Chapter 43: The Home of the Municipal Party Secretary

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  Song Weiqing's home is not a villa like those in TV dramas or movies, but a very ordinary residential area. If there's any difference between it and where ordinary people live, it's that the security guard at the entrance of the community is very diligent. Without Song Miaoqing leading the way, Chen Zhiyuan wouldn't have been able to get in.

  The environment of the residential area is not much different from that of ordinary people, Chen Zhiyuan walked and looked around, couldn't help but wonder: "You live here!"

  Song Mu Qing nodded and said: "Just live here, what's wrong? Is it different from what you imagined?"

  Chen Zhiyuan nodded and said: "I thought all officials lived in villas!"

  "You've watched too many movies, my dad's salary is just that much a month, we can't afford a villa, villas are for rich people, my family isn't rich!"

  "But your dad has power, and with power comes money. Those who want to give gifts to your dad would have to line up for miles!" Chen Zhiyuan still couldn't believe that the parents of the illustrious Lin Cheng could be as poor as Song Muqing had said.

  "Firstly, my dad is not a corrupt official, don't put those images of corrupt officials from movies and TV dramas on him. Secondly, there must be people who come to our house with gifts, of course, my dad will accept them, but what he accepts are just some worthless things. Now, have I satisfied your curiosity?" Song Muqing stood with his hands on his hips, looking very serious.

  Chen Zhiyuan looked at her with a very serious expression, but paired with the student's greenness on his body, it felt a bit out of place no matter how he looked at it, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  "You're laughing at what? I'm telling the truth!" Song Muqing said, turning her head and walking away, muttering to herself: "Forget it, if you don't believe me, that's fine!" Normally, she wouldn't even bother explaining things to someone like Chen Zhiyuan, but today she didn't know why she was acting this way. She had said so much, and seeing him not believing her made her feel inexplicably annoyed. What was wrong with her today?

  Chen Zhiyuan caught up with her in a few steps and laughed: "I didn't say I don't believe you, by the way, what's the matter with your dad inviting me to dinner at your house?"

  "You'll know when you go!" Song Muqing didn't even look at Chen Zhiyuan, striding forward with her long legs, the stretch and flex of her slender legs exuding an astonishing allure, the short skirt wrapping around her buttocks swaying back and forth, stirring up the most primitive desires in men's hearts.

  Chen Zhiyuan felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen, and the little Chen Zhiyuan below slightly lifted its head, stirring restlessly. What a seductress! Although she was clearly a student, her body exuded an aura of innocence, but dressed like that, with that figure, how could anyone not be tempted to commit a crime? She was truly a menace. Chen Zhiyuan muttered to himself in the back, occasionally sneaking glances at those long legs, that raised buttocks, and that slender waist, as a wicked flame gathered in his lower abdomen.

  All the way, Chen Zhiyuan was extremely uncomfortable. He didn't want to look, but his eyes couldn't help but glance up. Today, he finally understood what it meant to be consumed by desire. In his heart, he eagerly looked forward to arriving at Song Muqing's home as soon as possible, because he feared that he would suddenly transform into a wolf and pounce on Song Muqing, doing something beastly that would anger the heavens and shock people. Fortunately, Song Muqing's home wasn't far away, and they would probably arrive in about five minutes.

  Seeing Song Muqing enter her room, Chen Zhīyuàn sat on the sofa and only then did he feel that the evil fire in his body subsided a bit. At this time, he couldn't even remember which floor Song Muqing's home was on, how he had entered the door, or how he had sat down on the sofa - it was all completely forgotten.

  At this time, Song Weiqing was not at home. The house was quiet and still. Chen Zhiyuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and finally suppressed that evil fire. He looked up to size up the city committee secretary's home.

  Song Weiqing's home is not big, about 80-90 square meters in size. The decor is very simple. In the living room, there is a set of combined sofa, on the coffee table there is a set of tea sets and some fresh fruit. On the white wall hangs a couplet - "Ning Jing Zhi Yuan" (Serene and Far-reaching), and in the corner of the wall is placed a TV.

  At this moment, Song Muqing walked out with her hair casually tied in a ponytail, wearing a yellow loose-fitting T-shirt on top, and as she moved, the hem revealed a pair of pink shorts underneath. Her two long legs were still exposed to the air, and as she walked, the room was filled with a faint, unknown fragrance.

  Song Muqing sat down opposite Chen Zhiyuan, glanced at the watch on the wall and covered her stomach with a complaint: "Why hasn't my dad come back yet? I'm starving to death!"

  In Chen Zhiyuan's imagination, even if the municipal party secretary lived in such a place, the house would not be very big, and the decorations would be very simple, but there should at least be a nanny to take care of their daily life. But after hearing Song Muqing say this, did they have to wait for Song Weiqing to come back and cook? He opened his mouth to ask: "Does your family always have your dad cooking?"

  Song Muqing's face turned green with a small expression: "Yes, but my mom wants to do it at home, only she can do it. But my mom is on a business trip, so I have no choice but to let my dad do it!"

  Chen Zhiyuan swallowed his saliva, and the reality was far from what he had imagined: "What? Doesn't your family have a nanny?"

  "No, I usually go to school and can't stay at home for a few days. My mom is also often not at home. My dad said that he could take care of himself by himself, and it's a waste to hire a nanny. Come on, why haven't you come back yet!" Song Muqing said with an air of obviousness.

  Okay, Chen Zhiyuan admitted that the home of Municipal Party Secretary Song Weiqing in reality was far from what he had imagined, movies and TV dramas were indeed deceiving.

  Just then, Song Muqing suddenly exclaimed: "Right, you opened a restaurant, so you must know how to cook. I'm hungry, can you make something for me first?"

  Chen Zhiyuan was startled by her sudden shout and almost fell to the ground, patting his chest: "Can't you not be so sudden, I was almost scared to death!"

  Song Muqing jumped down from the sofa, ran a few steps to Chen Zhiyuan's side, sat down with a plop, grabbed Chen Zhiyuan's arm and shook it vigorously, saying in a sweet and sticky voice: "I'm hungry, can you cook for me? Will you? Will you?"

  Chen Zhiyuan, that little rascal, had never been treated to a woman's coquettish ways before. The sweet and cloying voice in his ears, the faint scent of perfume in his nostrils, and the warm breath on the back of his neck made him feel like he was going to break out in goosebumps all over his body. And just as he had managed to suppress that wicked flame in his heart, it suddenly erupted like a volcano, spreading throughout his entire being in an instant.

  "Alright, alright!" Chen Zhiyuan hastily stood up: "You, where is your kitchen?"

  Song Muqing suddenly jumped up, chirping: "I'll take you there, I'll take you there!" After finishing speaking, she pulled Chen Zhiyuan and ran. Song's big sister was really hungry and didn't feel the slight redness on Chen Zhiyuan's face, his breathing was urgent, and a small tent was erected below!

  Chen Zhiyuan followed her into the kitchen, feeling like Little Zhiyuan was about to explode. The more unbearable it was, the more he wished that Song Muqing would leave quickly. If time dragged on any longer, he feared he wouldn't be able to control himself and do something beastly.

  Song Muqing was completely unaware of Chen Zhiyuan's change, and pulled him to explain the location of ingredients, utensils, tableware and other things. Chen Zhiyuan only felt that time was passing slowly, his mind and eyes were all filled with Song Muqing's plump chest, slender waist, curved hips, and long legs. He didn't know how much time had passed before Song Muqing finally returned to the living room. It wasn't until then that Chen Zhiyuan let out a sigh of relief, only to realize that his clothes were already drenched in sweat.

  Chen Zhiyuan washed his face with cold water and suppressed the evil fire again, feeling a wave of bitterness in his heart. He couldn't help but think that if he continued to suffer from such stimulation, wouldn't it be bad for him? Ah, Second Brother, you've suffered along with me!

  Song Muqing sat in the living room watching TV, occasionally urging Chen Zhiyuan to hurry up. Chen was busily cooking in the kitchen, and he couldn't help but think: Is this a dinner invitation from the municipal party secretary, or are these two lazy people just using me as their personal chef?

  When Chen Zhiyuan had cooked a table of dishes, Song Muqing pushed open the door and walked in.

  As expected, I was caught to be a laborer, damn it, this meal point is also too accurate!

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