Chapter 122

Looking at the two whose expressions were very wrong.

Tang Song invited, "Cousin, Jiajia, do you want to have a meal together?"

Yang Zihang hurriedly waved his hand, "No need. We just ate before we left. Next time, anyway, we're all in Yancheng."

"Alright then."

"By the way, the things my aunt brought you are all here." Yang Jiajia pointed to the instant noodle box next to the Passat, "The vegetables inside were just picked from the field this morning. My aunt brought you quite a lot. If you can't finish them, you can share some with your colleagues."

"Mm." Tang Song nodded, squatted down, and opened the box lid. It was packed full inside.

Spinach, cucumbers, green onions, tomatoes.

All grown in their own fields, very fresh.

Besides these, there was also a jar of salted eggs.

He had often shared his homemade fat-loss meals with his mother some time ago. She must have remembered, which is why she specifically asked his cousin to send some vegetables over.

The reason she didn't call in advance was probably because she was worried he would find it troublesome and refuse.

Gao Mengting squatted down with her legs together, leaned to his side, and said happily, "These vegetables are really fresh. I think you definitely can't finish them. As your colleague, I think it's very necessary to help you share some."

"Haha, okay. Last time I ate quite a few meat buns your mom brought you; this time, consider it a return gift for you."

Gao Mengting turned her face to look at him, her eyes bright, "How about we don't go out to eat tonight? Let's go directly to my place, and I'll cook myself."

"That's even better."

Tang Song lifted the box with both hands, and Gao Mengting hurriedly opened the trunk to help put it in.

Listening to their conversation, Yang Zihang and Yang Jiajia looked at each other.

Good guy! They're already going to each other's homes!

Looking at Tang Song, who had finished loading the things and approached to say goodbye.

Yang Jiajia couldn't help but ask, "Cousin, are you still working at that trading company? As a programmer?"

As she spoke, her gaze drifted toward Gao Mengting, who was standing by the Mercedes-Benz.

Could it be that he hooked up with the company boss's daughter?

That would be awesome!

Tang Song smiled and explained, "I've started my own business now, doing live-streaming e-commerce. Mengting is the company's partner."

His own wealth would be exposed sooner or later, and he didn't intend to hide it from his parents.

This was a good opportunity to give his family a heads-up.

The live-streaming industry is a big trend now; how many people have achieved wealth myths relying on this opportunity.

Later, he could use this reason to naturally let his family accept this fact.

"Starting a business! A partner?" Yang Jiajia's eyes lit up, and she said excitedly, "Cousin, then I wish you success soon and earn big money! When I graduate, I'll come directly to you!"

"Thanks for the kind words, Jiajia." Tang Song waved his hand with a smile, "Then we'll head off first. We haven't eaten dinner yet."

"Alright, bye-bye."

"Bye-bye."

After saying goodbye, Tang Song pulled open the passenger door and sat in.

Soon, the silver Mercedes-Benz S started slowly and gradually disappeared into the night.

Withdrawing his gaze, Yang Zihang felt his mouth was sour and astringent.

Such a beautiful partner, driving a Mercedes-Benz S-Class, starting a business with his cousin, and even cooking for him personally at night.

How is this plot so sci-fi?

……

"Has your junior sister who shares the apartment finished packing her things?"

"Mm, she will officially graduate next month. She basically doesn't live on campus now. From now on, I can consider myself to have a companion."

The two chatted, and the car slowly drove into the Zhuxi residential area.

"We're here!" Gao Mengting parked the car downstairs, turned off the engine, and got out.

Tang Song rummaged in the trunk for a while and pulled out a clean shopping bag.

He opened the box, put some of each vegetable inside, and added a few salted eggs.

Getting on the elevator, they went straight to the 12th floor.

Gao Mengting took out the key from her bag, opened the door to 1202, and walked in.

The living room was pitch black.

"My junior sister has been very busy lately, saying there's a job that's very urgent. She's been working overtime to do graphics for the past few days and comes back very late." Gao Mengting explained while turning on the lights.

There were many more things in the house, and a few sketches and watercolors were hanging on the wall, adding more of a lived-in feel than before.

"Sit wherever you want. It's already 7:30. I'll go cook." Gao Mengting took the bag of vegetables from Tang Song's hand, "The bedroom on the west side is my junior sister's. Don't go barging in recklessly."

Tang Song asked with a smile, "Then what about the one on the east side? Can I go visit?"

Gao Mengting raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips, "Whatever, but don't go through my cabinets."

"OK, no problem!" Excitement flashed in Tang Song's eyes. He hadn't been to a girl's bedroom much and was very curious.

And Gao Mengting was his business partner after all, so it was appropriate to learn more about her.

Gao Mengting bit her lower lip and walked into the kitchen carrying the vegetables.

He pushed open the door to the master bedroom on the east side.

A faint burning sensation spread from the inside out.

He turned on the lights.

A clean and tidy room came into view.

The bed was covered with bed sheets and a duvet cover with floral patterns, with soft colors.

By the bedside was a minimalist wooden nightstand, with a mirror, books, and a cup on it.

Under the window was a white lazy sofa, in front of which was a low stool, and next to it was a mini-sized bookcase.

The overall color tone was light gray and white, the layout was simple and tasteful, full of a warm and comfortable atmosphere.

It was a pity that he didn't see any randomly thrown undergarments.

Tang Song flopped onto the lazy sofa and put his feet on the low stool.

His left hand casually pulled out a book.

In the kitchen, the sound of stir-frying "crackle-crackle" came from time to time.

Tang Song breathed in the fragrance in the room, felt the soft sofa beneath him, and comfortably began to read the book titled "Walden".

…

9:00 PM.

After finishing dinner, the two moved a stool and sat on the balcony.

Blowing in the wind, looking at the brilliant night sky, and chatting.

Talking about their thoughts after reading "Walden", talking about their impressions of the new team members, and talking about their longing for the company's future.

The crescent moon on the horizon rose higher and higher, and the air became cooler and cooler.

Tang Song checked the time, stood up, and said, "It's very late. I have to go back. You should rest early too."

"I'll see you off."

Changing shoes, opening the door, and taking the elevator.

Perhaps because they had said too much just now, Gao Mengting seemed a bit silent at this moment.

Walking out of the unit door, standing in front of the Mercedes-Benz S450.

Because of cooking, Gao Mengting's brown long hair was coiled behind her head, tied up with a large clip, revealing her crystal-clear earlobes and slender neck.

The stray hair hanging down on both sides drifted gently with the wind, and a full sense of atmosphere rushed toward him.

Tang Song looked at her bare beautiful legs and said with concern, "It's a bit cold outside. Go back."

"Tang Song." Gao Mengting suddenly called his name with a smile.

"Mm, what's wrong?"

Gao Mengting raised her head to look at him, her tone soft and firm, "April 15th, I saw you for the first time at the Mingjun Auto Repair Factory; April 22nd, you walked into the Meiting Discount Clothing Store, invited me to become a partner, and brought me into the Yunxi Building.

April 25th, our Songmei Clothing Trading Co., Ltd. was officially registered; May 2nd, we hired our first employee.

May 11th, which is today, we have a complete and professional team, and our company has finally gotten on the right track.

Thank you, partner, for changing my destiny and pulling me out of the quagmire.

Next, I'll handle the company side; I definitely won't let you down!"

After speaking, she opened her arms and took the initiative to hug him.

Feeling the fullness and warmth in front of him, and the familiar scent at the tip of his nose, Tang Song was not as slow as last time.

He quickly reached out and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, using a little force, carefully feeling her body curves.

When Gao Mengting wanted to break free, she found she was already unable to help herself.

Breathing in the scent on him, with large areas of their bodies in contact, Gao Mengting felt dizzy.

She braced her hands against his chest, leaned her body back slightly, her face flushed, "Tang Song! What are you doing!"

"Do you mean only you are allowed to hug me, and I'm not allowed to hug you?" Through the thin shirt fabric, Tang Song could clearly feel her softness and delicacy, and his mood was somewhat agitated.

Gao Mengting said somewhat shyly and anxiously, "You... that's not how you hug; you're acting like a hooligan!"

Tang Song was just about to speak.

A roar of an engine sounded, followed immediately by an urgent voice from behind: "Mengting!"

Tang Song turned to the side and saw a boy riding a cruiser motorcycle stop next to them.

He took off his helmet, revealing a handsome face.

Tang Song quickly recognized him; it was the internet celebrity singer who lived next door to Gao Mengting, Liu Wening, who played the guitar quite well.

Hearing the voice, Gao Mengting hurriedly broke free from Tang Song's embrace, tidied up the stray hair on both sides, and said, "Mr. Liu, what's wrong?"

"Are you okay! I just saw him..."

Gao Mengting hurriedly interrupted, "You misunderstood. We were just playing around."

Hearing this, Liu Wening was stunned, bit his teeth hard, and said in a muffled voice, "Sorry, I misunderstood."

After speaking, he rode his motorcycle away directly.

After parking the car downstairs and walking into the unit door, Liu Wening couldn't help but look back at Gao Mengting again.

The Mercedes-Benz S-Class meteor shower headlights lit up, and the dazzling beams lit up the ground in front of him.

The man in the white shirt smiled and said goodbye to Gao Mengting, pulled open the car door, and sat in.

Liu Wening clenched his fists, his gaze somewhat dim.

No matter how fast an 86 is, it can't catch up to a Natsuki who likes Mercedes.

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