7 p.m.
Wu Qiangwei had just changed into her running shoes, ready for a night run, when she suddenly received a call from Song Guanchao.
He was coming to report on his work.
Wu Qiangwei, of course, could differentiate between priorities and knew that what Song Guanchao was reporting was very important.
But why did it always have to be at night?
What she didn't know was that Song Guanchao had intentionally chosen the night to report.
"You wait for me downstairs."
As she went downstairs, she saw that Song Guanchao was already waiting there.
Wu Qiangwei was wearing sports shorts and a tight tank top T-shirt, revealing a patch of snow-white waist, and the cleavage was clearly visible.
The shorts were of the yoga pants type, just past the thigh root, creating a bulging triangular area, slightly raised and seductively plump.
"Secretary, are you going for a night run?"
"Mm."
"Then you should run first. Don't get winded again."
"..."
