Chapter 140: Go to His Room

"Click—" He opened a can of Budweiser beer.

As the cool liquid went down his throat, Tang Song scanned the entire venue.

He didn't see Director Wang, who was holding the cat.

Instead, he discovered quite a few girls peeking at him, and some were even taking photos.

"Hey, which beauty are you looking at?" Wen Ruan nudged him with her shoulder. "Is it that innocent girl who just brought you the beer? Do you want me to introduce her to you?"

Tang Song smiled and looked back at her.

She was dressed relatively conservatively today.

Sweatpants + loose T-shirt; she didn't look that eye-catching.

She had a typical hourglass figure, a large frame, and relatively full breasts and buttocks.

The overly loose top might cover the lines of her waist, making her look a bit sturdy.

However, it still couldn't hide her sexy and alluring figure.

"I looked around, and Sister Wen Ruan is still the most beautiful."

Wen Ruan raised the corners of her mouth. "I admit you have good taste."

The two huddled together and chatted in low voices.

From time to time, female colleagues would bring some small snacks and desserts over, chatting with Tang Song happily.

It made Wen Ruan feel tired.

After waiting for a few minutes, Brother Zhang came over with the room card and ID card.

Wen Ruan said thank you, greeted her colleagues, and took Tang Song upstairs.

On the dark wooden stairs, Tang Song, who was following behind, looked up slightly and could see Wen Ruan's full and plump peach buttocks.

They stretched the loose sweatpants full, like a full moon.

He took a deep breath. Good guy, this is really hard to handle!

They walked to the quiet 3rd floor.

Wen Ruan suddenly turned her head and saw Tang Song staring at her butt without blinking.

She covered her mouth and chuckled. "What's up, little brother? Do you suddenly have some bold ideas?"

Thinking of the last time the other party teased him about "bold ideas," Tang Song said sincerely, "I really do. Do you want to know, Sister Wen Ruan?"

"Oh? How bold? 18?" Wen Ruan raised her eyebrows.

"18? What do you mean?" Tang Song was stunned, full of question marks.

Wen Ruan stretched out her slender index finger and pointed calmly below his lower abdomen.

Seeing the direction of her finger, Tang Song suddenly realized, and his whole person went numb.

He only felt hot blood surging, and his heart began to race.

This kind of mature big sister was indeed not something he, a young man, could handle.

Walking to the door of Room 311, Wen Ruan hooked her finger at him, her tone charming. "Come in, little brother."

Tang Song took a deep breath and walked in.

This was a standard room of about 15 square meters, with a small bathroom on the right side of the door.

The renovation was okay; there was a TV, a desk, and a kettle.

Wen Ruan threw the hot water bottle onto the bed, buried her head in the flowers with both hands, and couldn't help but sigh, "So fragrant, I like it so much. It's a pity there's no vase here; I guess it will wither after one night."

"Then I'll send you another bunch tomorrow."

Wen Ruan raised her head and suddenly asked, "Lili told you I like tulips, right? And she also told you I was here, right?"

Tang Song nodded. "Yes, I heard you were on your period, and I was quite worried, so I rushed over."

Wen Ruan leaned forward slightly, looking at him with watery eyes. "Then do you know what the flower language of tulips is?"

"Uh..." Tang Song shook his head awkwardly.

"Universal love, thoughtfulness, elegance, and wealth. Besides that, tulips of different colors have different flower languages. Red tulips represent a confession of love."

"So that's it." Tang Song pursed his lips. "I really didn't know that. To be honest, I know very little about flowers, and this is also the first time I've bought flowers for a girl."

Wen Ruan blinked, her full body leaning over directly, looking into his eyes face-to-face. "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Tang Song's expression was very sincere.

He really didn't have the heart to ponder these things before, and he hadn't been with Qian Qian for long, so he didn't have this awareness.

If it weren't for Hu Mingli's reminder, he wouldn't have thought about sending flowers at all.

They stared at each other for a long while, Wen Ruan's full chest heaving.

It was breathtaking to watch, and Tang Song really wanted to reach out and help her support it.

"I believe it's true."

Nodding, Tang Song seemed to suddenly think of something. He picked up his suit jacket, took a warm palace patch out of his pocket, tore it open, and stuck it on his arm.

"It's a bit cool. I'll stick it on you when the heat comes up later."

Hearing this, Wen Ruan's lips trembled, and she was moved to a mess in her heart.

Then, Tang Song took a board of ibuprofen out of another pocket, his voice gentle. "I also brought you painkillers. You ate too much mixed and cold food at noon; it must hurt a lot now, right? Wait for me."

After speaking, he got up and came to the table, touched the electric kettle, took out a disposable paper cup, and poured a glass of water.

He unwrapped the ibuprofen and took out two pills.

He handed the water and medicine to her and said, "Ibuprofen is a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drug. The analgesic effect works by inhibiting prostaglandin synthesis. You can take it as long as there is no problem with your stomach. However, it won't take effect immediately; you'll have to endure it for a while."

"Thank you." Wen Ruan bit her lower lip hard, reached out to take it, and obediently drank the medicine.

On the surface, it was calm, but inside, it was like a landslide and tsunami.

【Ah ah ah! You! You! You are trying to take my life!】

"I'm going to the bathroom; wait for me." Wen Ruan's voice was a bit hoarse. After speaking, she picked up the sanitary pad and left.

She closed the bathroom door hard.

Wen Ruan leaned against the door, closed her eyes, and listened to the sound of her own powerful heartbeat.

After a long while.

Wen Ruan walked back with a calm expression.

Tang Song tore off the warm patch on his arm.

His gaze looked at her lower abdomen, and he took the opportunity to put forward his bold idea. "Sister Wen Ruan, why don't I help you stick it on? My hands are especially warm."

Wen Ruan hesitated for a moment but didn't refuse.

She stood slowly in front of him, lifted her loose white T-shirt, and revealed her tight and healthy waist.

The muscle lines on both sides of her abdomen were smooth and beautiful, and her skin was full of elasticity and luster, forming a strong visual contrast with her large breasts and peach buttocks.

Noticing Tang Song's gaze, Wen Ruan exerted a little force, tightening her muscles, and a clear "chuan" shaped vest line instantly appeared on her abdomen, which was extremely alluring.

This was the result of her years of fitness and self-discipline, and it was also the capital she was proud of.

Tang Song licked his lips and stuck the warm palace patch on her pants outside her lower abdomen.

Wen Ruan bit her lip, pulled down her loose T-shirt, pulled down her sweatpants, and pulled up her underwear.

When she lifted her clothes again, Tang Song's eyes went straight.

"Just stick it on the underwear; the warmth effect is the best."

Tang Song took a deep breath, his nasal cavity full of her body scent.

His brain was full of unspeakable secrets.

"Hurry up, I'm cold."

Tang Song slowly reached out, stuck the warm patch on horizontally, smoothed it out, pressed it, pressed it again, and then pressed it again.

In the end, he still couldn't help it and touched her vest line.

In an instant, a layer of fine goosebumps appeared on her skin.

Wen Ruan shivered, hurriedly pulled up her pants, and pretended to be indifferent. "Does it feel good?"

"Very good!" Tang Song nodded sincerely. "Can I touch it again?"

"Hmph hmph, keep dreaming." Wen Ruan turned around, covering the red glow on her face. "Let's go, I'll take you to see your room first; if you're dissatisfied with anything, we'll change it in time."

The rain outside the window stopped at some point, and the air was fresh and natural.

The team-building dinner in the evening was very lively.

Barbecue + hot pot, the ingredients were very rich and fresh.

Many colleagues brought their partners, and some even brought their own pets.

Tang Song also took a few group photos.

After dinner, he accompanied them to play small games like "You Draw, I Guess" and "Time Bomb."

I don't know if the painkillers and the warm palace patch really had miraculous effects, but Wen Ruan's lower abdomen felt much better, and she joined in to play for a while, the smile on her face never stopping.

9:00 PM.

Tang Song took Wen Ruan to the mini gym on the second floor.

While watching a movie, he started exercising on the elliptical machine.

No way, his fitness task required him to exercise in the gym for 1 hour every day for the next 10 days; today he could only slack off a bit.

Compared to the liveliness elsewhere, it was much quieter here, which was quite suitable for the two of them to be alone.

Wen Ruan took the opportunity to take a photo of him and shared it in the besties' group chat.

She left a message: "He's really a self-disciplined boy who loves sports; he doesn't let go of any opportunity to improve himself. I'm a bit ashamed."

【Hu Mingli: Awkward. jpg】

【Hu Mingli: "Our President Tang... is really a straight man. With such a big beauty beside him, he's actually working out??"】

【Zhang Ziqi: "Please forgive me for not understanding..."】

【Zhang Ziqi: "I thought you two were already in bed."】

Wen Ruan replied with a smile: "What are you thinking? Don't think of us so filthily!"

10:00 PM.

Tang Song and Wen Ruan, who had finished exercising, chatted as they walked upstairs.

At the entrance of the stairs on the 3rd floor, Tang Song suddenly stopped and invited, "Sister Wen Ruan, the effect of my fitness recently is very good, and the muscles on my body are much clearer. Do you want to come to my room and guide my fitness?"

"Fitness guidance..." Wen Ruan muttered, smiled, and patted his chest. "Little brother, watch less Korean manga and go to sleep early tonight."

After speaking, she smiled charmingly at him and turned to walk into the hallway.

Tang Song sighed. Just as he reached the fourth floor, he saw a figure standing by the window smoking.

Tall and thin, dressed quite formally.

It was the director holding the cat in Hu Mingli's photo.

Hearing footsteps, Wang Liyu turned around and met his eyes, his gaze very complicated, but seeing that Wen Ruan didn't follow, he felt relieved.

Tang Song nodded politely at him and was about to return to his bedroom.

Wang Liyu suddenly called out to stop him. "Tang Song!"

"Hmm?" Tang Song looked at him suspiciously.

"How long have you known Wen Ruan?"

Tang Song recalled carefully and said, "More than half a month."

Wang Liyu extinguished the cigarette in his hand and whispered, "I understand. Thank you."

In Room 311.

Zhang Xintong, who had finished washing up, applied a mask and looked at Wen Ruan, who was sitting on the bed in a daze. She giggled, "Sister Wen Ruan, your boyfriend came from so far away to accompany you, and you left him alone there. Isn't that a bit bad?"

Wen Ruan put her chin on her knees and murmured, "Is that so?"

Zhang Xintong nodded. "That's right! Also, Hu Yike also lives on the 4th floor. She's very enthusiastic about your boyfriend; her eyes are almost dripping with water. When eating, she kept putting food in Tang Song's bowl. I feel like she would dare to knock on Tang Song's door tonight."

Hu Yike was that short-haired girl, in her early 20s, with a delicate and lovely appearance.

Wen Ruan's heart jumped, and a battle between heaven and man took place in her brain.

After hesitating for a long while, she took a deep breath, took out her phone, and sent a message to Tang Song: "Little brother, what are you doing?"

"Ding-dong—" A notification sounded.

It was a photo.

She clicked to look; it was Tang Song taking a picture in the bathroom, holding toilet paper in his hand.

Wen Ruan pursed her lips and replied: "If you miss me, just say it; don't get it all over your hands."

"Ding-dong—"

【Tang Song: "I miss you."】

The corners of Wen Ruan's mouth instantly curled up. She stood up from the bed immediately, let her hair down, and took clothes out of her bag.

Zhang Xintong asked curiously, "What's wrong, Sister Wen Ruan?"

Wen Ruan said while changing clothes, "I suddenly remembered that Tang Song's suit jacket was left here, so I'll go over and return it."

"Then are you coming back tonight?"

"I might have to chat with him for a while; I'll be back later. You go to sleep first."

"Knock, knock, knock—" A knocking sound rang out.

Tang Song, who had just walked out of the bathroom, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who is it?"

"Me." The voice wasn't loud, but Tang Song heard it very clearly.

His heart jumped, and he stepped forward quickly to open the door.

Immediately after, he saw Wen Ruan, draped in his suit jacket, standing prettily at the door.

"You said you missed me, so I came to see if you had it all over your hands." Wen Ruan smiled and walked in.

She took off the suit jacket, revealing the tight T-shirt inside, and sat down on his bed. Her full legs were tightly together, smooth and delicate as if there were no pores.

Tang Song let out a long breath, stood slowly in front of her, and appreciated her plump and full figure from top to bottom.

Their eyes met, looking at the big sister's expression that was half-smiling.

Tang Song bent down, supported her shoulders with both hands, and kissed her heavily, feeling her moisture and sweetness. ===== CHAPTER 141 =====