"Hey, Miss Lin."
Upon hearing this address, Lin Wanqiu immediately knew he had someone around him.
"Busy?"
"Not busy."
"Come pick me up."
"Hmm?" Song Guanchao was taken aback: "Where?"
"The airport."
"Alright, Miss Lin, please wait a moment, I'll arrange it right away."
"I don't want arrangements, I want you to pick me up."
"Alright, alright, certainly according to Miss Lin's requirements!"
Wu Yun was curious, which Miss Lin?
Seemed like a person of unusual status.
After hanging up the call, Song Guanchao said, "A journalist from the Ministry of Propaganda has arrived, I have to go and receive them."
"Then better hurry," Wu Yun didn't dare to delay him.
Song Guanchao grabbed his coat, about to leave, then turned back, pulling her into his embrace, kissing her fiercely, while grabbing her soft chest, unbuttoning two buttons on her shirt.
Making her lost in desire, her heart pounding wildly.
"Slap!"
He slapped her pert little butt: "I have to go work first."
"Hmm."
