Song Guanchao immediately sat up and directly dialed Wu Qiangwei's number.

"Secretary, Happy New Year!"

"Not asleep yet?" Wu Qiangwei's tone was calm, but you could tell she was in a good mood.

"Not yet, I was just sending New Year greetings to a bunch of leaders, and I was about to send you one, but you beat me to it. Didn't give me a chance."

"Heh." Wu Qiangwei felt a bit amused in her heart, this rascal was still so smooth-talking.

"Where are you celebrating New Year, Secretary?"

"At home."

"Set off any firecrackers?"

"Yes."

"Received any New Year money?"

"Yes."

They exchanged words back and forth like robots, but with Song Guanchao, no amount of awkwardness would kill the conversation.

After a few minutes of chatting, Wu Qiangwei said, "My family is calling me to go out and play, see you after the New Year."

"Okay."

After hanging up, he took another look, and wow, suddenly there were over a hundred texts on his phone.

His WeChat was also flooded with messages from a bunch of people.

Ignoring the New Year greetings from various departments, he first called back Liang Jiajia.

"You big perv, did you miss me?"

"Of course, rock hard."

"Pfft."

"Are you in Lingjiang or the Provincial City?"

"Of course I'm in Lingjiang, but at my grandpa's place in the countryside, so many people, it's noisy as hell outside. How about you, where are you?"

"I'm still in the village too, they're still setting off firecrackers outside. Can you hear it?"

"I can." Liang Jiajia suddenly lowered her voice, "Really rock hard?"

"Absolutely!"

"Well... want to video call? I'll show you." Liang Jiajia's voice was incredibly shy.

Song Guanchao felt his heart race, "Is it convenient? Won't your family see?"

"I'll go to the bathroom to show you."

"Better not, if you accidentally make a sound and someone hears, you won't have any face left."

"Huh, I'm just showing you, not doing anything else."

"Just watching isn't enough, I want to see you touch yourself."

"Then I'll bite on a towel, won't make a sound."

Song Guanchao was genuinely tempted by her words.

Just as he was about to agree, someone called out for Liang Jiajia on her end.

"My mom's calling me, so annoying."

"You better go then."

"Kiss me."

"Mwah."

After hanging up, he continued to call Liu Lanzi.

"Are you home?"

"Yeah, I'm at my parents' place."

They chatted for a while, then Song Guanchao called Fu Ying.

Fu Ying had also gone back to her hometown, and she said ever since her relatives found out she became the Mayor, they'd been trying to curry favor.

During New Year, a whole bunch of relatives came over, and she even had to sit in the main seat during meals.

This status, she never dared to imagine before.

And her family used to be just an ordinary rural household, but this year even the town mayor personally visited, extremely respectful.

Next, he called Xu Xin.

"Where are you celebrating New Year?"

"At my grandmother's place."

"Huangni Village?"

"No, in another village."

"The people from Huangni Village didn't cause any trouble, did they?"

Xu Xin replied in a relaxed tone, "They're rushing to flatter me; I heard from my grandmother that the county head had visited several times, and the village committee comes every month to offer condolences, bringing grains and oil and even helping to rebuild houses."

Assured that there were no issues on her end, Song Guanchao felt relieved.

Then, he called Chu Xiao'e.

"I thought you wouldn't call me."

Receiving a call from Song Guanchao, Chu Xiao'e was quite surprised.

Song Guanchao felt a bit sheepish, her words made him a little ashamed.

"Judging by your tone, are you not having a good New Year?"

"Not really happy." Chu Xiao'e felt a bit weary, "My family keeps setting me up with blind dates."

After some back-and-forth, Chu Xiao'e suddenly asked, "Are you alone there?"

"Yeah, just lying on the bed."

"Video call."

"Sure."

Song Guanchao clicked on the video call, and Chu Xiao'e was also lying on the bed.

Her nightdress had a very low neckline, revealing the cleavage of her ample bosom.

Chu Xiao'e suddenly got out of bed, Song Guanchao asked, "Where are you going?"

Chu Xiao'e didn't speak, but Song Guanchao heard the sound of the door being locked.

In his heart, he guessed a few things.

Chu Xiao'e returned to bed, her big eyes staring at the screen, whispering, "I want to see you."

Song Guanchao knew exactly what she meant. He turned the camera, lifted the blanket, and pulled down his underpants.

Looking at his enormous manhood, Chu Xiao'e's eyes almost sparkled as she lightly spat, "What are you thinking about, reacting so strongly."

"Thinking about you," Song Guanchao said, "Let me also have a look."

"No."

"Then I won't let you look."

"Hmph."

Chu Xiao'e also turned the camera around, lifted her nightgown, displaying a perfectly flawless hourglass figure, with a slender waist and plump hips.

Song Guanchao's throat felt a bit dry: "Take off your panties."

Chu Xiao'e didn't speak, but did as he asked, bent her legs, lifted her hips, and pulled her panties down, revealing her tender beauty.

"Touch it," Song Guanchao's throat smoky said.

Chu Xiao'e placed her delicate hand down, her legs slightly parted as Song Guanchao watched her fingers slowly slide inside.

Even through the screen, Song Guanchao could hear her heavy breathing.

As Song Guanchao kept making requests, her reactions grew stronger, and their conversation became even more vulgar.

A few minutes later, she suddenly let out a soft cry, her body twitching on the bed a few times.

Song Guanchao, consumed by desire, whispered, "Eat well during the New Year, keep your body healthy, I'll come to your office after the festival."

After releasing her desires, Chu Xiao'e giggled and teased, "Alright, I'll wear a skirt that day with nothing underneath."

This enchantress!

Ending the call, Song Guanchao quickly dialed Lin Wanqiu.

Then he called Wu Yun and Zhou Qian.

He looked at texts from Si Qingqing and Xu Suyi; he responded symbolically with one sentence, not bothering to call.

After all this busyness, it was already forty minutes past midnight.

Just then, Zeng Li sent a message: "You don't even wish me a Happy New Year!"

"..." Song Guanchao was speechless.

Happy New Year for what?

Fine, one more call won't hurt, so let's dial.

"Happy New Year."

"Hmph, it's not good at all!"

Zeng Li was full of resentment: "If I don't send a message, you wouldn't even call me!"

"That's not true," Song Guanchao said, "I was just wishing the other leaders a Happy New Year, planning to call you right after."

"Really?" she felt a bit better.

"Truer than pearls!" Song Guanchao said, "See, I haven't even wished your grandfather yet, but I've called you first."

"That's more like it."

After calming her down for a while and hanging up the call, Song Guanchao continued sending New Year's messages to the senior officers and several bigwigs in Beijing Port.

It was already one o'clock.

He tossed his phone aside, ready to rest, but suddenly picked it up again.

He suddenly wondered if Qu Xiangru might have sent him a New Year message too?

There were so many messages after midnight, he really hadn't noticed.

Checking Qu Xiangru's WeChat, he was disappointed.

No message from them at all.

"Happy New Year," he sent a message but waited a while for a reply, guessing they were asleep.

Next door.

Qu Xiangru was also handling these New Year messages and calls, plus needing to wish some leaders.

After finishing everything, she put the phone down.

Just closed her eyes, then picked up the phone again, searching through unread messages drowned by holiday greetings.

Finally, she found Song Guanchao's profile picture.

There was one unread message.

Qu Xiangru softened her gaze, replying: "Happy New Year."

The vibration from her phone made Song Guanchao instantly open his eyes.

Grabbing it and seeing, he laughed foolishly and replied: "Want to be even happier?"

Qu Xiangru raised her eyebrow and sent a question mark: "?"

Song Guanchao: "Lonely little wildcat, passionate as fire, door-to-door service, satisfaction guaranteed."

Qu Xiangru held back a laugh: "Price?"

Song Guanchao: "Special price only 999!"

Ding.

Qu Xiangru transferred 999.

Song Guanchao jumped up, clothes and pants off, rushing towards the opposite door.

He opened the door, and the room lights were still on.

Qu Xiangru was leaning against the headboard, her long hair like ink, looking lazily elegant.

Song Guanchao took off his underpants, stood before her flaunting his masculinity, even flexing his biceps seductively.

Qu Xiangru tossed away her phone, sat up and tucked her hair, crawled out from the blankets like a sexy little wildcat to the edge of the bed.

Her alluring eyes looked up at him, cradling his proud banner, her tongue slipped out from parted red lips, gently curling around, softly taking him all in, then suddenly wrapping and sucking forcefully.

That suction almost pulled Song Guanchao's soul right out.

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