Imdiately, the couple didn’t bother to greet Zhang Guoqing and started to get busy.
Tang Song followed Gao ngting to sit on the sofa in the living room.
Soon, the coffee table in front of them was filled with various fruits, peanuts, sunflower seeds, and hot tea.
Zhang Guoqing looked at Tang Song sitting there, then glanced at the Moutai and Zhonghua on the floor, his expression very interesting.
After a while, he smacked his lips and reluctantly squeezed out a sentence: "Then you chat first, I’m going back to watch TV."
"Okay!" Gao Jinshan cheerfully patted his shoulder, "Lao Zhang, I’ll co over for a drink tomorrow! Let’s invite a few old buddies and have a good al!"
Zhang Guoqing’s mouth twitched, "Eh, alright."
The door closed again.
Gao Jinshan brought over a stool and sat opposite the two, chatting with them about entrepreneurship.
Zhao Suyun was busy welcoming Tang Song to eat and drink tea, constantly observing Tang Song’s every move, becoming more satisfied the more she looked, smiling so much that her face had wrinkles.
The atmosphere in the living room beca more lively and cheerful.
Gao Jinshan was full of energy, chatting more and more excitedly, starting to enthusiastically talk about his experience of doing small business in his youth.
Due to Wu Mountain being near the Northeast region, the climate is relatively mild, and many residents have migrated from the Three Eastern Provinces.
Gao Jinshan was no exception, and when he spoke, his manner was straightforward, making people feel warm.
Tang Song listened attentively, tily raising so questions and insights, which strongly resonated with Gao Jinshan.
After chatting for quite a while.
Tang Song’s arm was suddenly tugged, and when he turned his head, he saw Gao ngting looking at him with hesitation.
"What’s wrong?"
Gao ngting pursed her lips and said softly, "Co with for a mont."
After speaking, she pulled Tang Song’s arm and stood up, "Dad, Mom, we’re going to the room for a while."
"Oh oh, go ahead." Zhao Suyun and Gao Jinshan responded quickly.
"Bang—" The bedroom door was gently closed.
Tang Song curiously surveyed the surroundings.
The room wasn’t very spacious, about thirteen or fourteen square ters, and the decor was quite outdated, but it was organized neatly.
Near the window was a single bed, and the small cabinet at the headboard was filled with various small items, an alarm clock, curling magazines, a ceramic cup, and a few scattered photos.
A corkboard was pinned to the wall, covered with photos, sticky notes, movie ticket stubs, and other small items. It also had a line of words written on it: "When I forget who I am, please rember I once loved this world."
Tang Song’s gaze fell on the photos, many of which were taken by Gao ngting during middle and high school.
With shoulder-length short hair, plump apple cheeks making her face look chubby, her brow and eyes exuding freshness and vitality, she always habitually tilted her head to smile.
Noticing Tang Song’s gaze, Gao ngting stood in front of him, her face slightly red, "Stop looking, they’re just old things."
Tang Song looked at his partner in front of him, a big smile on his face, "You were very cute back then, I really liked it."
Gao ngting shyly smiled, after a mont of silence, she whispered, "Why did you suddenly want to co to my house?"
"Actually, when I brought you here, I wanted to go up and see your parents. But we ca in a hurry, and I didn’t have anything prepared. I couldn’t just go up empty-handed, right?"
Hearing this, Gao ngting felt an indescribable joy and touch in her heart.
It turned out that downstairs, he wasn’t pretending not to understand her intentions.
"Thank you."
Tang Song looked at the ambient-filled partner in front of him and suddenly said, "Saying thank you is too dry, let’s do sothing substantial."
"What do you an?" Gao ngting blinked in confusion.
Tang Song chuckled, directly pulling her into his arms and opening her lips with force.
Gao ngting didn’t resist at all, instead wrapped her arms around his neck, greedily enjoying his intimate touch.
Breathing in her pleasant fragrance, Tang Song’s hand slowly moved downwards, brushed past her slim waist, and grasped the bottom wrapped in jeans.
Gao ngting let out a low hum, her body shivering.
Feeling his partner’s beautiful and well-proportioned curves, Tang Song’s heart gradually grew hot, becoming more excessive.
"Sizzle--" The jeans zipper was opened.
"Don’t move!" Gao ngting suddenly lifted her head, blushing, "This is my ho!"
Tang Song "shh"-ed, tugging her clothes down.
"Ah!" A low cry sounded, Gao ngting quickly bit her finger, her body shivering but not daring to move.
Intense satisfaction surged through Tang Song’s heart.
Soon, Gao ngting’s body softened, leaning against him.
Tang Song simply placed her on the bed, pressing his whole body upon her.
Looking at her shy, beautiful face, he unrestrainedly appreciated her wonderful, well-proportioned body.
After a mont, Gao ngting’s body suddenly stiffened, her eyes widened, and her breathing beca intense, as if she were about to faint.
Seeing her intense reaction, Tang Song pinched her and blinked, "Partner, what’s wrong? Could it be—"
"You! You! Don’t say it!" Gao ngting bit his lip.
Tang Song chuckled, not teasing her anymore.
This gentle, refined, subtle, literary partner was the most sensitive girl he had ever encountered.
He only needed a little action to reach the limit she could tolerate.
However, this is quite a contrast and rather interesting.
In the quiet and ambiguous room.
The sudden ring of the phone echoed.
Gao ngting twisted over, looking at the phone screen on the bedside, whispering, "It’s Qiuqiu!"
"Should I answer it?"
Gao ngting nudged him, picked up the phone, and answered the call, "Hello? Qiuqiu."
"Oh, President Tang and I are together."
"We’re okay, don’t worry, he’ll be back soon."
At this mont, Gao ngting’s eyes suddenly widened, letting out a series of "Ssh--" sounds.
She hastily grasped Tang Song’s hand that was on her chest, biting her lip hard, "It’s okay, I’m eating Spicy Strips, ah! So spicy, I’ll hang up first."
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