Anne chuckled softly, her laughter filled with a teasing undertone.
She stood up and walked to the large floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the city below illuminated for her.
In her ice-blue eyes, a blazing fire ignited.
"Because tonight... I am going to serve my king, hehe."
...
The black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided through the city’s neon lights and slowly ca to a stop below the Lanfeng International Apartnt.
"Goodbye, President Tang." Shen Yuyan stood beside the car door, waving at him with a regretful expression on her face, "I was hoping for a chance to have a candlelight dinner with you and discuss work insights. But it seems you’ve already made plans with Luna."
Her tone carried both the regret of a subordinate missing out on an opportunity and a hint of subtly noticeable, female-specific jealousy.
Tang Song smiled and suddenly asked, "Would you like to join us inside for a al?"
"Um..." Shen Yuyan’s eye twitched slightly, "I wouldn’t want to intrude on your private ti with Luna. I’ve got to capitalize on today’s contact with those two promising tech companies and imdiately compile a detailed initial report, aiming to have it on your desk first thing tomorrow morning."
She knew Lin Muxue too well.
If she followed them up, amidst such provocation, this woman might just ss around with Tang Song right in front of her.
Would she watch or not watch? Stay or leave?
That would be too awkward.
"Alright then, well done today, keep up the good work."
Tang Song blinked and gave her a playful pat on the lower back before stepping into the apartnt entrance.
After the Singles’ Day promotion.
Songi Clothing’s performance was assuredly completed.
His "Third Phase Growth Plan Task" only had the last "Capital Hunter" left.
And just one last company away.
Lately, he had been letting Rongliu’s team and Shen Yuyan keep an eye on relevant information, even locking onto several targets.
However, finding a company with true "Unicorn" potential wasn’t easy; he had even wasted a durability point on "Tang Song’s Scratch Paper" for this.
Next, he planned to involve himself in the selected quality enterprises, gambling on the probabilities.
With good luck, he might soon complete the task and directly start the "Fourth Phase Growth Plan Task."
While pondering,
"Ding—" The elevator slowly stopped on the 20th floor.
Tang Song stepped out and walked down the quiet corridor laid with a thick carpet, arriving at room 2002.
"Beep—"
Tang Song opened the door and walked inside, changing into slippers before heading further in.
The living room was warm and bright.
The air was suffused with the mingled scents of food, red wine, and feminine fragrance.
Soon, a tall and graceful silhouette ca into his view.
The beautician was standing in the center of the living room, gently dancing to soothing music, absorbed in her own world.
She wore a dance outfit with a highly artistic design.
The upper part was a snug bustier, while the lower part was a matching high-slit silk long skirt.
Black over-the-knee stockings outlined the black and white interwoven realm on her milky white thighs.
Her long hair slightly curled, lips fiery red, and her already vivid and beautiful face was now deliberately enchanting after careful makeup.
Upon hearing the sounds from the doorway.
Zhao Yaqian paused her dance but continued moving.
She slowly turned around, her usually passionately loving eyes now shrouded in a layer of mist.
With a touch of deliberately crafted, dreamy allure, she glanced towards Tang Song.
At this mont, the 19-year-old beautician seed transford into a sensual demon fallen to earth.
The pure girlishness and ultimate seduction ford a fascinating and captivating balance on her.
Looking at this "golden canary" dancing for him.
Tang Song felt his mouth dry and his heart begin to race uncontrollably.
Zhao Yaqian didn’t speak, rely extended a graceful and slender arm, rotating her wrist with fingertips like a butterfly.
Then, a light spin, she wrapped around him like a vine.
The warm, soft body approached instantly, the high-slit skirt brushing against his leg, carrying the silk’s characteristic cool and slippery texture.
The slender, long legs wrapped in black stockings entwined around his waist.
Tang Song could distinctly feel every curve of the beautician and the heat of her body.
His heart rate, speeding up steadily.
"Brother Song, do you like it?" Her voice was playfully tinged with a deliberately lowered huskiness.
"I do."
Tang Song lowered his head, pressing a forceful kiss onto the beautician’s fiery lips, his hands sliding forcefully up her stocking-clad thighs.
The fragrance optimized by the "Charming Shadow Fragrance" tool, with intense teasing emotional undertones, flooded his sensory perception as soon as it hit his nostrils.
The beautician let out a gentle hum, responding in turn.
The two tangled in the spacious living room.
Just then, a sequence of crisp footsteps from the master bedroom’s direction echoed.
Tang Song lifted his head, looking towards the sound.
Seeing Xue walking out from the corridor.
She wore a black silk slip dress on top, with black tights below.
Her long, straight legs shimred invitingly under the light.
Her honey-colored hair was styled into a neat high ponytail, her clear, cold gaze carrying a hint of playfulness.
"Seems I’m not coming at a good ti?"
Tang Song waved at her, smilingly saying, "No, you arrived at the perfect mont."
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