"Bye, be careful on the road, let know when you get ho."
"Liangliang, you live close to Xiaohui, just take a taxi together."
"Bye Lingling, rember to co find to hang out when you have ti."
...
The birthday party is over.
Watching her friends leave one after another, Yao Lingling let out a long sigh, lightly biting her lip, but couldn’t stop her mouth from smiling.
"Smack~" Her butt was suddenly attacked.
"Ah! What are you doing?" Yao Lingling turned around and glared at Zhang Jiahong.
Zhang Jiahong leaned over to her side and asked softly, "Lingling, what’s up with you and the senior now? Ever since you ca back to the room, you haven’t stopped smiling and your appetite opened up. Did sothing happen?"
"What situation? There’s no situation."
"Don’t talk nonsense, don’t I know you? Tell the truth, don’t forget I’m the one who called Tang Song over today!"
As longti friends, Zhang Jiahong knew her particularly well.
Lingling only acts like this when she’s extrely happy, excited like she’s got ADHD.
"Thanks Jiahong, I’ll treat you to a big al for a week later." Yao Lingling blinked playfully, not saying anything about what happened between them.
Although she has had many male friends since childhood, they were all just regular friends; this was the first ti a boy had kissed her.
Especially since that boy was Tang Song.
Thinking about that scene in the elevator before they parted, about his face, lips, nose, eyes coming closer...
Yao Lingling’s heart itched instantly, sweetly.
She regretted very much now why she hadn’t taken the chance to kiss him a few tis.
But she was just secretly dreaming; if Tang Song were in front of her, she would definitely chicken out imdiately.
The room door opened.
Li Shumin ca in, waving a receipt, "The bill is settled, excluding the cake, it cost 5,300 in total. Mingxuan transferred 7,000 to , I’ll return the remainder to him later."
Yao Lingling thought for a mont and said, "Minmin, transfer all 7,000 back to Mingxuan, I must cover the room fee."
"Ah? This..."
"It’s only fair, I’ve already received the gift. And since today is my birthday, and everyone here are my classmates and friends, I should be the one hosting, can’t take advantage." Yao Lingling pinched Li Shumin’s cheeks, mockingly saying, "Also, next ti you must tell in advance about such things."
"Alright, alright, I’ll listen to you, big designer."
The two of them played around a bit.
Li Shumin looked at the Valentine’s Day gift box tightly held by her, full of envy, "Senior is really generous, we never even dared to think about these things before."
Yao Lingling glanced down but didn’t say anything.
They all ca from ordinary families, and their work was equally ordinary.
Even officially becoming a fashion designer, Yao Lingling’s monthly salary plus commission just barely reached ten thousand.
The gift Tang Song gave was quite shocking to them.
"Dingdong——" Her phone vibrated.
[Qiuqiu: "Lingling, I’m ho."]
Yao Lingling replied with a smile, "Thank you very much, dear, let’s go for a bike ride together one day when it’s cooler, mua~"
Thinking about cycling with Tang Song, her cheeks flushed a little.
So...what exactly is their relationship now?
Ambiguous? More than friends but less than lovers?
What do the girls that Senior Tang Song likes look like?
Thinking about this, Yao Lingling took a deep breath.
Determined to work hard on thigh exercises!
...
Qiao Xi District, Bamboo Stream Community.
"Ding——" The elevator doors slowly opened.
Cheng Qiuyu put away her phone and took out the keys from her bag to unlock the door.
The lights in the house were on, indicating her senior had already returned ho.
Recently, her senior’s company had gotten on track, finally settling into a normal work schedule.
Changed into slippers, placed her bag back in the bedroom.
Cheng Qiuyu sat quietly on the bed.
For so reason, Tang Song kept popping into her mind, especially the scene when he appeared at the room door today.
The interplay of light and shadow, his straight nose and thin lips—no matter how she looked at him, he seed very handso.
She daydread for a while, until Cheng Qiuyu snapped out of it, realizing that more than ten minutes had passed.
Cheng Qiuyu shook her head and got up to walk out.
"Knock knock knock——" She gently knocked on the master bedroom door.
"Senior."
"Oh oh, Qiuqiu, you’re back, wait a minute." Gao ngting’s voice ca from the room, accompanied by the sound of tidying up.
After a mont, the door was gently opened.
Gao ngting appeared at the door wearing a base shirt and shorts.
Her gaze was evasive, and her face carried an unnatural flush.
Cheng Qiuyu asked concernedly, "Senior, are you feeling unwell? Why is your face a bit red?"
"It’s nothing, just got a bit emotional while reading." Gao ngting pursed her lips and said gently, "Co in and sit for a while, we haven’t really had a conversation for over a month."
For over a month, she had been truly overwheld with work, only now having so downti.
Cheng Qiuyu nodded and stepped through the master bedroom door.
Not very good with words and quite reserved.
Actually, she ca over because she wanted to chat with Gao ngting.
Sitting down on the chair by the desk, Cheng Qiuyu said, "Senior, I sent the design drafts for the express packaging, posters, and logo for He Yiyi’s personal branding to your email today; you should have received them, right?"
"I’ve already forwarded them to our president, though he’s a bit busy today and hasn’t responded yet. I’ll confirm with him tomorrow. You did an excellent job, there shouldn’t be any issues."
The two chatted a bit about work.
Cheng Qiuyu gently clasped her hands, just about to say sothing when her gaze suddenly fixed on the direction of the bedside table.
Her face showed an incredulous expression.
There lay a platinum-colored gift box, exactly like the one seen at KTV today.
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