Official Career Storm
Chapter 647

Chapter 647: Chapter 647

Zhou Qian was like a puppet, inexperienced, everything proceeded under Song Guanchao’s guidance.

She didn’t need to do anything, just enjoy the pleasure.

Her panties hung at her ankles; her height of 1.65 meters wasn’t short, but she seemed petite in front of Song Guanchao.

He picked her up, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, her plump thighs in torn stockings.

Song Guanchao’s big hands couldn’t fully grasp her round buttocks.

With a firm squeeze, then release, it bounced like a balloon.

He supported her buttocks, found Yumen, and slowly eased in.

"Ah~" Zhou Qian suddenly tightened her grip around his neck.

With experience from before, Zhou Qian wasn’t as startled as the first time, but she still needed to adjust.

At the moment of complete union, Zhou Qian’s buttocks twitched.

Song Guanchao held her gently, softly.

Until she fully adapted and responded intensely, Song Guanchao started at a pile-driving pace.

Zhou Qian’s brows went from tight to relaxed, her little tongue aimlessly grasped at the air, her eyes hazy and alluring.

Song Guanchao took a few steps back, sat on the bed, and lay down.

Zhou Qian leaned forward resting on him, sitting frog-like on top of him.

Her hips continued to shake.

She slowly propped herself up from Song Guanchao’s body.

Her legs bent, sitting like a duck on him.

This angle was so deep, her waist twitched twice, letting out a soulful moan, lifting her slender arms to unbutton her shirt, unhooking her bra behind her back.

The bra hung on her shoulders, the shirt open.

The half-exposed body was more enticing than completely naked.

Song Guanchao grabbed her perky, pointed chest, as Zhou Qian slowly sat up and then down again.

Initially awkward, quickly driven by instinct, becoming more skilled.

Her slightly fatty belly gave a visually seductive look.

But against her voluptuous buttocks, her slightly fatty belly looked astonishingly slender.

Her buttocks rose and fell, the miniskirt flying up and down with them.

With each rise, a hint of pink was visible.

Zhou Qian started with restraint, slightly suppressing herself, only lightly moaning through her nose and mouth, feeling unable to fully let go.

Perhaps worried about the sound being inappropriate, afraid Song Guanchao would find her wanton.

Even at such a proactive position, she wanted to maintain a bit of modesty.

But when true pleasure hit, she realized she couldn’t hold back.

"Ah~"

She let out a high-pitched sound, beautiful like the sound of strings.

The strength in her body seemed to suddenly drain, collapsing down, her buttocks twitching.

She felt like a dam breaking, with a sense of losing control, unable to restrain herself.

It was a while before she regained her senses, sitting up from Song Guanchao.

She lifted her weakened, soft leg, looking at the basin-sized wet mark on the sheet, like seeing something embarrassing.

"I, I’m going to wash up."

Zhou Qian covered her open shirt, shyly dragging her awkward steps to run out.

Song Guanchao put his clothes on, picking out a pair of jeans and a loose T-shirt from several outfits she had taken out.

Her legs and behind needed jeans to showcase their beauty best.

"Song Guanchao."

"What’s up?"

"I didn’t take any clothes."

"I’ve chosen for you."

Song Guanchao opened the door, seeing Zhou Qian, one hand covering her chest, the other concealing below, almost giving him a nosebleed.

He put down the clothes and quickly left.

The young lady had to follow the project group for an interview in the afternoon; she couldn’t endure such a hassle.

Coming out of the bathroom, Song Guanchao saw her walking awkwardly and asked, "Come over tomorrow then."

"It’s fine," Zhou Qian said, "I’ll be okay after sitting for a while in the car."

Then she whispered, "Be gentler next time."

Song Guanchao blushed, "Couldn’t hold back."

Zhou Qian covered her mouth, giggling.

Not holding back meant he liked her.

Loved her body even more.

Zhou Qian felt slightly proud, her mood bright.

She took Song Guanchao’s arm and walked out.

As they got into the car, Song Guanchao received a call from Director He.

"Secretary Song, there’s a problem."

"Go ahead."

"You better come over."

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the Puzhu Road residential area.

All were self-built houses.

Getting off the car, Song Guanchao glanced and saw Zhou Qian walking normally.

"Secretary Song." Director He and a few others approached, looking a bit grim.

"What’s going on?"

"Residents here refuse to demolish."

"Reason?"

"Want more money," Director He exhaled heavily.

"How much more?"

"Twelve thousand."

"Originally?"

"Three thousand," Director He glanced at Zhou Qian, hesitating.

"No need to hold back, we’re all on the same side."

"Other places too want more money."

"All of them?"

"Pretty much."

"Did this happen yesterday?"

"Not yesterday, just suddenly this afternoon." Director He said, "Secretary Song, I suspect someone’s instigating."

"No need to suspect."

Song Guanchao snorted, he had just showed his might at Three Lanes, now suddenly everywhere wanted more money.

No one would believe there wasn’t any instigation.

Moreover, the instigator was smart.

Asking for more everywhere differs from just one place.

Removing a single Three Lanes wouldn’t require significant plan changes.

But removing all of them would necessitate a complete site relocation.

Song Guanchao wasn’t afraid of site relocation; spending more money was fine.

But the essence of the issue wasn’t the extra cost.

The issue was, if they could instigate this time, changing locations wouldn’t deter further instigation.

Relocation would only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.

As for who was instigating, Song Guanchao didn’t care.

Just a handful of people.

Director He saw him frowning and didn’t interrupt.

"Let’s head back first."

Song Guanchao turned and got into the car.

Zhou Qian saw he was contemplating solutions but was wary of suggesting anything, fearing it would disrupt his thoughts.

"I’ll take you back first."

"Okay."

Dropping Zhou Qian at the TV station, Song Guanchao returned to the City Committee, leaning against his chair.

This problem was truly thorny.

Conventional methods seemed ineffective.

Attempting piecemeal approach was challenging, time-consuming, laborious, severely delaying the timeline.

His initial plan was to settle the relocation within a month.

If piecemeal, it wouldn’t be resolved in less than a year and a half.

Can’t spend all year just focusing on a high-speed rail.

Zeng Li rested her chin in her hand, tilting her head: "Facing some issue?"

"Yeah."

"Talk about it, maybe I can help."

Song Guanchao shook his head: "You better not add more complications."

"Song Guanchao, do you always see me as someone who adds trouble?"

Zeng Li got upset; she didn’t like how Song Guanchao talked to her in that tone.

Like treating her as a child, unwilling to share anything, as if she’d only cause trouble.

Yet, she had helped him many times.

Zeng Li grabbed her bag and stormed off.

Song Guanchao slapped his forehead, feeling foolish for stirring things up.

He hurried to chase after her, but she had already taken the elevator down.

Rushing down the stairs, she was already out of the building.

He caught up with her quickly: "I spoke poorly out of habit, please don’t be mad, can I treat you to bubble tea?"

Zeng Li suddenly stopped, her face covered in a layer of frost, and calmly asked: "Song Guanchao, am I someone really unlikeable to you?"

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