Official Career Storm
Chapter 646

Chapter 646: Chapter 646

The next day, Song Guanchao arrived at the City Committee, but there were no residents from Three Lanes outside the building.

After Zhou Qian’s live broadcast last night, a wave of public opinion surged online.

In the past, demolition always drew criticism toward the government, but this time, support for the government was unprecedented.

Song Guanchao handled it so beautifully, leaving no room for reproach.

The actions of Three Lanes’ residents were beyond excessive.

In comparison, a three-year-old could tell who was right and who was wrong.

At nine-thirty, Song Guanchao held his usual meeting.

Two residential areas completed the signing of the relocation contract yesterday afternoon, while other areas still had unresolved issues.

The main problem was that illegal buildings were not included in the relocation scope, and self-built houses generally faced this issue, causing ongoing disputes.

Regarding illegal buildings, Song Guanchao took a clear stance—not paying!

Additionally, some people hoped to be compensated with an equivalent number of houses based on the number of household members.

Song Guanchao denied this idea as well.

After the meeting, everyone went about their own business, while Song Guanchao leaned back in his chair and called Zhou Qian.

"Miss Zhou, are you busy?"

"Would you like to have coffee? Do you have time?"

"Sure."

Before taking that step with Song Guanchao, Zhou Qian could still endure missing him.

After crossing that line, even while constantly busy with work, she couldn’t help but think about him.

They met at a café near the City Committee, and Zhou Qian had clearly dressed up.

Her dark and light striped women’s suit was well-tailored, accentuating her petite figure.

Her fair wrists and ankles, clean and elegant, stood out as a beautiful urban view on the streets.

Song Guanchao suggested she join the project group for follow-up reporting, which coincided with a series of interviews on Lingjiang City’s high-speed rail construction.

Zhou Qian readily agreed, "But I need to change my clothes; what I’m wearing isn’t suitable for outdoor interviews."

Song Guanchao caught the underlying meaning and tentatively offered, "Shall I take you?"

"Sure, I’ll trouble Mr. Song," Zhou Qian replied happily.

In the car, she felt slightly uneasy, or rather, a bit nervous.

The closer they got to her neighborhood, the more nervous she became.

Once you experience it, you crave it.

That night, although it was the first time, the delightful experience was unforgettable.

The circumstances were poor at the time, and with Wu Yun nearby, both were quite restrained.

Going back home soon...

Zhou Qian’s cheeks couldn’t help but flush.

Her mind was a bit chaotic.

She always wanted to be alone with Song Guanchao, but reaching this point, she didn’t quite know how to proceed.

She completely lacked experience being alone with a man.

In terms of romance, she was a novice.

"We’re here," Song Guanchao’s voice pulled her thoughts back.

"Oh."

This wasn’t Song Guanchao’s first time at her place; he had brought her back before.

Stepping out of the elevator, Zhou Qian unlocked the door with a password, kicking her small leather shoes aside.

Seeing Song Guanchao hesitating at the entrance, she gathered her courage, "Come in and sit for a while."

"Okay."

Song Guanchao took off his shoes; there were no men’s slippers, so he walked barefoot on the floor.

Zhou Qian’s home wasn’t large, just over eighty square meters with two rooms, featuring a French-style decor and warm colors that felt very cozy.

Zhou Qian entered the bedroom, patting her rapidly beating chest, opened the wardrobe, and chose a few clothes.

She took off her clothes, standing before the dressing mirror, glanced at herself, and twisted her body, muttering, "My figure isn’t bad, right?"

At 165 cm, with short hair reaching her ears, her bust wasn’t exaggerated but within the normal range.

Her hips were slightly large, making her resist wearing tight skirts; every time she wore one, the men at the TV station would stare.

During school, she was troubled by her hips, feeling very self-conscious for a period.

Only after entering society did she realize her figure was a natural attraction to men.

Coupled with her charming face, she received considerable care during work.

Her gentle contour and delicate features made her appear like a mature young wife with long hair and a fresh university graduate with short hair, easily adapting and pulling off different styles.

Zhou Qian regretted cutting her hair short.

She guessed that Song Guanchao likely preferred mature women.

Picking up the clothes, she was about to put them on when she suddenly stopped.

Clearing her throat, she called out, "Song Guanchao!"

"What’s up?"

"Come here for a moment."

Song Guanchao walked into the bedroom, noticing her dressed only in underwear standing by the wardrobe, and stalled for two seconds.

Zhou Qian mustered the courage, pointing at the clothes on the bed, "Which do you think looks good?"

"...They all look good."

"I can’t wear them all," Zhou Qian pouted, "Help me choose one."

"Then, uh..."

"You’re standing too far away to see clearly. Come a bit closer."

"Oh, okay."

Song Guanchao moved closer, inhaling the fresh fragrance of a girl, ostensibly looking at the clothes on the bed, but his peripheral vision kept aiming at her.

Her pair of straight, shapely legs, though not tall, boasted excellent proportions, making them appear long.

Even without a large bust, Song Guanchao was surprised to find her hips round and prominent, much larger compared to her waist.

The pair of full thighs could make anyone salivate.

Just standing there adorably, the space between her legs showed no gap, flesh abundant, temptingly inviting.

Zhou Qian suddenly took out a pair of stockings from the wardrobe, "Does this look good?"

"It looks good."

Zhou Qian bent down to slip the stockings on.

She took out a set of JK outfit, "What about this?"

"Also good."

The JK shirt was short-sleeved and very tight-fitting, fastened, turning her moderate chest into a grand curve.

The skirt was so short that it barely covered her intimate area.

Slightly lifting a leg or catching a breeze revealed the enchanting scene of her hidden beauty.

Black stockings, JK outfit, short hair.

This whole getup, how could any man resist it!

Song Guanchao felt a stirring, his throat moving.

Zhou Qian tiptoed, spun left and right in place, "Do I look good?"

"You look good."

"Do you like it?"

"I like it."

Zhou Qian embarrassedly asked, "About the last time?"

"The last time what?"

"Was the last time... comfortable?"

"...It was comfortable."

The simple dialogue rapidly increased the room’s temperature.

Song Guanchao’s heartbeat was rising, Zhou Qian’s pulse quickening, blood rushing wildly, and reason gradually being overtaken by desire.

Zhou Qian pressed her lips together, boldly meeting his gaze, then suddenly grabbed his hand, pulling him down, guiding it to her thigh, breathing lightly asked, "Do you want to tear it off?"

Listening to her clearly unsteady breath, Song Guanchao abruptly hugged her waist, pulling her tightly into his embrace, fierce hormones emitting from his mouth.

Song Guanchao entangled her tongue, forcefully tearing the stockings, Zhou Qian’s body went limp, as if boneless, surrendering to his rough actions.

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