Official Career Storm
Chapter 648

Chapter 648: Chapter 648

"No, no..."

"Really?"

Zeng Li questioned, "But you’re always so impatient with me, aren’t you?"

"Am I some kind of cheap person?"

"Xiao Li..."

"I know you find me annoying, always think I’m clinging to you and don’t want to see me."

"Fine, I won’t bother you anymore, I won’t appear in front of you again, are you satisfied now!"

Zeng Li stomped away from the City Committee in her flat shoes.

Song Guanchao realized his fault and followed her all the way.

The more he followed, the angrier Zeng Li became.

After walking across two streets, she stopped again, "I know, the only reason you talk to me is because of my grandfather. Song Guanchao, you don’t have to force yourself."

Song Guanchao smiled bitterly, scolding himself inside.

He knew she was sensitive, particularly about this, yet he still didn’t pay attention.

"Xiao Li, I didn’t do it on purpose just now, I apologize to you..."

"No need to apologize, go back to work."

Zeng Li continued walking forward, not knowing where she was heading.

After more than half an hour of walking, she was a bit tired, and Song Guanchao was still following her.

Her anger had mostly subsided, but thinking of what Song Guanchao said just now, she felt hurt again.

She couldn’t understand it. Even a stone should soften with such persistence.

But Song Guanchao was harder than a stone.

Even if you don’t like me, why say such hurtful words!

Seeing her sitting on a bench to rest, Song Guanchao turned and walked away.

Zeng Li laughed self-mockingly.

Indeed, he had no patience for her at all.

She had already calmed down, and all he needed to do was come over and say something nice, and she wouldn’t be mad...

As she thought, the grievance welled up inside, Zeng Li’s eyes turned red, and tears started to fall.

"Crying?"

Song Guanchao appeared behind her at some point, and Zeng Li felt a burst of joy in her heart, he hadn’t left.

Then she felt even more wronged and sniffed, "It’s none of your business!"

"Here." Song Guanchao conjured up a cup of milk tea like a magic trick.

"I don’t want it!"

"Have some, you need energy to cry."

"Bastard!"

"Yes, I’m a bastard, hurry and drink it."

Song Guanchao inserted the straw.

Zeng Li took it, biting it fiercely, even breaking the straw.

She glared at Song Guanchao as if she was taking her anger out on the straw, where it wasn’t about drinking milk tea anymore, but biting.

Despite having a face that could ruin countries, even anger seemed to have its own flavor.

After a couple of sips, Zeng Li’s dark eyes darted around, and suddenly she stood up and continued walking.

Song Guanchao hurried to follow.

As they kept walking, Zeng Li suddenly turned into a hotel, took out her ID card, booked a room, and went up the elevator.

Song Guanchao squeezed in as well.

When they got out of the elevator, Zeng Li found the room, swiped the card and opened the door. Just as Song Guanchao was about to catch up, she slammed the door shut.

Song Guanchao quickly stepped forward, blocked the door, and slipped in.

But he didn’t see the victorious smile on Zeng Li’s face when she turned around.

Zeng Li was no longer angry.

She was never one to dwell on things, emotions surged and she’d be angry for just a moment.

Once the anger passed, it didn’t matter.

Once she calmed down, she suddenly realized something.

She found that Song Guanchao’s attitude towards her seemed different.

Before, when he made her angry, he didn’t really apologize.

Sometimes he would even deliberately annoy her just to drive her away.

But gradually he started apologizing.

This time not only did he apologize, but he followed her and bought her milk tea.

This change in attitude was something even Song Guanchao himself hadn’t noticed.

Zeng Li had noticed it.

She guessed that Song Guanchao felt differently towards her now.

Perhaps, he had that kind of romantic feeling for her too.

Otherwise, with his personality, it was enough that he apologized, let alone chase after her to coax her.

She thought this was an opportunity, so she lured him into the hotel.

Sure enough, he didn’t think much and just followed her in.

Zeng Li sat on the edge of the bed, brooding as she drank her milk tea.

Song Guanchao sat beside her, "Still angry?"

Zeng Li asked, "Did you run into something troubling?"

Song Guanchao was stunned, feeling a touch of indescribable emotion.

Even at a time like this, she was thinking about his situation.

This made him feel that sometimes he really wasn’t considerate.

The young girl cared so much about him, while he spoke carelessly.

He looked at Zeng Li with a complex gaze, sighed, and said, "I was too harsh just now, don’t take it to heart."

Zeng Li paused, seeing the sincerity and guilt in his eyes, and inexplicably felt wronged again.

It was like a child who had been treated unfairly for years, suddenly receiving the meticulous care of their parents — though happy, still feeling hurt for the past biases.

She couldn’t hold back, her eyes suddenly turned red.

Song Guanchao quickly hugged her, gently patting her back, "If I say such bastard things again, just slap me."

"Who wants to slap you?" Zeng Li sniffled, put the milk tea on the table, and wrapped her arms around him.

"Hold me tighter."

"Okay."

Song Guanchao held her tighter.

"Put me on your lap and hug me."

Song Guanchao obediently placed her on his lap.

"Your belt is pressing into me, take it off."

Song Guanchao reached to undo his belt.

"My pants are too tight, help me pull them down."

Song Guanchao grabbed her pants, about to pull them down when he suddenly realized.

The reasons seemed normal enough, but the requests were peculiar.

"Hurry up, the pants are so uncomfortable."

Zeng Li twisted her waist, urging him.

Seeing Song Guanchao not moving, Zeng Li huffed and jumped off, taking off her pants by herself.

Right in front of him, she took off those somewhat tight seven-minute slacks.

Then placed her fair round butt on his lap.

"Ugh, your pants are so rough, take them off."

"..."

Even if Song Guanchao was foolish, he knew what she meant.

This girl, it seemed her anger was completely gone.

Her true nature was showing.

"Alright." Song Guanchao grabbed her hand, smiling wryly, "Stop joking."

"You made me angry!"

Zeng Li righteously said, "Do you think a cup of milk tea is enough to make me calm down? Hmph, no way!"

"Then what do you want?"

"You give me a massage."

Zeng Li pressed her chest against him, lips touching his as she said, "Like that time at the bathhouse, massage with essential oil."

Her voice faded to a whisper, "Then, massage there too."

In this private encounter, talking so ambiguously, Xiao Song raised his head silently.

Zeng Li felt it, and deliberately rubbed against him with her thigh.

But these slacks were so annoying.

Song Guanchao cleared his throat, "There’s no essential oil here, can’t do it, next time I’ll take you to the bathhouse."

"If there was essential oil, would you give me a massage?"

"Yes."

"You said it, no backing out."

Zeng Li jumped down, bent over, and rummaged through her bag.

Bending over, her pure black underwear fit perfectly against her round butt, the curve so smooth it made one lose their mind.

The seam between her thighs was clearly outlined in her bent-over position.

There was also a faint damp mark, making the outline even more pronounced.

"Here, essential oil!"

Zeng Li pulled out a delicate bottle of rose essential oil from her bag.

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