Chapter 520: Fresh Clothes and Furious Horses, Copywriter
Chapter 520: Fresh Clothes and Furious Horses, Copywriter
Suhewan OCT.
Mo Xiangwan reminded softly: "Boss Tang, we are here."
"Yeah." Tang Song came back to his senses from his thoughts, pushed open the car door and got out.
The cool evening breeze blew gently, making his thoughts a little clearer.
"Mr. Tang, are you worried about something?" Mo Xiangwan approached him and asked in a low voice.
Tang Song shook his head, "It's okay, let's go in."
Triggering the [Light Feather of Memory] and suddenly gaining back two years of memories actually had a profound impact on him.
That's why I care so much about Zhang Yan's affairs.
In fact, if he hadn't received Zhang Yan's messages frequently on QQ, he probably wouldn't have felt so deeply.
For him, junior high school was already ten years ago.
In ten years, even a close friend like Zhang Lei eventually became an ordinary good friend.
Not to mention Zhang Yan, my memory is blurred.
We walked through the green area of the community and arrived outside Annie's villa.
Enter the password and open the door.
I put on slippers and just walked into the living room.
An exaggerated and enthusiastic voice rang out: "Welcome back, my dear!"
Tang Song looked in the direction of the voice and saw Anne Kate leaning lazily on the sofa.
Wearing a sexy light-colored suspender top with dark shorts, she highlights her proud S-shaped figure.
Her slender thighs appear white, delicate and smooth as silk under the soft light, and the whole person is like an exquisite and charming painting.
"Good evening, Annie. Glad to be back." Tang Song raised his hand with a smile, his tone relaxed and natural.
Seeing Mo Xiangwan following closely behind, Annie frowned.
Then he stood up and rushed towards him with open arms.
Before Tang Song could react, she pulled him into her arms, with her plump breasts pressing directly against his chest.
Anne put her arms around his neck and rubbed his face, her voice sweet and teasing: "Oh, honey, I've been having a hard time today. I've been jet-lagged all day and I'm just coming to myself now."
Tang Song felt that breathing suddenly became difficult, and subconsciously glanced at Mo Xiangwan beside him with an innocent expression.
He really wanted to maintain some dignity in front of his game character, but Annie's enthusiasm was irresistible.
"Mua~" Annie kissed Tang Song on the face, "Song, you are so charming today. Did you put on makeup? Your hairstyle has become more handsome too."
"Uh..." Tang Song said awkwardly, "Thank you for the compliment."
Su Yu's styling team is really amazing. His hairstyle and eyebrows have been carefully trimmed to better suit his facial features and make him look more refined.
Mo Xiangwan finally couldn't help but interrupt: "Annie, Song and I haven't had dinner yet, please help arrange it."
"No problem. In fact, I've already told the chef to prepare it." Anne glanced at the clock in the living room and added, "Ten minutes left."
Mo Xiangwan said to Tang Song: "Okay, let's go wash our hands first."
Annie raised her eyebrows, looked at her, and deliberately dragged out her tone, "Mo, you didn't tell me that you would stay here today. What? Do you treat Song as a little baby? Do you even want to 'supervise' such a small matter as staying at a friend's house?"
Mo Xiangwan's mouth twitched and he explained, "I have some work matters to discuss with you, so I need to stay with you."
"Sorry, I'm on vacation now, so we won't talk about work." Annie's eyes flashed with cunning, "Mo, I didn't bother you during the day, so you can date as much as you want. Shouldn't you let me have him at night? I think Song looks very tired, and he might need my help to relax."
Mo Xiangwan couldn't help but sighed, "Annie, can you restrain yourself a little? We just came back to rest."
"Why are you so nervous?" Annie put her hand on her shoulder and deliberately lowered her voice, "Or... do you actually want to help him 'relax'?"
Mo Xiangwan's face tensed up instantly, but then she regained her composure, "Ms. Kate, please be careful, this joke is not funny."
"If I really like someone, it won't just stay at the 'joking' stage." Annie smiled meaningfully and looked directly at Tang Song, as if waiting for his response.
Tang Song and Mo Xiangwan were both stunned, and the atmosphere suddenly became subtle.
This American socialite is confident, outspoken, passionate and thrill-seeking, which is completely opposite to the reserved and introverted traditional Chinese ladies.
Mo Xiangwan had no doubt that the other party was serious.
Anne was very tired after a whole day of flying yesterday and due to jet lag.
But looking at her appearance today, she might really launch a night attack.
Mo Xiangwan's chest heaved, and she began to take out her phone from her bag. "I think I need to communicate with Director Jin."
Anne narrowed her eyes slightly, but her smile was still bright: "If you want to sow discord between us, you can try, but you must consider the consequences carefully."
Hearing this, Mo Xiangwan stopped moving and his eyes flickered.
As a close confidant cultivated by Tang Song, her feelings for Tang Song are no less than those for Su Yu.
Anne is an indispensable "diplomat" and resource link in the team, representing the Kate Group.
If she caused misunderstandings between Annie and Tang Song or Director Jin, it would be a consequence she could not bear.
Biting his lip, Mo Xiangwan whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."
Tang Song frowned slightly, reached out and patted the big mare on the back, and said in a more serious tone: "Annie!"
"Oh, sorry, I was just joking." Annie quickly restrained herself and waved her hand gracefully, "Let's go, let's go eat."
As she spoke, she took Mo Xiangwan's arm and intimately told her the foreign entertainment gossip she knew.
The restaurant is located next to the open kitchen on the first floor of the villa. The long table is covered with a white linen tablecloth and a bouquet of fresh white roses is placed in the center.
The dinner was very sumptuous.
Appetizers, main courses, side dishes, desserts, drinks…
The long table was filled with food.
Although Anne had a poor appetite due to jet lag, she was very generous and enthusiastic as a host.
The sound of wine glasses clinking, Anne's laughter, and the aroma of delicious food.
The atmosphere lingered throughout the restaurant and gradually became more harmonious.
When going to bed, Annie even suggested that Mo Xiangwan sleep with her.
But it was ruthlessly rejected.
……
July 2023, 10, Thursday, cloudy, 5~19℃.
Inside the OCT villa in Suhewan, sunlight shines into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, giving the soft sofas and exquisite ornaments a warm golden coating.
Tang Song sat on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, flipping through the script of "Parallel Dawn" and chatting with Mo Xiangwan.
Su Yu's shooting schedule today is in the afternoon and evening, while Tang Song's guest appearance is in the evening.
"Ding-ling-ling——" The cell phone rang suddenly.
It’s an unfamiliar number from Shanghai.
Tang Song answered the phone casually, "Hello? Who is this?"
A respectful and steady male voice came from the phone: "Good morning, Mr. Tang. I am a staff member of Sheng Tang Security. Here is a car that you have entrusted to escort. It has arrived in Shanghai. We will deliver it to you at any time that is convenient for you."
Tang Song's heart moved, and he instantly became excited, "Okay, we can do it now. I'm in Suhewan Overseas Chinese Town, you can just send the car over."
"Okay, we'll be there in about half an hour, please keep an eye out for calls."
"Bye-Bye."
After hanging up the phone, Tang Song raised a smile and looked energetic.
Mo Xiangwan keenly caught the change in his expression and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
"My car is here." Tang Song smiled and shook his phone, his eyes revealing unconcealable joy.
At this moment, a sound of footsteps came from the direction of the stairs.
Anne came down from upstairs listlessly, wearing a loose silk nightgown, yawning and complaining: "What car? Oh, I hate jet lag. It makes me feel like myself."
Because of Tang Song and Secretary Jin, China has almost become her second home.
As an elite socialite with a very high IQ, Anne is actually very fluent in Chinese, but she is more accustomed to expressing her emotions in English.
Tang Song smiled and said, "Lamborghini Ventado SVJ."
"Wow, cool! I think I've seen your car before, in Shenzhen?" Annie instantly perked up, walked to his side, flicked her long golden hair, and stared at him with burning eyes, "The weather is very good today, handsome gentleman, would you consider taking a sexy girl for a ride on the streets of Magic City?"
She likes driving supercars very much and has invited Tang Song to play with her many times.
But at that time he was serious and not interesting at all, and he never agreed to her proposal.
Now that he has changed his temperament, Anne is naturally eager to try and experience the speed and passion with him.
Tang Song's eyes lit up, and he smiled like a gentleman, "Of course, it's my honor."
As a young person, how could you not be tempted by the dual temptations of supercars and top-quality foreign horses?
Anne cheered and twisted her body happily, her voice as sweet as honey: "Oh, thank you dear, I think I need to take a shower and change into suitable clothes, give me some time."
After saying that, he quickly walked towards the bedroom.
She had been feeling a little listless due to jet lag, but now she was full of energy again.
Mo Xiangwan put down the coffee cup in his hand, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.
About twenty minutes later.
After putting on makeup and changing her clothes, Anne returned to the living room.
The close-fitting halter dress, with the hem stopping just above the knees, outlines her perfect figure.
Wearing a pair of high heels, she looks sexy, hot and charming.
"How is it? I'm pretty good, right?" Annie stood in front of Tang Song, posing like a supermodel, with a hint of boasting in her tone.
Tang Song stood up and looked at her with admiration, "It's perfect. You can definitely be on the cover of a fashion magazine like this."
"Thank you for the compliment." Anne walked over with a cat-like step, exuding a strong scent of perfume, and took his arm. "Let's go. I can't wait."
"The temperature is not high today, do you want to wear a coat?"
"No need. I am naturally cold-resistant, and..." She deliberately lowered her voice and whispered in his ear, "I think being sexy is more suitable for today's atmosphere, isn't it?"
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Tang Song chose to follow your advice.
Looking at the two people about to leave, Mo Xiangwan couldn't help but said, "Mr. Tang, be careful and don't forget what happened this afternoon."
"Okay, don't worry, I won't delay the business."
The sound of "thump thump thump" footsteps was heard.
The door of the villa was closed casually.
Mo Xiangwan looked at the two people's disappearing backs and sighed silently.
……
Just as he walked out of the community gate, Tang Song's cell phone rang again.
He is a staff member of Sheng Tang Security.
After a few brief exchanges, he hung up and stood there waiting patiently.
Two minutes later, a flatbed trailer slowly pulled over, followed closely by an SUV.
After the two cars were parked safely.
Several security guards in black suits quickly got out of the car and surrounded him, their expressions solemn and their eyes sharp. Then, a familiar young man quickly walked out of the SUV.
It was Wang Xiaojun who had previously delivered the Bentley Continental to him.
"Hello, Mr. Tang." Wang Xiaojun bowed slightly and spoke respectfully.
"Hello, long time no see."
After a brief greeting, Tang Song followed Wang Xiaojun to the car.
At this time, the lifting platform of the trailer has been lowered, and a vehicle covered with a heavy dust cloth is quietly parked on it.
"Please check the car first." Wang Xiaojun said as he waved his hand.
The heavy dust sheet was carefully pulled open.
A matte gray Lamborghini Aventador SVJ 63 suddenly appeared on the street.
The cool paint exudes a mysterious and profound texture between the interweaving of light and shadow, outlining the extremely aggressive streamlined contours of the car body.
Wedge-shaped body, low front, exaggerated front spoiler, carbon fiber fang front lip, Y-shaped headlights, eye-catching "63" logo on the door, huge fixed carbon fiber rear wing...
It was like a mechanical beast ready to strike, exuding an oppressive feeling without even being angry.
Many passers-by around stopped and looked over in amazement.
If it weren't for the black-suited security guards around, they would have probably come forward to watch.
Tang Song's eyes lit up slightly, as a young man who loves cars.
Faced with his first supercar, a Lamborghini worth tens of millions, he felt his heart beating faster and his eyes were filled with joy.
I walked around the car, running my fingertips across the cold body of the car, feeling the shock brought by the ultimate craftsmanship.
When you come to the butterfly-wing door and press the key, the door slowly opens like an eagle's wing, revealing the racing seat wrapped in Alcantara.
"There's no problem with the car. Thank you all for your hard work." Tang Song nodded with satisfaction.
"That's good." Wang Xiaojun showed a relaxed smile on his face and handed over a document. "Please sign here, and our mission will be completed."
Tang Song took it casually and signed his name on it.
"Mr. Tang, I won't bother you anymore. Goodbye." Wang Xiaojun bowed and said goodbye, then led the team to evacuate the scene.
At this time, Annie came closer and exclaimed twice with an exaggerated expression.
He walked around to the passenger seat, opened the door gracefully, and sat in.
Her long legs were placed naturally, and her slender fingers skillfully adjusted the position of the seat, exuding a natural and noble temperament in her movements.
She winked at Tang Song, "Come on baby! Let me see your speed and impact power."
The sexy and hot figure looks even more charming against the backdrop of Lamborghini's low body and convertible design.
Tang Song smiled, took out two pieces of carbon fiber roof, each weighing less than 6 kilograms, and placed them in the front trunk.
Lean over and sit in the cockpit.
Before this, he had already consulted the operating manual of the car on the Internet and had a basic understanding of its various functions.
Encouragement.
A low roar instantly resounded throughout the entire block, like a wild beast awakening.
The car started slowly and sped along the quiet street.
As the car drove onto an empty viaduct, the view suddenly opened up.
The clouds in the sky are like flowing scrolls, sometimes thick and sometimes light.
The city skyline in the distance sparkles in the sun, with tall buildings standing side by side like a steel forest.
"Boom!" The roar of the V12 naturally aspirated engine exploded instantly.
The push on their backs pressed the two of them hard into the carbon fiber seats.
"God, that sound is so strong!" Anne put her hands on the edge of the car door and let the breeze ruffle her blonde hair.
Every time she accelerated, she would scream with excitement and say some nonsense, her voice full of freedom and joy.
"Floor it!"
“Good boy now do that again.”
……
The sun gradually rises and the temperature gradually increases.
The matte gray Lamborghini drove out of the elevated road and entered the bustling streets of Shanghai.
The iconic bullfighting logo, the exaggerated and sharp body lines, and the sexy, confident and flamboyant big horse on the passenger seat.
The rate of return is immediately full.
Become the focus of passers-by's attention, discussion, photography and sharing.
The internet celebrity holding a selfie stick stumbled and bumped into his companion.
Some students in school uniforms pointed at the Lamborghini and danced excitedly.
There were also young couples, the boy and girl looked back repeatedly at the same time unconsciously.
Tang Song sat in the car, breathing in the seductive scent of Annie's perfume.
Feeling the fiery, envious, jealous and even shocked gazes, a strange feeling of movement welled up in my heart.
I experienced the youthful vigor and ambition of being young and promising.
When the car stopped at the intersection, Tang Song's right hand unconsciously placed on the passenger's thigh, with a smile on his lips.
Through the dress of outstanding texture, he gently caressed and felt the smoothness and warmth coming from Anne's thighs.
Anne, who was smoking, was stunned for a moment, and a bright smile broke out on her face.
She turned to look at Tang Song, slightly parted her red lips, and blew a smoke ring at him.
Before the sweet scent of Davidoff Gold Edition had dissipated, she leaned forward and kissed him hard on the lips.
The kiss was chilled by the mint and saffron, mixed with the warmth of her mouth, making one's heart beat faster.
There was a hint of laziness and satisfaction in Anne's eyes.
Her golden wavy hair fluttered gently in the wind, and her white shoulders glowed softly in the sun.
Very touching.
……
3:15 pm.
"Da da da--"
The high heels tapped gently on the polished marble floor, making a crisp sound.
Shen Yuyan was wearing a beige windbreaker, high-heeled boots, and carrying a silver suitcase. She looked capable and elegant.
Walk out of the aisle.
Soon I saw my pick-up sign.
"Hello, I'm Shen Yuyan."
"Hello, Ms. Shen, welcome to the Magic City. I am the airport reception specialist of Grand Hyatt Hotel." The middle-aged woman in a dark uniform bowed slightly, her voice low and professional.
Shen Yuyan nodded slightly and followed the other party to the parking area.
Got into a black Mercedes-Benz V-Class business car.
The car was filled with a faint sandalwood scent and the temperature was just right. On the small table there was a bottle of Evian mineral water and a copy of the Financial Times.
The car drove smoothly out of the airport and headed towards Lujiazui in Pudong along the viaduct.
Shen Yuyan leaned back in the leather seat, replied to a few work messages, and glanced out the window.
The afternoon sun shines on the skyline of Shanghai. Skyscrapers stand like a steel forest, shining brightly and exuding the unique charm of a modern city.
She picked up her phone, took a picture of the distant sky, and shared it on her Moments.
Copywriting: Every departure is for a better arrival.
"Ding-ling-ling——" the cell phone rang.
【Qiu Sirou】
After answering the phone, Shen Yuyan chuckled and said, "Hello, Sirou, have you seen the circle of friends I posted?"
"Yeah, I just got off the plane and am on my way to the hotel."
"Haha, you are a local tyrant, I won't be polite to you, I will wait for you to treat me to a big meal."
"Okay, see you tonight, bye."
After a few brief greetings, the two hung up the phone, and Shen Yuyan's mouth curled up.
She actually has many friends in Shanghai. Qiu Sirou is a former colleague of hers with whom she has a very good relationship. They both worked in that Fortune 500 company before and were later transferred to Shanghai for work.
This time when I came to Shanghai, I naturally had to reminisce about the past.
In fact, Shen Yuyan, who loves socializing, still maintains good relationships with many leaders and colleagues in his previous company.
...
The car slowly drove into the curved driveway of the Jinmao Tower.
The moment the car door opened, the breeze from the Huangpu River blew towards me, bringing with it the bustling atmosphere of the city.
Walk into the hotel.
The lobby manager came forward and said with a polite smile: "Ms. Shen, your executive suite has been arranged. It is on the 82nd floor."
"Thank you." Shen Yuyan nodded slightly and followed the concierge through the hotel atrium with a height of nearly 30 stories, which is also the iconic landscape of Jinmao Grand Hyatt.
Looking up, the stacked circular corridors are like a time tunnel in the future world, which is dazzling.
“Ding——” the elevator goes directly to the 82nd floor.
Inside the suite, there are light grey high-grade wool carpets, modern sofas from B&B Italia and floor lamps from Flos; every detail exudes low-key luxury.
Shen Yuyan took off his windbreaker, casually put it on the armrest of the sofa, stepped barefoot on the soft carpet, and walked lightly to the window.
The whole city slowly unfolds under your feet, like a magnificent painting slowly emerging.
The Huangpu River meanders along the way, and the century-old buildings of the Bund and the skyscrapers of Lujiazui complement each other.
World Financial Center, Shanghai Tower, Oriental Pearl Tower…
Shen Yuyan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his fingertips unconsciously touched the cold glass.
Enchanted.
This is the financial center of Shanghai and one of the busiest commercial districts in China.
CICC, Ping An, Jingwu Capital, Ant, CITIC, HSBC, Citigroup…
These resounding names gather here, symbolizing wealth, power and unlimited possibilities.
Shen Yuyan, who is in the middle of it, can smell the scent of money and power, and can also see a future that is out of reach.
She picked up her phone again and took a picture.
Magic city, magic city.
This city is the best copywriting.
(End of this chapter)