Chapter 206: Missing You Will Be Regrettable

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"—the sound of running water lasted for a while before Tang Song wiped his hands and walked out.

Wen Ruan looked up at him, her gaze subconsciously gathering on his fingers.

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Good guy, she just thought his hands looked good before; didn't know they were actually so useful!

Much stronger than any messy vibrating equipment!

If he were playing games, the operation would definitely be fierce.

"3 minutes! You only lasted 3 minutes!" Tang Song shook his finger at her, a large, charming smile curling on his lips.

Wen Ruan rolled her eyes at him in annoyance.

With those hands of yours, it's like you've opened a cheat code; who can withstand it!?

Thinking of the trembling scene at the time, Wen Ruan's heart burned, and anyway, she really couldn't withstand it.

"Let's go, come with me to pick some gifts." Tang Song patted her peach butt.

He could clearly feel that Wen Ruan's attitude toward him had undergone a significant change.

Or rather, she had recognized from the bottom of her heart that she was his girlfriend.

Perhaps she still had many concerns, but with this crack, the big sister's fall was only a matter of time.

When it came to feelings, Tang Song was never a broad-minded person.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have chased his "white moonlight" for so long, giving up enjoyment to study hard and improve himself.

Facing Wen Ruan, with whom he had had intimate contact, it was impossible to let her go.

Next, it was time to make her and her family completely at ease.

Following Tang Song into the walk-in closet, Wen Ruan looked around, a look of amazement on her face.

Couldn't help but let out a low cry: "So beautiful!"

U-shaped walk-in design, open space, warm distributed lighting.

The island was staggered in height, black leather shoe-changing stool, solid wood + leather wardrobe, full of Italian light luxury style.

In the dark wardrobe, rows of high-end textured clothes were neatly hung.

Bags, shoes, and hats were classified, looking very shocking at a glance.

Tang Song wrapped his arms around her slender waist, coming to a cabinet inside, and opened it lightly.

Revealing gift boxes and gift bags filled to the brim.

LV, Bvlgari, Chanel, Cartier…

Tang Song reached out and smiled: "Cosmetics, bags, accessories, all there, pick whatever you want."

"Uh…" Wen Ruan's chest heaved, her heartbeat accelerating.

She licked her lips, her fingers grazing one exquisite package after another.

She was also a normal woman; looking at so many tempting luxury goods, it was impossible not to be excited.

At this very moment, she understood more clearly and intuitively what she would get if she were with Tang Song.

When she was young, she always felt the future had infinite possibilities, unwilling to be mediocre, yearning for financial freedom and fame.

The years of struggling in the big city—staying up late, working overtime, taking the blame, setbacks—made her realize she wasn't the protagonist of the world.

Returning to Yancheng to work, enjoying life, and enriching herself was not a kind of compromise.

Taking a deep breath, she calmed her mood.

Wen Ruan took four boxes of hairbands out from inside. "I'll come back to get mine later."

…

Arriving in the living room.

Qiao Lina, Wen Qinqin, and the others were gathered together chatting in low voices, occasionally pointing at some renovation in the surroundings.

Noticing Tang Song and Wen Ruan approaching.

The four stood up instantly, their expressions nervous.

Even Zhang Ziqi, who had always been loud, seemed a bit tense.

Although she knew Tang Song was very rich and lived in a large apartment, only by truly experiencing it could she know how big the gap was.

Wen Ruan shook the gift bag in her hand and smiled: "This is a hairband Tang Song sent you guys, two Chanel, two LV, you four divide them yourselves."

"Thank you, Tang Zong! Tang Zong is the most handsome!" Zhang Ziqi walked over, picking out the LV hairband she had been thinking about.

"Thank you, Tang Song!" "Thank you!" "Thank you!"

The other three girls also quickly took them, their faces full of joy.

These were solid benefits; who could refuse them!

After chatting for a while in the living room, the few followed Tang Song toward the audio-visual room.

Pushing open the heavy door and turning on the lights, everyone's eyes lit up.

Atmosphere lights with adjustable color and brightness, L-shaped luxury sofa, super large projector screen, massage chairs, exquisite wine cabinet, snack cabinet…

Chen Xiaoman let out a "Wow," unable to wait to drill in, touching here and looking there.

Then she took out her phone and started taking pictures.

Tang Song greeted them to sit down, turned on the laser projector, and placed snacks and drinks on the coffee table.

The few sat on the sofa and chatted for a while.

Chen Xiaoman and Wen Ruan held game controllers and started playing a two-player PS5 game.

Others also participated from time to time, the atmosphere very lively.

3:00 PM.

Tang Song ordered some fruit cuts, cakes, and milk tea.

The few chose a domestic romantic comedy on the NAS and dimmed the atmosphere lights.

Soon, clear and thorough sound came from the BOSE speakers.

Tang Song wrapped his arms around Wen Ruan's waist, watching the movie while chatting in low voices.

After the movie ended.

Wen Qinqin turned on the song-ordering machine, and the few excitedly chose songs and started K-singing.

Wen Ruan looked at Tang Song beside her, took a deep breath, and leaned into his ear: "Little brother, come with me for a moment, I have something to tell you."

After speaking, she stood up directly and said to the others: "It's my first time here too, let Tang Song take me around, and by the way, discuss what to eat for dinner, you guys play first."

The other few nodded quickly and waved at them.

Closing the door of the audio-visual room.

Wen Ruan walked directly toward the master bedroom.

Tang Song, following behind her, had sparks of expectation flashing in his eyes, seemingly understanding the big sister's meaning.

"Click"—the bedroom door was locked, and the two looked at each other at the same time.

Their eyes met, and sparks seemed to flash in the air.

Immediately after, the two hugged tightly, the sound of clothes rubbing accompanied by kissing sounds.

Feeling Tang Song's exuberant vitality, Wen Ruan's heart accelerated, whispering: "After dinner, I will leave with Ziqi and the others, I also have many things to explain to my parents."

Seeing Tang Song's disappointed eyes, she licked her moist lips, her voice seductive: "So, we don't have much time left, I'll teach you some more water-element magic."

Tang Song pinched the truth in front of her: "What I hope to learn is E-level water-element magic."

Wen Ruan bit her lip and smiled: "Looks like you really want to make progress, playing tricks so quickly."

"Can I?" Tang Song asked expectantly.

Wen Ruan didn't answer him, but opened her mouth, her tongue rubbing against her lips and teeth, seemingly reciting a mantra.

The expression on her face was charming and shy, and between her slightly raised brows and eyes, she exuded a mature charm.

Tang Song was seeing such a "burned" big sister for the first time, instantly being teased to the point of no return, pressing down heavily.

After a good while.

Tang Song sat down on the sofa in the bedroom rest area, looking at the big sister expectantly.

Soon, a heart-pounding scene unfolded before him.

Wen Ruan knelt down slowly.

Immediately after, messy sounds rang out.

Wen Ruan opened her mouth, opened her arms, and began to tell him about her past.

Tang Song took a deep breath, appreciating her from top to bottom.

Full and delicate E-cup, exquisite collarbone, raised face, slender waist, long flowing hair, round peach butt…

This was an unprecedented perspective, bringing unparalleled shock.

In a trance, he remembered the scenes at the Huiying Creative Park that day.

Wen Ruan raised her head, looking at him with misty big eyes.

This was a face that perfectly matched her fetishes, and Tang Song's personality was gentle, knowledgeable, and interesting, his figure well-proportioned and tall, not to mention his conditions.

She had always been a rational and mature person with her own stable values.

Hoping to enter the palace of marriage with her partner, get the blessings of her family, and have a happy family.

But she knew clearly that Tang Song couldn't be that person.

If she chose to go on with him, it could only be as a "lover" or "girlfriend."

But she wasn't alone; she had parents and relatives, friends and classmates.

Thinking of her parents' expectations, the eyes of family relatives, public opinion, and Tang Song's future wife.

Wen Ruan's heart was complex and unclear, not knowing how she should choose.

…

"Hiss~" Tang Song gripped Wen Ruan's face: "Zhuangzhuang, speak properly, don't bite me!"

Wen Ruan's face turned red instantly, raising her head, licking her lips: "Not allowed to use this address! This is plumpness, my body fat rate is perfect, it can't be called sturdy at all!"

After speaking, she secretly did some small movements.

Tang Song took a deep breath, instantly surrendering: "Okay, Sister, you continue!"

Wen Ruan glared at him and continued to lower her head to tell her heart.

……

Eating a sumptuous dinner in the large apartment's dining room.

Qiao Lina and the others were wandering around and taking pictures in other rooms.

Tang Song and Wen Ruan drilled into the audio-visual room, leaning together playing games.

The super large projection screen and shocking BOSE sound system made Wen Ruan exceptionally excited and happy, like a little girl who got a toy, occasionally sharing game strategies and insights with him.

It could be seen that she really liked playing games, and the whole room was filled with her laughter and exclamations.

Tang Song's gaze became softer and softer, feeling that this big sister was really charming, and it was always so happy to be with her.

9:30 PM.

The crowd took the elevator to the first floor, and Qiao Lina and the others walked slowly toward Yuanhe Mansion.

The two stood quietly downstairs.

Wen Ruan looked at him, saying softly: "No need to send me off, we all know the way, and this is the city center, there's no danger."

Tang Song handed the BMW car keys in his pocket to Wen Ruan: "You're interested in cars, right? Drive it for fun, send it back when you've had enough."

This BMW 330 was mostly gathering dust on his side, only driving it occasionally.

But after all, it was a new car, it would be a pity to leave it there.

Wen Ruan blinked her eyes, her face full of smiles as she said, "Are you trying to maintain me? Now that you're providing a car, is the next step to provide a house?"

The 400,000 BMW 330i M Sport was absolutely a luxury car for her.

Tang Song raised his eyebrows: "Then are you willing?"

Wen Ruan didn't answer him, just stared at him silently for a good while, reached out to take his car keys, and said softly: "Bye-bye."

After speaking, she turned and walked toward the gate.

"Tap, tap, tap"—she lowered her head slightly, each step walking with extra force, seemingly hesitating, waiting for something.

When she walked the 10th step, Wen Ruan stopped, turned around, and walked back "tap, tap, tap."

Looking at Tang Song's figure in the evening breeze, tears streaming down her face.

She bit her lip and said: "Why don't you know how to lie to me! If you lied to me, said you would marry me, said you would love me for a lifetime, I wouldn't leave tonight! I would stay with you here for a while with peace of mind, I would cook for you, I would play games with you, I would tell you about my past… even if I ended up crying like an idiot, I could comfort myself, I was dumped by you, you're a thorough jerk, not worth me lingering on…"

After saying a long paragraph, she stood on tiptoes and bit him heavily on the neck.

Using her palm to wipe the tears off her face, she pushed him hard, picked up her bag and gift bag, and left with big strides.

Missing you will be regrettable.

This is a matter without doubt.

But I love you, there is a conflict of left lights and right lines.

Crazy but afraid there is no way back.

But what can I do?

Give me a little more time, give me some more reasons, let me be crazy without scruples! ===== CHAPTER 207 =====