Chapter 140 Go to His Room

Chapter 140 Go to His Room

Chapter 140 Go to His Room
"Click--" opens a can of Budweiser beer.

As the slightly cool wine went down his throat, Tang Song scanned the entire venue.

I didn’t see Director Wang holding the cat.

He did notice quite a few girls peeking at him, and some were even taking pictures.

"Hey, which beauty are you looking at?" Wenruan touched him with her shoulder, "Is it the innocent girl who brought you beer just now? Do you want me to introduce her to you?"

Tang Song smiled and looked at her again.

I'm wearing something conservative today.

Sweatpants + loose T-shirt, doesn't look that eye-catching.

She has a classic hourglass figure, with a large frame and full breasts and hips.

A top that is too loose may hide the waistline and make you look a little too bulky.

But it still can't hide her sexy and attractive figure.

"After looking around, Sister Wenruan is still the prettiest."

The corners of her mouth rose softly, "I admit that you have good taste."

The two of them huddled together and chatted in low voices.

From time to time, female colleagues would bring over some snacks and desserts and chat with Tang Song with a laugh.

It made Wenruan feel tired.

After waiting for a few minutes, Brother Zhang came over with the room card and ID card.

Wen Ruan thanked him, said hello to his colleagues, and took Tang Songchao upstairs.

On the dark wooden stairs, Tang Song, who was following behind him, just raised his head slightly and could see the soft, plump and full peach buttocks.

The loose sweatpants are filled up like a full moon.

Take a deep breath. Oh my god, this is unbearable!

Walk up to the quiet 3rd floor.

Wen Ruan suddenly turned around and saw Tang Song staring at her butt without blinking.

She covered her mouth and chuckled, "What's the matter, brother, do you suddenly have any bold ideas?"

Thinking of the other party's teasing about "bold ideas" last time, Tang Song said sincerely: "Indeed, there is, Sister Wenruan, do you want to know?"

"Oh? How old is it? 18?" Wenruan raised his eyebrows.

"18? What does that mean?" Tang Song was stunned, his face full of question marks.

Wenruan stretched out his slender index finger.

When Tang Song saw the direction of her finger, he suddenly realized what was going on and felt numb.

I just felt my blood boiling and my heartbeat started to accelerate.

This kind of mature older sister was definitely not someone a young man like him could handle.

Walking to the door of Room 311, Wenruan hooked her finger at him and said in a charming tone, "Come in, brother."

Tang Song took a deep breath and walked in.

This is a standard room of about 15 square meters, with a small bathroom on the right side of the door.

The decoration is pretty good, with a TV, desk and kettle.

Wenruan threw the hot water bottle on the bed, held the flowers in both hands, lowered her head and took a deep breath, and couldn't help but sighed: "It smells so good, I like it so much, but it's a pity that there is no vase here, it will probably wither overnight."

"Then I'll give you another bouquet tomorrow."

Wenruan raised her head and suddenly asked, "It was Lili who told you that I like tulips, right? She was also the one who told you I was here, right?"

Tang Song nodded and said, "Yes, I heard that you had your period, I was worried, so I rushed over."

Wenruan leaned forward slightly, looking at him with her watery eyes, "Then do you know what the flower language of tulips is?"

"Uh..." Tang Song shook his head awkwardly.

"Love, thoughtfulness, elegance, and wealth. In addition, different colors of tulips have different flower meanings. Red tulips represent the confession of love."

"I see." Tang Song pursed his lips, "I really don't know this. To be honest, I know very little about flowers. This is also the first time I buy flowers for a girl."

Wenruan blinked, and her plump body leaned over directly, looking him in the eyes face to face and asked: "Is it true?"

"Of course it's true." Tang Song's expression was very sincere.

He didn’t have the time to think about these things before, and he and Qianqian had just been together for a short time, so he didn’t have this awareness yet.

If Hu Mingli hadn't reminded him, he would never have thought of sending flowers.

They stared at each other for a long while, and her soft and full chest rose and fell.

Tang Song was so frightened by what he saw that he really wanted to lend a hand to help her.

"I believe it is true."

Nodding, Tang Song seemed to suddenly think of something. He picked up his suit jacket, took out a uterus warming patch from his pocket, tore it open and stuck it on his arm.

"It's a little cold. I'll put it on you when I get warmer."

Hearing this, her soft lips trembled and her heart was deeply moved.

Then, Tang Song took out a tablet of ibuprofen from another pocket and said softly, "I also brought you some painkillers. The food you had at noon was too mixed and too cold. You must be in pain now, right? Wait for me a moment."

After saying that, he stood up and walked to the table, touched the electric kettle, took out a disposable paper cup, and poured a glass of water.

Open the ibuprofen package and take out two pills.

He handed her the water and medicine and said, "Ibuprofen is a nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drug. Its analgesic effect works by inhibiting the synthesis of prostaglandins. You can take it as long as your stomach is fine. But it won't work immediately, so just be patient."

"Thank you." Wenruan bit her lower lip hard, reached out to take it, and drank the medicine obediently.

Although everything seems calm on the surface, inside, it feels like a landslide or tsunami.

[Ahhh! You! You! You are trying to kill me! ]

"I'm going to the bathroom, wait for me." Wenruan's voice was a little hoarse, and then she picked up the sanitary napkin and left.

Close the bathroom door firmly.

She leaned against the door softly, closed her eyes, and listened to her own strong heartbeat.

After a while.

Wenruan walked back with a calm expression.

Tang Song tore off the warm pad on his arm.

He looked at her lower abdomen and took the opportunity to propose his bold idea, "Sister Wenruan, how about I help you put it on? My hands are very warm."

Wen Ruan hesitated for a moment, but did not refuse.

She slowly stood in front of him and pulled up her loose white T-shirt, revealing her tight and healthy waist.

The muscle lines on both sides of the abdomen are smooth and beautiful, and the skin is elastic and shiny, forming a strong visual contrast with the huge breasts and peach buttocks.

Noticing Tang Song's gaze, Wenruan exerted a little force to tighten her muscles, and a clear "Chuan"-shaped vest line instantly appeared on her abdomen, which was extremely attractive.

This is the result of her years of fitness and self-discipline, and it is also the source of her pride.

Tang Song licked his lips and pressed the uterus-warming patch against her pants outside her belly.

Wenruan bit her lip, put down her loose T-shirt, pulled her sweatpants down, and pulled up her inner wear.

When she lifted her clothes again, Tang Song's eyes widened.

"Just stick it on your inner layer, it will keep you warm the best."

Tang Song took a deep breath, his nose filled with her scent, and his mind was filled with secrets that could not be told.

"Hurry up, I'm cold."

Tang Song slowly stretched out his hand, put the heating pad on horizontally, smoothed it out, pressed it, pressed it again, and pressed it again.

In the end, he couldn't help himself and touched her beautiful waistline.

In an instant, a layer of fine goose bumps appeared on the skin.

Wenruan pretended to be indifferent and said, "Does it feel good?"

"Very good!" Tang Song nodded sincerely, "Can I help you press the heating pad again?"

"Hmph, wishful thinking." Wenruan turned around, hiding the blush on her face, "Come on, I'll take you to see your room first. If you're not satisfied with anything, I'll change it in time."

……

I don't know when the rain outside the window stopped, and the air is fresh and natural.

The team-building dinner in the evening was very lively.

Barbecue + hot pot, the ingredients are very rich and fresh.

Many of my colleagues came with their partners, and some even brought their pets.

Tang Song also took a few group photos.

After dinner, I played some small games like Draw Me, Time Bomb, etc. with him.

I don’t know if the painkillers and uterine warming patches really worked, but my lower abdomen felt much more comfortable after feeling the warmth. I joined in the fun for a while, with the smile on my face the entire time.

9 o'clock in the evening.

Tang Song pulled Wen Ruan to the mini gym on the second floor.

Start exercising on the elliptical machine while watching a movie.

There's no way around it. His fitness task requires him to work out in the gym for 10 hour every day for the next 1 days, so today he can only paddle in the water.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of other places, it is much quieter here and is also suitable for two people to be alone.

Wenruan took some time to take a photo of him and shared it with her girlfriends.

The comment read: "He is such a self-disciplined and athletic boy who never misses any opportunity to improve himself. I am a little ashamed of myself."

【Hu Mingli: embarrassing.jpg】

【Hu Mingli: "Our President Tang is such a straight man. With a beautiful woman like you next to him, he is actually working out??"】

【Zhang Ziqi: "Please forgive me for not understanding..."】

【Zhang Ziqi: "I thought you two were already in bed."】

Wen Ruan smiled and replied: "What are you imagining? Don't think we are so dirty!"

10 o'clock in the evening.

After finishing their exercise, Tang Song and Wen Ruan walked upstairs to Tianchao Building while chatting.

At the staircase on the third floor, Tang Song suddenly stopped and invited, "Sister Wenruan, I have been working out very well recently, and my muscles are much clearer. Would you like to come to my room and sit down? I will give you some exercise instructions."

"Fitness instructor..." Wen Ruan muttered, and patted his chest with a smile, "Brother, watch less Korean comics and go to bed early at night."

After saying that, she smiled at him charmingly, turned and walked into the corridor.

Tang Song sighed. As soon as he reached the fourth floor, he saw a figure standing by the window smoking.

He is tall and thin, and dresses very formally.

He is the director holding the cat in Hu Mingli’s photo.

Hearing the footsteps, Wang Liyu turned around and looked at him with a very complicated look, but when he saw that Wen Ruan did not follow, he felt relieved.

Tang Song nodded politely to him and was about to return to his bedroom.

Wang Liyu suddenly called out to him, "Tang Song!"

"Huh?" Tang Song looked at him puzzledly.

"How long have you and Wenruan known each other?"

Tang Song recalled carefully and said, "More than half a month."

Wang Liyu put out the cigarette in his hand and whispered, "I understand, thank you."

...

In room 311.

After washing up, Zhang Xintong put on a facial mask and looked at Wen Ruan who was sitting on the bed in a daze. She smiled and said, "Sister Wen Ruan, your boyfriend came all the way to accompany you. Isn't it a bit bad for you to leave him alone there?"

Wenruan put her chin on her knees and murmured, "Is that so?"

Zhang Xintong nodded and said, "Yes! And Hu Yike also lives on the fourth floor. She is so enthusiastic about your boyfriend that tears are almost flowing from her eyes. During the meal, she kept picking up food for Tang Song. I think she dared to knock on Tang Song's door tonight."

Hu Yike is the girl with short hair, in her early 20s, with a pretty face.

Wenruan's heart skipped a beat, and she was torn between her conscience and her desires in her mind.

After hesitating for a while, he took a deep breath, took out his phone and sent a message to Tang Song: "Brother, what are you doing?"

"Ding Dong——" the reminder sound rang out.

It's a photo.

I clicked on it and saw that it was taken by Tang Song in the toilet, holding toilet paper in his hand.

Wenruan pursed her lips and replied: "If you miss me, just tell me directly, don't get it all over your hands."

"Ding-dong-"

[Tang Song: "I miss you."]

The corners of Wenruan's mouth curled up instantly. She immediately stood up from the bed, let her hair down, and took clothes out of her bag.

Zhang Xintong asked curiously, "What's wrong, Sister Wenruan?"

Wen Ruan said as she changed her clothes, "I suddenly remembered that Tang Song's suit is still here with me. I'll go and deliver it to him."

"Then will you come back tonight?"

"Maybe I'll have to chat with him for a while and come back later. You go to bed first."

...

"Dong dong dong -" there was a knock on the door.

Tang Song, who had just walked out of the bathroom, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who?"

"I." The voice was not loud, but Tang Song heard it very clearly.

His heart skipped a beat and he walked quickly forward, opening the door.

Then, he saw Wenruan, wearing his suit jacket, standing at the door.

"You said you missed me, so I came to see if your hands are full." Wenruan smiled and walked in.

She took off her suit jacket, revealing the tight T-shirt underneath, and sat down on his bed, her plump legs tightly pressed together, so smooth and delicate that it seemed as if there were no pores at all.

Tang Song let out a long breath, slowly stood in front of her, and admired her full and voluptuous figure from top to bottom.

Their eyes met, and they looked at the older sister's half-smile.

Tang Song bent down, held her shoulders with both hands, lowered his head, and felt the wetness and sweetness between her lips and teeth.

(End of this chapter)