Zeng Li lay in his arms, her trousers and underwear slid down to her knees, leaving a wet mark beneath her.
She rubbed her fleshy thighs, touched Xiao Song, and pouted, "Brother Song, when will you give it to me?"
"If we don’t bring this up, we’re still friends."
Zeng Li flashed her small tiger teeth.
"Alright, get up now."
Song Guanchao sat up and quickly tidied himself up.
Today is Friday, tomorrow is the weekend.
There’s nothing urgent at hand.
With two days over the weekend, I can have a good rest.
On the way back, Zeng Li asked, "Are you free this weekend?"
"I have to accompany my girlfriend shopping."
"You bad person, you’re doing this on purpose!"
"It’s the truth." Song Guanchao said, "You know I have a girlfriend, I’ve never hidden it from you."
Of course, Zeng Li knew, but it just didn’t sit well with her.
"Then could you spare a day for me?"
"How about half a day?"
"Half a day is impossible too."
Zeng Li’s face drooped, not happy.
But soon after, her mood lifted again.
She’s like an indestructible cockroach, with strong self-adjustment skills, never having inner conflicts.
In the afternoon, Mayor Zheng suddenly arrived.
"Mayor Zheng." Song Guanchao smiled and stood up, "Looking for Secretary Wu?"
"Yes." Zheng Bihui glanced around and pushed the door open and went in.
About half an hour later, he came out. Song Guanchao smiled and saw him off, then turned to close the door.
Just as he caught the door handle, Wu Qiangwei called, "Come over here."
Song Guanchao walked over and saw her pressing her temples, seeming somewhat troubled, "Secretary, what’s wrong?"
Wu Qiangwei didn’t answer, she asked, "Are you busy tomorrow?"
"If you’re free, accompany me to shoot a video."
"Shooting a video? What kind of video?"
"Tourism promotional video."
Song Guanchao was a bit taken aback. What’s the purpose of shooting that casually?
"In a few days is the National Day Golden Week, and Mayor Zheng wants to promote."
Wu Qiangwei rubbed her forehead, she really didn’t want to do this kind of thing, but Mayor Zheng came specifically, hinting that her good image, being the Deputy Secretary of the City Committee, might uplift Lingjiang’s tourism revenue by filming a promotional video.
Considering that it was a matter of tourism revenue, it was difficult for her to refuse.
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Doesn’t this mean he gets to see Wu Qiangwei wearing various outfits tomorrow?
Wu Qiangwei is naturally suited to clothes, with a great figure and good looks.
But as a secretary, she mostly wears suits.
It’s only occasionally that she’d change into jeans.
Thinking back, Song Guanchao realized he hadn’t really seen Wu Qiangwei in other types of clothing.
"What time tomorrow?"
"Pick me up first, the Tourism Bureau will have someone coming."
Wu Qiangwei stared at him for a few seconds, "You’re very happy?"
"Happy!" Song Guanchao said, "The secretary wearing pretty clothes, just thinking about it makes me happy."
"..." Wu Qiangwei’s lips twitched subtly, not responding to him.
Song Guanchao arrived at the apartment complex, and Wu Qiangwei came downstairs in her own clothes.
When she got into the car, Wu Qiangwei suddenly asked, "Is Feng Sheng’s matter settled?"
"He got a beating, at least two months this time."
"Okay, let’s go to Riverside Road."
They had breakfast nearby first, and at eight-thirty in the morning, they arrived at the Riverside Road scenic area.
This is considered a tourist spot in Lingjiang, producing great photos, attracting many local internet celebrities for check-ins.
The Tourism Bureau personnel had already arrived, they especially drove a camper.
They also brought makeup artists and prepared dozens of outfits.
Wu Qiangwei sat in the car getting her makeup done and changing clothes.
Half an hour later, the car door opened, and Wu Qiangwei stepped out in a stunning red Han dress, instantly captivating everyone.
Several male staff from the Tourism Bureau, along with tourists nearby, paused and focused their gaze.
If it were an ordinary girl, she’d be blushing and avoiding eye contact.
But Wu Qiangwei was accustomed to such attention, her temperament calm, with the red Han dress and exquisite headpiece, she appeared as a princess ready to wed.
Song Guanchao’s eyes gleamed, Wu Qiangwei glanced at him, noticing his reaction, couldn’t help but slightly lift the corner of her lips.
This smile made every man felt their heart melt instantly.
It was too beautiful; this smile went straight to their hearts.
Song Guanchao knew, the secretary was smiling at him.
He grabbed his phone and immediately started snapping.
Wu Qiangwei’s smile froze.
Song Guanchao even adjusted multiple angles, shooting from above and below.
Regrettably, in his mind, the dress was too long, dragging on the ground; it could have been more refreshing.
That day, from morning till afternoon, even into the evening filming continued.
They switched locations seven or eight times, shooting for over ten hours.
It wasn’t until past ten o’clock at night when they arrived at a hotel, finally concluding.
"Thank you for cooperating, Secretary Wu."
"Just doing my part."
Wu Qiangwei had already changed into her own clothes, thoroughly exhausted.
"Secretary Wu, we’ll continue tomorrow morning."
"Tomorrow?" Wu Qiangwei was taken aback, "We have to shoot tomorrow?"
The Tourism Bureau personnel said, "Yes, Secretary Wu, aren’t you informed?"
"..." She thought it was just one day.
A male staff quickly explained, "We’ve only covered half the places today; many are left, and Mayor Zheng requested the shoot must be completed over the weekend. So, tomorrow’s schedule might be more hectic."
"Alright." Wu Qiangwei didn’t say much.
These were staff members, unable to decide, just following leadership’s orders.
"Secretary Wu, here’s your room card."
"Secretary Song, here’s your room card."
The two took the room cards. As Wu Qiangwei was about to head upstairs, Song Guanchao suddenly whispered, "Secretary, let me take you back."
Wu Qiangwei shook her head, "Let’s just sleep at the hotel."
She was indeed too tired.
Song Guanchao whispered, "The room is booked by someone else; who knows if there are spare room cards."
Wu Qiangwei paused, immediately understanding what Song Guanchao meant.
He was worried that Zheng Bihui might do something?
She thought, it should be unlikely.
Song Guanchao believed, however, one shouldn’t be without caution.
It’s better to assume the worst about people than stand under a crumbling wall.
Especially since it’s Zheng Bihui.
"Secretary, let me take you back, or, let’s go to another hotel."
Wu Qiangwei hesitated for a few seconds, then said, "Let’s go to another hotel."
It was already too late, and the hotel was far from her apartment. Driving would at least take an hour.
If she went back tonight, rushing back tomorrow morning would be too exhausting.
They waited until the staff left, and quickly exited the hotel. Song Guanchao drove to a nearby hotel.
Wu Qiangwei wearing a mask and hat, entered the hotel with Song Guanchao.
"I’m sorry, sir, at present we only have one king room available."
Song Guanchao looked at Wu Qiangwei, and she lightly nodded.
Song Guanchao’s heart suddenly wasn’t calm, but he maintained a composed tone, "Then let’s book one room."