Secretary Jin casually took it, her fingertips gently sliding over the screen, finally stopping at a photo.
The woman in the photo had delicate features and a gentle deanor.
Shangguan Qiuya, standing beside her, added tily explanation: "The Double Eleven promotion of [Songi Clothing] was very successful, with monthly sales about to exceed 100 million, marking a stable first step in branding. This Miss Gao ngting, as the company’s Executive Vice President, played a crucial role in the entire process. Whether in team managent or strategic execution, her ability is exceptional."
After Secretary Jin had looked for a mont, she suddenly raised her head and asked a question that Shangguan Qiuya hadn’t anticipated:
"Don’t you think she looks a bit like ?"
Shangguan Qiuya glanced at the photo on the screen, was slightly taken aback, and imdiately said: "Her looks do indeed resemble yours sowhat, but she’s not as... elegant and grand as you, and her figure and aura are quite different."
She paused and continued flattering in a matter-of-fact tone:
"Moreover, I’ve noticed that the [Songi Clothing] which President Tang co-founded with her, from the naming ’Songi’ to the visual style of [HEYI STUDIO], seems to have intricate connections with your aesthetic preferences."
Upon hearing this, Secretary Jin’s lips curved slightly more.
Looking at Gao ngting on the screen, she flipped through the subsequent photos, a hint of a deep, indescribable gleam in her eyes.
The interior of the car fell into an extre silence.
After a long ti.
Secretary Jin finally moved her gaze away, placing the tablet to the side casually.
She looked out of the window.
The splendid night view of the Imperial City flowed past the car window, illuminating and dimming her extraordinarily beautiful face.
...
Friday, November 17, 2023, Clear, 0~13℃.
Five-thirty in the morning.
Tang Song slowly opened his eyes, the faint fragrance lingering around his nose.
In the darkness, the sound of Gao ngting’s even, long breaths ca from beside him.
Both of them worked overti until 10 PM last night, and he took the opportunity to invite her to YJTC.
His business partner, who had opened up to him, hesitated only for a mont before agreeing.
During the night, they played a couple of rounds of ball gas in the room, on and off again.
The partner was always extrely excited, engaged and enthusiastic, but unfortunately too inexperienced, lasting no more than ten minutes at best.
Tang Song pinched her cheek, got out of bed lightly, and changed into the [Outfit-Unlimited Energy] sportswear.
He went to the living room.
Outside the panoramic floor-to-ceiling window, the moon still hung high in the sky, with Yan City still in slumber.
He had just begun his warm-up exercises.
The ringing of a WeChat video call suddenly interrupted: "Deng Deng Deng~~"
[Qingning]
Tang Song chuckled, imdiately pressing the answer button.
Liu Qingning’s familiar face instantly filled the entire screen.
Her long, silky hair was unusually tied up into a neat bun, revealing her smooth, full forehead, making her look particularly cute.
"Morning, Qingning, how co you’re up so early today?"
Since winter was approaching, daylight ca later, and Liu Qingning’s recent waking tis had been pushed back.
"I couldn’t sleep, so I got up." Liu Qingning moved her phone, her upper body appearing on the screen.
She was only wearing a fitted black camisole sports vest, perfectly outlining the contours of her ample bosom.
Tang Song’s gaze was involuntarily drawn in.
The contrast between this face, so pure and adorable, and her dominant body was quite stark.
"How have you been lately? The temperature’s dropping in the south too, you haven’t fallen ill, right?"
"No, I’ve been fine." Liu Qingning’s voice was sowhat dry, seemingly unaware of his gaze as she headed straight towards the cloakroom.
"That’s good, your health is rather delicate, you should pay more attention regularly."
"Mm, I’ll change clothes before working out."
Liu Qingning said, placing the phone casually on a cabinet in the cloakroom, the cara just capturing her upper body.
She then bent down, starting to take off her pajama pants.
Due to the angle, Tang Song couldn’t see her lower body, only the breathtaking arc beneath the black camisole vest as she bent over, and the black panties faintly visible at her waist.
This was more tantalizing than seeing it directly.
Tang Song’s breathing began to quicken, his eyes fixed on the first love in the screen.
Soon, Liu Qingning turned around, her back to the cara, and started taking off her black camisole vest.
Before Tang Song’s eyes, the screen was instantly covered by vast expanses of smooth, white skin.
Picking up a set of off-white sportswear from the clothes rack beside her, Liu Qingning began putting it on slowly.
The voluptuous bosom, unrestrained, moved in a srizing arc as she dressed.
Because of the slender tie, even from the back, much of her silhouette was visible.
Tang Song’s breathing was completely thrown off, and he no longer felt like continuing his workout.
"Qingning, that workout outfit’s too thin; it’s cold outside, you might catch a chill. How about changing into sothing thicker? I’ll help you pick, okay?"
"No."
Liu Qingning didn’t respond further, turning to the mirror to adjust her attire on her own.
Then, she picked up her phone and went to the corner of the living room with the treadmill.
Setting up the cara, she started jogging at a steady pace.
Tang Song suppressed his rising agitation, continuing to exercise along with her.
Ti silently but seamlessly passed in their mutual accompanint.
Half an hour later.
Liu Qingning’s movents gradually ca to a halt.
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