"Provincial Committee..."
Song Guanchao already had a plan in mind. He gave her a gentle tap on the bottom, "Arrange a meeting with Minister Wang tomorrow."
Wu Qiangwei asked, "Do you have an idea?"
Song Guanchao's lips curled up, "He wants to go to the Provincial Committee, and he'll need at least six votes. Governor Lu and Governor Qu's two votes are certain. However, we can't give them all at once—give him one vote first. The rest might be useful later."
Wu Qiangwei gently acknowledged, then squinted her beautiful eyes, "Are you confident about Governor Qu's vote?"
"..." Song Guanchao's smile stiffened and began anew.
He thrust his waist and abdomen, sat up, flipped over, pressed her down, and amidst her light cries, forcibly kissed her.
Wu Qiangwei lightly patted his shoulder, feeling as though she were slapping a rock.
With Song Guanchao's tongue probing in, her patting grew weaker. Later, she reciprocated his embraces.
