got promoted?"
"You could say that." Song Guanchao said seriously, "Comrade Xiao Wu, from now on, remember, report anything to me first, not to Secretary Wang, understand?"
Wu Yun belatedly realized—was she being labeled as Wu Qiangwei’s?
Wu Yun stood up straight, head held high, her chest heaving heavily with a tremor.
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