Song Xiaoan, with a stern face, steered the conversation away, "You start the meeting first. Those people are waiting impatiently."
Song Xiaoping's purple eyes narrowed, and he said coldly, "Thank me first."
Song Xiaoan truly hadn't expected his brother to be so persistent. He could only brace himself and say thank you.
His expression was clearly unwilling.
Xu Qian didn't care at all.
Song Xiaoping grabbed Xu Qian and walked towards the conference room.
The two figures walked in perfect sync, causing Song Xiaoping to stroke his chin.
When did they get together?
The conference room was about the same size as a concert hall, with seats arranged from low to high at the back. The two of them sat in the front row.
As soon as the host saw their leader arrive, he quickly went on stage to give a speech.
"Welcome everyone to the 45th meeting this month. Now, Director Liu will speak."
Xu Qian leaned back in her chair, listening to them blabber on about how to plan attacks on various bases.
They even revealed information that shouldn't have been spoken.
Xu Qian leaned close to Song Xiaoping's ear and chuckled, "Commander, you're really not careful."
Song Xiaoping's expression remained unchanged. He lazily crossed his legs and said indifferently, "Even if you spread it, I have a next step planned."
The young girl tilted her head and stared at him for a moment. Her eyes twinkled, and she gently kissed his cheek.
"Mwah~" she chirped.
Director Liu, who was speaking volubly on stage, saw it. He choked, and with immense self-control, he desperately tried to salvage his speech.
Song Xiaoping's body stiffened. He hadn't expected her to kiss him so openly.
Xu Qian did it on purpose. She didn't feel anything wrong with kissing him. A kiss was a kiss.
The system had just sent a message: bases near City A were retreating to Bright Base. It told her to stall for time and keep him from working.
Song Xiaoping licked his gums, his tongue pressing against his warm cheek where she had kissed him. He endured it, but he couldn't hold back any longer.
Suddenly, his chin was grabbed, and the man leaned forward, kissing her red lips.
Their tongues wrestled, neither yielding.
Song Xiaoan next to them pressed his brow, looking speechless.
Brother, can't you kiss her in your room? There are so many people here.
When the two finally parted, the people around them and on the stage breathed a sigh of relief.
"Xu Qian, don't provoke me."
Xu Qian raised her eyebrows and provocatively kissed the corner of his mouth.
"I'll provoke you. What can you do about it?" After all, no matter what she did, he wouldn't touch her.
She just didn't want him to have a proper meeting, didn't want him to work properly.
Song Xiaoping narrowed his eyes slightly and pulled her hand, leading her out.
Xu Qian followed him obediently, a smile on her lips.
On the same floor was a small conference room with a large round wooden table in the center, surrounded by many stools.
Song Xiaoping turned and locked the door. He unbuttoned his collar, revealing a hint of pale skin underneath.
He exhaled and chuckled, "Qian'er, do you think I won't touch you?"
Xu Qian raised her eyebrows in surprise. Is he serious?
Is he angry?
The man's figure flashed, and he pressed her onto the round table, tearing at her red robe.
Xu Qian certainly wouldn't let him have his way. She forcefully pushed him away and had already flashed to the other side of the round table.
"Commander, why are you angry!"
Song Xiaoping let out a cold laugh.
"I'm not angry. I want to have you."
Only then did Xu Qian truly realize he was serious.
No way.
Haven't seen each other for a few months, and he's breaking his precepts?
"I don't agree. You can't force me." kuAiδugg
"Oh?" Song Xiaoping held back a surge of anger. He had hacked into Guan Weiyun's house network, and those steamy videos had made him green with envy.
She was willing to do it with Guan Weiyun, but not with him?