Official Career Storm
Chapter 253

Chapter 253: Chapter 253

He gulped down his honey tea, slapped his face hard to sober up a bit.

Rarely did the two meet, and Song Guanchao didn’t want to make mistakes because of alcohol.

Fu Ying wheeled her suitcase in and saw Song Guanchao sitting upright on the sofa, somewhat avoiding her gaze.

With a gentle smile, she opened her suitcase to look for his underwear.

She bent over and squatted down, her side profile fully revealed, like a brightly patterned python, soft, supple, exuding an irresistible charm.

"Go wash up."

Fu Ying tossed the underwear to him.

"Oh."

Song Guanchao caught the underwear and quickly walked toward the bathroom.

After the shower, Song Guanchao felt refreshed, and his drunkenness had subsided a lot.

Coming out of the bathroom, he didn’t see Fu Ying until he heard noises from the room.

On closer listen, he realized there was another bathroom in the bedroom.

It wasn’t long before Fu Ying also finished showering.

She wore a strap nightgown, which was very sheer, allowing one to see her slender figure in the light.

Seeing Song Guanchao standing at the door, wearing only his underwear and showcasing his muscular build, Fu Ying’s eyes twinkled, and she giggled, gathering her wet hair and said, "Help me blow dry my hair."

"Oh, sure."

He came over, picked up the hair dryer, and stood behind her.

One hand held her hair, the other the hair dryer.

Three thousand strands of hair fluttered in the wind, her snow-white, delicate neck appeared and disappeared intermittently, and the mixed scent of shampoo and shower gel intoxicated him.

"Do you really plan to solve Dujiang County’s issue in the name of the advisory group?" Fu Ying asked.

"That was said for Minister Cheng’s benefit."

Judging from Minister Cheng’s behavior tonight, he seemed to be a man with ideals and convictions; otherwise, his words wouldn’t have had any effect.

But one must always guard against others.

He wouldn’t place his absolute trust in someone he had only met once.

Saying anything about an advisory group was just a smokescreen he had deliberately released.

"I thought so. The class president I remember wouldn’t make such a basic mistake," Fu Ying said with a light laugh.

Song Guanchao leaned in and lightly bit her earlobe: "It seems that County Magistrate Fu was always paying attention to me during college?"

Fu Ying’s earlobes were especially sensitive, and at his kiss, her body shivered, her neck breaking out in goosebumps.

She feigned composure and cooed, "Our class president was a prominent figure. Wherever you went, people talked about you. It would’ve been impossible not to pay attention."

"I was famous in college?" Song Guanchao felt he had kept a low profile during his college years; how had he become a prominent figure?

Fu Ying said, "Have you forgotten about the donation incident in your freshman year?"

"Oh, that thing."

Of course, he remembered that incident.

During his freshman year, one night at a class meeting, the Student Union president burst in with his crew, demanding donations in a commanding tone.

Song Guanchao had kicked them out on the spot.

The Student Union couldn’t save face and warned Song Guanchao to just wait and see.

Originally, Song Guanchao intended to scold them and kick them out, but their threat stepped on a tiger’s tail.

He turned on his phone’s recorder, smiling as he carefully asked about the details of the donation.

After questioning, he had the students lock the door and called the police.

After calling the police, he also contacted a law firm and paid for a lawyer to come over.

Before long, the police arrived, and so did the lawyer.

Song Guanchao told them directly in front of the police that forced donations were illegal and that he was going to sue these people.

The student council members were about scared out of their wits.

The aftermath of the incident caused quite a stir. Eventually, through the school’s mediation, the president of the student council was removed and received a major demerit, carrying the punishment on their record.

Song Guanchao didn’t have any trouble.

After that, Song Guanchao became well-known throughout the school.

From first-year freshmen to fourth-year seniors, there wasn’t a single person who didn’t know of him.

Of course, the student council members also came looking for trouble a few times after that, such as checking the dorms and discipline.

If it were an ordinary first-year student targeted by the student council, they’d probably fold.

After all, first-year students generally haven’t yet shifted from their high school test-taking mindset, and they’re somewhat intimidated by the upperclassmen.

Especially since the other party also had the intimidating status of the student council.

But Song Guanchao simply didn’t care, cursing them out whenever the student council came for dorm checks.

Moreover, after the donation incident, his reputation in class was significant; with a phone call, he could rally dozens of people.

Having suffered at Song Guanchao’s hands a few times, the student council no longer dared to provoke him.

Even the class he was part of kept a respectful distance from the student council, not daring to offend them.

During his college years, Song Guanchao was the brightest star in Fu Ying’s eyes.

For four years of college, she harbored a crush on Song Guanchao.

Even after graduating and entering the system, having met many exceptional businesspeople and political elites, none could compare to Song Guanchao in her heart.

Song Guanchao lowered his head, smelling the fragrance of her hair. The hand that was holding her hair had already fallen onto her shoulder, slowly creeping towards the neckline.

Fu Ying’s delicate body tensed, her breathing growing rapid.

When Song Guanchao’s hand reached into her neckline and grasped her proud chest, her tense body suddenly softened, leaning back into Song Guanchao’s arms.

Song Guanchao put down the hairdryer and held her.

Just as he bent down to capture Fu Ying’s red lips, he suddenly remembered he didn’t bring a condom.

"I’m going to buy a condom."

No sooner had he let go of her than Fu Ying held onto him, whispering shyly, "I’m safe right now."

Her small hand slipped from his back, tugged down his underwear, and flung her soft body into his embrace.

Song Guanchao could no longer hold back, leaning forward to catch her small mouth, his tongue stirring vigorously as his big hand flipped up her camisole nightgown, playfully squeezing the softness in his palm.

The two quickly rolled together on the bed, a rich spread of hormones rapidly diffusing.

Initially, Fu Ying tried to suppress her voice, but when Song Guanchao reached deep inside, she trembled like falling leaves, her body swaying like a small boat, soft moans and cries magnifying Song Guanchao’s surging desires infinitely.

Song Guanchao had been drinking and lasted longer than usual, almost an entire hour, before he could finally release.

Without the small umbrella’s interruption, he scattered his thick love deeply inside her.

Fu Ying clung tightly to his neck, pressing her legs together, bearing the heat left behind by his strong body’s charge.

After the battle, Song Guanchao moved off her and lay beside her, taking deep breaths.

Fu Ying, without any strength, curled up like a kitten in his arms.

After recovering for a while, Fu Ying suddenly asked, "Did you sleep with Secretary Wu last night?"

Song Guanchao’s relaxed mind tensed up in an instant, his heart skipping a beat as he asked reflexively, "How did you know?"

As soon as he spoke, he regretted it.

How could he admit to something like that!

Fu Ying smiled slyly, "Secretary Wu’s disguise made it clear she didn’t want to reveal her identity. So, you must have gotten a room together."

She looked into his eyes and asked, "Is Secretary Wu’s figure good?"

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