Then, she turned around and took out a box of ladies’ cigarettes from the car’s storage space, gently asking, "Song, do you mind?"
"I don’t mind."
Anne smiled, and with a "click", a delicate lighter flared up with pink flas, illuminating the slender cigarette held between her fingers.
She slightly bowed her head, took a puff, and exhaled smoke like clouds and mist.
The faint jasmine fragrance spread, adding a charming atmosphere to the already luxurious cabin.
In the quiet cabin, the two chatted in a relaxed and casual manner.
Most tis, it was Anne who took the initiative to talk about her own matters. Even after sensing Tang Song’s changes, she still habitually narrated rather than inquired.
Unknowingly, the car drove into Su River Bay Huaqiao City.
Located at the core area along the Suzhou River, adjacent to the Shanghai Chamber of Comrce morial Square, with convenient transportation and beautiful environnt.
Fusing high-end residential, comrcial, office, hotel, and cultural facilities.
Next to it is the famous Bulgari Hotel and Su River Bay Wanxiang World.
Anne’s house here is a rare waterfront private mansion, only ten in the whole Huaqiao City.
The building area covers about 580 square ters, with an actual usage area exceeding 1000 square ters, featuring the typical Shanghai architectural style.
From the underground garage, you enter the villa and take the elevator to the second floor.
Artistic decorations co into view.
The minimalist style features white-gray wood as the main color sche, clean and sharp yet warm.
The house design is transparent and bright with excellent lighting, and furniture, ho appliances, and decorations are placed just right.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, lush vegetation and beautiful river views can be seen outside.
Assistants quickly got to work, organizing Anne’s luggage and personal items, bidding farewell in low voices before leaving.
Once they were alone inside the villa, Anne finally fully relaxed.
She took off her blazer and casually hung it on the coat rack, "Give two minutes, I need to change clothes. Oh~, this flight was thirteen hours long, it exhausted ."
After speaking, she turned straight toward the bedroom.
Her back straight and tall, her full hips swayed gently with her steps, exuding indescribable allure.
Tang Song couldn’t help but glance several tis.
At that mont, Anne suddenly turned around, her gaze eting his.
"Wow, I guessed it right, you were really sneaking looks at , that’s so delightful, Song." Her face bead with a bright smile, her voice carried a hint of pride and teasing.
Tang Song’s face flashed a hint of embarrassnt, "You are a very charming woman, Anne, I’m just a normal man."
"Thank you, that’s probably the best complint I’ve heard all week." Anne flashed him a flirtatious expression, also using the tip of her tongue to lightly lick her lips, "By the way, I’m going to the next room to change clothes. If you want, you can co over to give so fashion advice. Who knows, you might beco my source of inspiration!"
Tang Song shook his head awkwardly, "That’s not necessary."
Having just t Anne, he also wanted to establish a positive, steady image in her mind.
Moreover, she and Secretary Jin were close friends, making it sowhat psychologically stressful.
Anne’s lips rose in a big curve, as if she had anticipated his reaction, she turned and walked into the bedroom.
It is worth ntioning that she didn’t close the door.
Monts later, footsteps sounded.
Tang Song looked up and saw the transford Anne.
Her attire was bold and sexy.
She wore only a white strapless top on the upper body, outlining delicate collarbones and a graceful shoulder line, paired with a high-waisted tight skirt on the lower body, perfectly showcasing her long, straight legs.
Her blonde hair naturally fell, complenting her flawless face.
Her muscle lines were clearly visible, with a faint outline of abs at the lower abdon, exuding female healthy beauty all over, like a Greek-sculpted goddess.
Sotis human aesthetics are highly consistent.
Standing before Tang Song, Anne deliberately struck a supermodel pose.
One leg slightly stepped forward, toe lightly touching the ground, the other leg slightly bent, her shoulders opened back, fully displaying her long neck and elegant shoulder line.
Then she provocatively raised her brows, "How about it? How do you find my figure? Compared to your girlfriends, who stands out more?"
Tang Song admired her stunning figure, nodding sincerely, "Fantastic, you’re one of a kind."
He had to admit, in this aspect, Anne really had enviable natural advantages.
Perfect nine-head figure, every inch of the line seems ticulously sculpted.
"Haha, although you said it, your expression reveals the answer."
Anne blinked with a smile, then gracefully walked to the concealed refrigerator, taking out a bottle of whiskey.
Skillfully pouring each a glass, she then carried the wine glass to the sofa and sat down.
"For our reunion after a year, cheers."
"Cheers."
The cold wine slid into the mouth, bringing a slightly intoxicating warmth.
"To be honest, parties in New York are getting more and more boring. It’s always the sa faces, the sa topics - ’market fluctuations’, ’Federal Reserve interest rate hikes’ and the like. I wanted to visit Huaxia long ago..."
The sound of glasses clinking echoed in the air now and then with a crisp "ding".
Anne leaned lazily against the sofa armrest, looking at Tang Song, complaining about the botherso matters in New York and within the family.
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