"Hello."
Then, she naturally took over the suitcase from Tang Song’s hand.
She guided him out of the passage and onto a Toyota Alphard that had been waiting for quite so ti.
The interior of the car slled pleasant, the airline seats were wide and soft.
Zhao Fei sat in the front passenger seat, turned back to confirm, "Mr. Tang, we’re heading to Baiyun Airport now, right?"
"Mm."
Tang Song leaned back against the seat, thinking about the mature lady he was about to et, a smile slowly appeared on his lips.
The car smoothly left the train station, and the scene of Yang City unfolded slowly before his eyes.
Skyscraper-filled CBDs, arcade old streets, tal storefronts, teahouses with signboards in traditional Chinese characters...
The hustle and bustle mingled with the street life here.
Approaching the airport area of Baiyun District, the cityscape gradually widened, there were ponds, fish farms, banana groves, village houses with white walls and grey tiles...
At this mont, he finally saw firsthand the Yan City that Zhang Yan described, filled with the essence of life and a sense of authenticity.
Then, Tang Song couldn’t help but turn on his phone screen and open an email.
The sender was Zheng Qiudong, and the attachnt was Zhang Yan’s resu.
Yan City Agricultural University, Imperial Capital Gao Si Education, Yangcheng Cultural and Creative dia, Si Yuan Culture, Shu Cheng Technology...
And her current address: Liquan District, Lanxin Garden District.
Just like the scattered thoughts she once wrote in QQ ssages.
Her luck always seed quite poor.
Graduating only two or three years ago, she had already changed four companies, with each departure accompanied by industry turbulence or the company’s inherent difficulties.
Tang Song shut off his phone screen and gently closed his eyes as if sensing sothing.
...
Yang City Baiyun International Airport.
At 11:25, information about the flight arriving from the Imperial City appeared on the screen.
Tang Song stood by the VIP exit of dostic arrivals, his gaze bright, watching quietly as passengers filed out of the gateway.
Soon, a tall and shapely figure appeared in his sight.
She was wearing oversized Dior sunglasses, her full lips painted red, dressed in stiletto heels.
Underneath a beige body-hugging long dress was casually draped a loose cal-colored suit jacket.
The knit dress perfectly fitted her body, accentuating her ideally proportioned manhwa-esque figure.
The dramatic curve of her chest and the raised line of her hips ford an exaggerated and alluring silhouette.
Her expression was lazily seductive, her whole being exuding the relaxed poise of a mature lady.
Each step carried a rhythm that made hearts race.
Many n around were discreetly sizing her up.
Wen Ruan remained indifferent, her gaze quickly scanned the crowd and upon locking eyes with Tang Song, she took off her sunglasses, a radiant smile spreading across her alluring face.
She didn’t break into a sprint, maintaining her elegant stride as she walked directly over to him.
The high heels echoed crisply against the polished floor, "tap, tap, tap" resounded.
Each step seed to tread upon Tang Song’s heartbeat.
Wen Ruan stood in front of him, tilting her head slightly and smiling at the corners of her mouth, "Mr. Tang, are you waiting here for ?"
"Of course, waiting for you, my Miss Wen."
"Pfft—" Wen Ruan giggled softly, opening her arms and unceremoniously throwing herself into his embrace.
With a "thud", a muffled sound ensued.
The dense and full figure pressed firmly against his chest, warm and soft, almost drowning him in an instant.
Wen Ruan hugged Tang Song tightly, burying her cheeks in his neck, greedily inhaling his scent.
"I’ve been busy like crazy recently, my bones are falling apart. Quick, be a human-sized pillow for a while, let recharge."
Tang Song took a deep breath, his nostrils filled with her unique fragrance, a blend of sandalwood and roses.
The two embraced without a care in the world amidst the bustling reception hall.
Not far away, the assistant Wang Dandan tactfully stopped, carrying a suitcase and handbag, bowed her head and waited quietly.
Tang Song gently pinched her soft waist, whispered, "Did you miss ?"
Wen Ruan breathed gently at his ear, her voice soft and sultry, "Not just missing your person, I’m yearning for that mouth..."
She emphasized the word "mouth" slightly, causing Tang Song’s eyes to twitch, his fingers involuntarily tightening at her waist.
Wen Ruan let out a low, cat-like hum, "Is the hotel booked?"
"Booked."
"Is the bed big enough?"
"Big enough."
"Is the sound insulation any good?"
"Very good."
"Huh? Then it’s no fun~~"
"However, as long as the voice is loud enough, any soundproofing is in vain."
"Don’t worry about that, true feelings may not bring true love, but here, if you try hard enough you can definitely get a voice, you’d better work hard~"
...
After quite a while.
Noticing the increasingly concentrated gazes around, the two slowly parted.
Tang Song nodded towards the approaching Wang Dandan.
Wen Ruan promptly hooked her arm around his, intimately pressing herself against him.
The two walked side by side outwards.
One was tall and handso, the other curvy and charming, drawing glances from passersby.
Sitting comfortably in the rear of the Alphard.
Wen Ruan casually removed her coat, revealing the knit dress inside that showcased her figure to its extre advantage, stretching lazily and her exaggerated curves unfolded within the spacious car.
Tang Song turned to look at her glistening doe eyes, his brows and eyes smiled softly.
In an unfamiliar city, reuniting with the beloved girlfriend always brings a mix of security and anticipation.
Their eyes t, Wen Ruan mischievously blinked.
Her slender fingers began tracing circles leisurely in the palm of his hand.
"Tonight, I’ve made plans with an old classmate for dinner. He’s now a core mber of ’Smart Chain Future’, we can start by learning so internal details about the company from him."
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