Chapter 131

In the Korean fried chicken shop.

Tang Song ordered a table full of fried chicken of various flavors.

Zhao Yaqian had been here several times, but had never fought such a rich battle before.

Plus she was really hungry, and couldn't stop at all.

Since he had already eaten dinner, Tang Song just ate a few bites simply, tasting the flavor.

After chatting for a while, Li Yuanyuan and Jiang Zimu gradually relaxed.

They started chatting and laughing, asking about the stories between them.

Zhao Yaqian, who was always carefree, was blushing, whispering about the little stories between her and Tang Song.

From the first time they met at Yizi Beauty and Hair Salon, to the later membership card, skincare, earrings, travel, fried skewers…

Tang Song listened quietly from the side, a faint smile always on his lips.

His beauty therapist friend could be considered to have witnessed his changes throughout the whole process, and also played no small role in it.

This was the first time he heard her talk about her feelings, and it was quite interesting.

Hearing her mention the bankruptcy of Yizi, Tang Song thought of her silence and refusal that night again.

Raising his eyebrows, he directly put his hand on her leg and patted it.

Zhao Yaqian let out an "Ooh", startled.

Tang Song feigned distress: "At that time, I comforted her, and because my emotions were agitated, I confessed to her, but Qian Qian refused, which made me sad for a long time."

Hearing this, Zhao Yaqian's eyes were a bit flustered, and she couldn't care about anything else, stammering and explaining: "Actually, I… at that time I just didn't think clearly, I actually… alright Brother Song, it was my fault."

Being bad with words, she gave up resistance.

At that time, she was worried about family factors and didn't dare to take a step forward, but Tang Song definitely wouldn't believe this kind of thing if she said it.

What she showed was indeed more like she only liked him after seeing him drive a BMW.

"I forgive you." Tang Song smiled, and his hand under the table smoothed the skirt upward.

Finally, for the first time, he touched her plump and delicate thigh without any obstruction, very satisfied.

The circumference of the leg was very even, the muscle lines were smooth and healthy, and there were no obvious muscle blocks or fat lumps.

The skin was smooth and tight, like fine silk, warm and slippery.

Fingers pressed gently, the elasticity was excellent, and the touch was great.

True leg-playing series!

Zhao Yaqian kept her legs tightly together, the hand holding the fried chicken trembling, and the flush on her face gradually spread to her neck and ear roots.

In the next half hour, Tang Song's hand never left.

Listening to Zhao Yaqian continue to talk, the two girls smacked their lips, feeling that today's fried chicken was not fragrant at all.

A guy who hid his wealth and drove a Wuling Hongguang was as warm as the sun, and under the guidance of this beauty therapist, he was trained into a handsome male god little by little.

Feelings naturally accumulated little by little.

Later, he made a gorgeous turn and appeared in front of her driving a BMW and Mercedes.

? ￠o

This is a proper female-frequency plot!

Walking out of the fried chicken shop door.

Sending Li Yuanyuan and Jiang Zimu into the taxi, Zhao Yaqian let out a long breath.

Tang Song turned to the side, looking at her with a smile.

The black floral dress on her body was blown by the wind, and her sexy figure was looming.

Because she was wearing high heels, Zhao Yaqian was even slightly taller than him.

She stood in the night and under the lights, a charming aura diffusing from her body, making people's hearts move.

"Brother Song, thank you today." Zhao Yaqian tidied the hair on her temples, looking at him with a bit of shyness.

"Then how are you going to thank me, my girlfriend."

Hearing this title, Zhao Yaqian couldn't help but curl her lips, took the initiative to step forward and wrap her arms around his neck, and kissed him heavily.

Lips and teeth touched, and her delicate and soft tongue carefully probed in.

Tang Song's hand consciously placed itself between her buttocks, feeling the body fragrance and heat unique to his beauty therapist friend, and also indulged in her tenderness.

……

Tiankuo Garden Residential Area.

"Brother Song, bye-bye~" Zhao Yaqian carried her bag and waved vigorously at him.

Tang Song looked up toward the 4th floor and said softly: "Aren't you going to invite me up to sit for a bit? To tell you the truth, I'm quite curious about your room."

Zhao Yaqian was stunned, then remembered her room; because she was busy with work and lazy, she hadn't tidied it up properly for a long time.

Panties by the bedside, bras at the end of the bed, messy closet, cosmetics placed casually…

She opened her mouth, her voice weak: "It's quite late today, I have to work tomorrow, how about we just go to sleep early."

"Since it's inconvenient, forget it." Tang Song sighed.

It seems the relationship hasn't reached that point yet!

He didn't want to play ball in the room tonight, he just wanted to understand his beauty therapist friend more deeply.

Looking at her boyfriend's disappointed expression, Zhao Yaqian bit her lip, stepped forward, and hugged his waist.

Bending her legs slightly, she put her head on his shoulder, gently swaying her body.

Her tone was coquettish: "It's really not inconvenient, darling, let's go next time, okay? Recently, my cousin and I have been thinking about moving, the room is a bit messy, I don't want you to see it."

Feeling the softness in front of her, Tang Song took a deep breath.

Leaning to her ear, he whispered: "Qian Qian, come with me to the car and sit for a while, there's something I want to tell you."

Zhao Yaqian nodded obediently; although she didn't understand what had to be said in the car, out of trust in Tang Song, she still sat in obediently.

The back seat of the Mercedes S-class is very spacious and comfortable.

Zhao Yaqian moved inside, letting Tang Song sit in too.

"Bang!" The car door was closed.

"Brother Song, tell me, I'm listening carefully." Zhao Yaqian sat obediently, looking at him with affectionate eyes.

After all, he is her boyfriend, no matter how she looks at him, she thinks he is handsome.

Tang Song didn't speak, putting the back seat to the lowest position.

"Click—" The car door was locked from the inside.

Immediately after, he reached out to hold Zhao Yaqian's waist and hugged her over forcefully.

"Ah!" A scream, and when Zhao Yaqian came back to her senses, she found herself sitting on Tang Song's lap.

Looking down, what she saw was Tang Song's gaze as hot as fire.

"Brother Song…" Zhao Yaqian bit her plump lips, seemingly finally realizing what her boyfriend meant.

Tang Song leaned forward, directly kissing her slender and long neck, one hand holding the wine glass, the other hand moving upward to feel the truth.

Zhao Yaqian's body stiffened, feeling the hot temperature on her body, a whimper coming from her mouth, falling weakly onto him.

However, she didn't reach out to stop him like last time, her hands gently wrapping around him.

A series of sounds of clothes rubbing rang out in the car.

Feeling Zhao Yaqian's charming figure and sweet breath, Tang Song was burning all over, his violent heartbeat filling his ears.

This was also his first time in such close contact with a girl, and the throbbing in his heart was indescribable.

"Qian Qian." He couldn't help but call out softly.

Zhao Yaqian propped herself up, her mist-filled eyes looking at him blankly.

Tang Song raised his face, and Zhao Yaqian consciously lowered her head to kiss him.

On the cool night of May, the temperature in the car got higher and higher, and the two people's breathing gradually became heavy.

Zhao Yaqian's body swayed gently like the trees in the wind.

After a good while.

Tang Song slowly released her lips, asking softly: "Is the zipper of your dress on the back?"

"Yes." Zhao Yaqian nodded, twisting her body, flicking her long hair, revealing the silver zipper on the black dress, which was very beautiful.

"Swoosh—" Her fair and smooth back gradually appeared, exceptionally charming in the dim car.

Tang Song couldn't help but reach out to stroke it gently, soft and smooth, the lines and contours extremely beautiful.

Zhao Yaqian stood up very straight, her C-cup in front becoming even more prominent.

Through the thin dress, one could clearly see its curve.

Tang Song's slender fingers flicked gently, and the shoulder strap of the dress slid to her arm.

Zhao Yaqian screamed, shyly covering her chest, "Brother Song, no! This is not good!"

"Qian Qian, I love you, let me see, okay?" Tang Song's breathing was a bit rapid.

Hearing that "I love you", Zhao Yaqian became dizzy, murmuring: "Brother, I love you too."

Her hands slowly loosened.

The dress slid down a large chunk, revealing the light-colored inner wear.

Tang Song lowered his head, kissing the truth, perceiving the wonder of the world.