Official Career Storm
Chapter 387

Chapter 387: Chapter 387

The next day.

After breakfast, Song Guanchao was heading home when he called Secretary Wang.

"Secretary Wang, I need to return to my hometown, just wanted to let you know."

"Where is Secretary Song’s hometown?"

"Zhuxi Village."

"Where is that?"

"West Suburb of Lingjiang."

"Still in Lingjiang? Then there’s no need to inform me."

"I’d better say something."

After hanging up the phone, Song Guanchao took a bath, changed into jeans and a short-sleeved T-shirt, and then prepared to leave.

"Knock knock."

Suddenly, there was a knocking sound at the door.

He looked through the peephole and saw, to his surprise, it was Wu Yun.

Why had this girl come?

As soon as he opened the door and was about to speak, Wu Yun suddenly threw herself at him.

Looking down, the young woman had already burst into tears.

"What’s wrong? Who’s bullying you?"

"You!"

"Me?" Song Guanchao was totally confused.

Wu Yun sniffled and said, "Why haven’t you been answering my calls these past few days?"

"Uh, I was dealing with some matters."

"Liar! You’ve been suspended, what matters could you have to deal with? You just don’t want to see me, you’re deliberately avoiding me!"

"Really not."

Song Guanchao closed the door, lest the neighbors see and create a situation hard to explain.

Wiping her tears, Wu Yun said, "I’ve already talked to my dad. I will definitely investigate and clear your name!"

Song Guanchao couldn’t help but laugh: "Those people are very careful, you won’t find anything. Besides, you’re from the Disciplinary Committee, not the police."

"I don’t care, I want to investigate!"

"You were wrongly framed, everyone knows!"

Wu Yun stubbornly said, and after a while, she looked around the room and asked in a low voice, "Is Jiajia at home?"

"No."

"Oh." Wu Yun visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

She had been so excited to see Song Guanchao, she had forgotten about that.

"You should stay out of this matter, the truth isn’t important. This is someone using it as an excuse to suppress me, targeting Secretary Wu."

"Then what will you do? Are you just going to accept being wronged?"

"As a secretary, isn’t it just to take the fall for the leader at critical times?"

Song Guanchao chuckled, stroked her hair, and said, "Alright, go back now."

"No, I haven’t seen you for several days, I... I miss you."

Wu Yun, with her head down, clutched at his clothes, "Don’t you want to see me at all?"

"What nonsense, I’m actually going back to my hometown later. Look, I’ve packed everything already."

"When will you return?"

"I’ll wait until the case is cleared up. I’m pretty tired, it’s a good opportunity to go back and rest."

Wu Yun kept her head down, saying nothing.

After a long time, she lifted her small face, "Then hug me."

Song Guanchao opened his arms and embraced her.

Feeling Song Guanchao’s warmth, Wu Yun’s emotions gradually calmed.

She turned her face and said, "Kiss me."

"Better not... Mmm."

Wu Yun, not playing by the rules, took the opportunity as he spoke to kiss him directly.

Song Guanchao was somewhat helpless, not pushing her away.

They shared a deep French kiss, leaving her gasping and feverish.

A pair of little hands mischievously slipped into Song Guanchao’s clothes and pants, reaching places they shouldn’t.

"Alright."

Song Guanchao pushed her away in time and said, "Go back quickly, I need to pack up and head home as well, my grandma is waiting for me."

"Mm."

Wu Yun blushed as she adjusted her clothes and hair.

If it were any other place, she would definitely cling to Song Guanchao and not let him leave.

But Liang Jiajia could return at any moment, and she feared being seen.

"You go home without telling me, and I wanted to buy a gift for your grandma."

"No need, my family lacks nothing."

"It’s the thought that counts."

"Next time, then."

After finally sending off Wu Yun, Song Guanchao felt a pang of annoyance.

What a sin.

If only he had known it would come to this, why had he left himself this burden of affection.

He picked up his things and headed to the door, about to leave, when the knocking on the door sounded once again.

"Chu... how did you get here?" Song Guanchao was extremely surprised to see Chu Xiao’e standing at the doorway.

Chu Xiao’e’s face was expressionless, and even across the threshold, Song Guanchao could feel a chill coming from her.

She stared at him so intently, making Song Guanchao feel guilty inside, and he chitchatted evasively, "Don’t you have to take care of the kids today?"

Chu Xiao’e’s lips moved slightly as she asked, "Have you been intentionally avoiding me?"

Since the punishment came down from the provincial level until today, they had only spoken on the phone once and hadn’t met face to face.

She was deeply worried about Song Guanchao.

In the past few days, she had inquired from various sources about what exactly had happened to Song Guanchao.

She wanted to help Song Guanchao solve his problems, and even if she couldn’t help, she wanted to see him and ease his troubles.

But Song Guanchao seemed to be treating her like a burden.

In the span of a few days, they had only made one phone call, and it was so perfunctory.

To even see him once had become a luxury for her.

"Not at all."

"Heh."

"If you don’t want to see me, just say it. I’m not some clingy woman; I won’t bother you."

With those words, Chu Xiao’e turned and walked away.

Song Guanchao was dumbfounded.

What was all this?

He hurriedly chased after her and caught her hand.

"Let go!"

Without wasting words, Song Guanchao lifted her in his arms and carried her back inside.

After slamming the door shut with a bang, he pressed Chu Xiao’e onto the couch, kissing her frantically as his fingers deftly unbuttoned her blouse like they were playing the piano.

The kiss ignited the flame inside Chu Xiao’e’s heart, and her response was even more fervent as she suddenly sprang up from beneath him and pinned him beneath her on the couch.

Astride his stomach, her big eyes flickered with fire as she looked at him, and without wasting a moment, she pulled down his jeans.

With a pinch to her own trousers, she quickly unbuttoned them and after a few twists of her hips, slid them down to her thighs.

The black, lacy, and sexy panties contrasted sharply with her porcelain white buttocks.

Grasping the edge of her tiny underwear, she gently flicked it to the side and reached down to take hold of Xiao Song, gently guiding it as she lowered herself onto him, fitting together tightly.

"Ah~"

Chu Xiao’e’s waist convulsed, her chin lifted, and her moans turned into a melodious tune.

Song Guanchao supported her waist, watching her short hair frame her blushing face, her delicate breaths fragrant and her lithe abdomen undulating with her rhythmic movements, bringing him endless pleasure.

Just as he was about to rise and take control, Chu Xiao’e’s hand pressed against his chest and she gasped, "Don’t move, I want to do it myself!"

Song Guanchao could hear the anger in her voice and knew he had neglected her too much these past days, causing her distress.

He lay there properly, quietly becoming a toy for her to vent her emotions on.

Over half an hour later, Song Guanchao let out a muffled groan, his back and waist going numb.

Chu Xiao’e also stopped her movements, tightening her legs around him and staying clamped together.

After a while, her body finally relaxed and laid upon Song Guanchao.

After another moment, she sat up, lifted her long legs, and got off the couch, swiftly getting dressed.

Sitting up, Song Guanchao saw Chu Xiao’e already dressed and sitting beside him. She brushed her hair from her forehead and asked, "Do you know who framed you?"

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