Chapter 332: Chapter 332
Wu Song smiled and got up to go over.
"Are you sure you want me to?"
Wu Song stroked Zhao Tingting’s body.
Zhao Tingting squinted her eyes, happily saying, "Come on, Brother Song, show me your strength."
Wu Song said nothing more and pounced on Zhao Tingting, pinning her down.
Amidst wild thrusts, Zhao Tingting couldn’t stop herself from screaming.
Wu Song remained steady as a rock.
Zhao Tingting finally showed a look of amazement.
Gazing at Wu Song obsessively.
"Brother Song, you’re really incredible!" Zhao Tingting said, lost in passion.
Wu Song gave a faint smile, "Not bad."
Zhao Tingting giggled, "Brother Song, you’re really modest. You’re so amazing, yet so low-key."
Wu Song chuckled, "Hehe, not bad... How do you feel now? Are you okay?"
Zhao Tingting looked down, somewhat proud, "I’m okay, Brother Song, just go ahead."
Wu Song nodded with a smile, "Your fighting power is pretty good too."
Zhao Tingting laughed, "I’m confident compared to others, but when it comes to you, I’m no match. Brother Song, you’re the best."
Wu Song gave a faint smile, pressed Zhao Tingting’s legs apart, her soles facing the ceiling, and continued to thrust.
Soon, Zhao Tingting started screaming and shivering again.
Wu Song didn’t pause at all.
Kept thrusting.
Thump, thump...
The sound of flesh hitting against flesh echoed in the air.
But the office design was really top-notch.
Not only with strong resistance, but also great sound insulation.
So their wild actions went on without disturbance.
And when Wu Song finally finished, Zhao Tingting had rolled her eyes and admitted defeat.
Lying limp, covered in fragrant sweat,
she gazed at Wu Song with admiration.
Wu Song rose up comfortably.
Sitting down, he smiled and stroked Zhao Tingting’s thigh.
Zhao Tingting lay limp, not wanting to move her fingers at all.
Gasping heavily.
"Ah, Brother Song, I’ve experienced the feeling of being exhausted today," Zhao Tingting sighed.
Wu Song laughed, "Really? Haven’t you been a woman all these years?"
"I have, but never so satisfying," Zhao Tingting lazily murmured, gazing at Wu Song with fascination.
"Brother Song, what will I do without you in the future?" Zhao Tingting sighed, gazing at Wu Song obsessively.
Wu Song laughed, "We’ll be colleagues from now on, here, let’s exchange contact details."
Wu Song took out his phone with a smile.
Zhao Tingting lazily said, "I want to wait, I don’t want to move right now."
"Just tell me your number, I’ll add you," Wu Song smiled.
Zhao Tingting recited her phone number.
Wu Song added the contact directly.
Soon, Zhao Tingting’s phone rang.
Zhao Tingting looked at Wu Song and said, "The bureau will give you a phone and our internal SIM card. Then you’ll have contact details of all colleagues and internal communication tools. Not disclosed externally. As for the contact you added, it’s my personal number."
Wu Song nodded, "Alright, no problem."
Zhao Tingting slowly regained her strength.
Took her phone and accepted Wu Song’s friend request.
The two became friends.
Wu Song also tidied his clothes, "Do I have my own office?"
Zhao Tingting laughed, "I’m not too sure, you have to ask Director Cao."
Wu Song got up and walked out, "I’ll go ask Director Cao then."
"You go ahead, I don’t want to move, I want to enjoy Brother Song’s gift a little longer," Zhao Tingting said softly.
Wu Song nodded with a smile, "No problem, I’ll go myself."
Zhao Tingting praised again, "Brother Song, you are truly incredible. They say only the cow gets exhausted, not the field. Brother Song, you’re so powerful, I can’t handle it, you’ve got me totally worn out. And yet, you’re just fine, can’t help but be impressed."
Wu Song gave a faint smile, "Basic skills, that’s all."
"Okay then, Brother Song, you’re amazing," Zhao Tingting raised her thumb again.
Wu Song nodded and walked out.
The office door closed.
Wu Song headed towards Cao Xin’s office.
Once again arriving at Cao Xin’s office door.
Wu Song knocked.
He felt as though he was being watched at the door.
Following his intuition, he saw an extremely secretive camera.
If not for his keen senses, it would be virtually undetectable.
He glanced at the camera.
Inside the office, Cao Xin felt her heart racing at Wu Song’s glance.
Because the camera installed at the office door was so secretive, not even experts could detect it.
Even she couldn’t sense it without prior knowledge.
Yet Wu Song had detected it.
Cao Xin couldn’t help but marvel; this guy Wu Song, he’s truly strong.
Not only skilled in medicine, but his martial prowess seems formidable too.
Definitely a valuable asset.
Has the Security Bureau found a treasure this time?
Unexpectedly, a small-town vet has such skills?
Cao Xin opened the office door.
Wu Song leaned against the doorway, his gaze sweeping over the confident and sexy Cao Xin, his heart fluttering, "Director Cao, what’s up?"
Cao Xin felt his aggressive gaze scanning her whole body, almost as if she were stripped bare.
Unbeknownst to her, Wu Song had activated his penetrating vision, having already seen through her completely.
She had every reason to feel exposed.
Cao Xin instinctively tightened her hips and glanced at Wu Song, "What do you want?"
"Director Cao, with your words, don’t you already know what I want?" Wu Song rose and slowly approached Cao Xin.
Cao Xin saw Wu Song getting closer, knowing well that he’s just an employee and she’s his superior.
Yet her heart tightened, not daring to let Wu Song come too near.
Cao Xin deliberately put on a stern face, "Watch your language, remember, I’m your leader."
Wu Song laughed, "I know, otherwise I wouldn’t bother. By the way, Director Cao, about your health, I can prescribe something to help you recover faster, and assist in your cultivation. Interested?"
Cao Xin’s eyes lit up; she’d been studying the cultivation technique Wu Song imparted and the more she studied, the more profound it seemed.
Though her combat power was decent, she wasn’t yet a Martial Artist, but on the brink, aware of True Qi.
Yet, hadn’t truly generated True Qi, slightly trailing Xue Qingyao, but not by much.
She could break through the barrier to become a true Martial Artist any time now.
Researching Wu Song’s technique, she grew increasingly excited and drawn to it.
Wu Song could even prescribe something beneficial for training; who wouldn’t want it?
Wu Song chuckled, "Does Director Cao want me to do it here at the door?"
Cao Xin glanced at Wu Song, "Well, come in."
"Where do you want me to enter, Director Cao?" Wu Song mischievously glanced at Cao Xin’s ample thighs.
Cao Xin glanced at Wu Song’s pants, humming, "Where do you want to enter?"
Wu Song chuckled and moved closer to Cao Xin, "Doesn’t that depend on Director Cao? Doesn’t matter to me."