Chapter 513

Suhe Bay Huaqiaocheng.

Mo Xiang Wan reminded softly, "Tang Zong, we're here."

"Mm." Tang Song recovered from his thoughts and pushed open the car door to get out.

The cool night wind blew gently, making his thoughts a little clearer.

"Tang Zong, do you have something on your mind?" Mo Xiang Wan approached him and asked in a low voice.

Tang Song shook his head, "It's nothing, let's go in."

Triggering 【Light Feather of Memory】 and suddenly obtaining two years of memories actually had a great impact on his heart.

That's why he cared so much about Zhang Yan's matter.

Actually, if it weren't for the fact that he could often receive Zhang Yan's messages on QG, he probably wouldn't have had such a big feeling.

For him, junior high school was already ten years ago.

In ten years, even a die-hard friend like Zhang Lei eventually became an ordinary good friend.

Not to mention Zhang Yan, whose memories were already blurred.

Passing through the greenery of the residential area, he arrived outside Annie's villa.

Entering the password, he pulled open the front door.

Changing into slippers, he had just walked into the living room.

An exaggerated and enthusiastic voice rang out: "Welcome back, my dear!"

Tang Song looked in the direction of the sound and saw Annie Kate leaning lazily on the sofa.

Wearing a sexy light-colored camisole paired with dark shorts, outlining an arrogant S-shaped figure.

Her slender thighs looked fair, delicate, and smooth as silk under the soft lighting, the whole person like an exquisite and charming painting.

"Good evening, Annie, very happy to be back." Tang Song smiled and raised his hand, his tone relaxed and natural.

Seeing Mo Xiang Wan following closely behind, Annie's brow twitched.

Immediately after, she stood up directly and rushed toward him with open arms.

Tang Song didn't have time to react before he was pulled into her arms, her full chest pressing directly against his chest.

Annie wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed against his face, her voice sweet and full of teasing: "Oh, dear, today really made me feel terrible, I was suffering from jet lag all day, and only now have I recovered my spirit."

Tang Song felt his breathing become difficult instantly and subconsciously looked at Mo Xiang Wan beside him, showing an innocent expression.

In front of his own game character, he really wanted to maintain some coolness, but Annie's enthusiasm was impossible to refuse.

"Mua~" Annie kissed Tang Song directly on the face, "Song, you are really charming today, did you put on makeup? Your hairstyle also looks more handsome."

"Uh..." Tang Song said somewhat awkwardly, "Thanks for the compliment."

Su Yu's styling team was no joke; their techniques were indeed awesome. After his hairstyle and eyebrow shape were meticulously trimmed, they were more in line with his facial features, looking indeed more exquisite.

Mo Xiang Wan finally couldn't help but interject: "Annie, Song and I haven't had dinner yet, sorry to trouble you to arrange it."

"No problem, in fact, I have already ordered the chef to prepare it." Annie glanced at the clock in the living room and added, "There are still 10 minutes."

Mo Xiang Wan said to Tang Song, "Okay, let's go wash our hands first."

Annie raised her eyebrows, looked at her, and deliberately dragged out her tone, "Mo, you didn't tell me that you were going to stay here today. Why? Are you treating Song as a little baby, even supervising such a small matter as staying at a friend's house?"

Mo Xiang Wan's mouth twitched, and she explained, "I have some work matters to discuss with you, that's why I'm staying over."

"Sorry, I'm on vacation now, I don't discuss work at all." A flash of cunning flashed in Annie's eyes, "Mo, I didn't harass you during the day, letting you date to your heart's content. Shouldn't you let him to me at night? I think Song looks very tired, maybe he needs me to help him relax."

Mo Xiang Wan couldn't help but cover her forehead and sigh, "Annie, can you restrain yourself a bit? We just came back to rest."

"Why are you so nervous?" Annie reached out and put her hand on her shoulder, deliberately lowering her voice, "Or are you actually wanting to help him relax...?"

Mo Xiang Wan's face tightened instantly, then she returned to composure, "Ms. Kate, please pay attention to your sense of propriety, this joke is not funny."

"If I really like someone, I won't just stop at the 'joke' stage." Annie smiled meaningfully, her gaze fixed on Tang Song, as if waiting for his response.

Tang Song and Mo Xiang Wan were stunned at the same time, and the atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

This American socialite was confident, flamboyant, enthusiastic, and straightforward, completely opposite to the implicit and introverted nature of traditional Huaxia ladies.

Mo Xiang Wan had no doubt that the other party was serious.

Yesterday she had spent the whole day on the plane, plus the jet lag problem, Annie was actually very tired,

But looking at her appearance today, it's possible she might really play a night raid.

Mo Xiang Wan's chest heaved, and she directly started taking her phone out of her bag, "I think it's necessary for me to communicate with Jin Dongshi."

Annie's eyes narrowed slightly, her smile still brilliant: "If you want to sow discord between us, you can try, but consider the consequences clearly."

Hearing this, Mo Xiang Wan's movements stopped, her gaze flickering.

As a confidante cultivated by Tang Song, her feelings for Tang Song were no less than those for Su Yu.

And Annie was an indispensable "diplomat" and resource link in the team, representing the Kate consortium.

If because of her, Annie and Tang Song or Jin Dongshi had a misunderstanding, this was a result she couldn't bear.

Biting her lip, Mo Xiang Wan said in a low voice, "Sorry, I didn't mean that."

Tang Song's brow twitched, and he reached out to pat the big foreign horse on the back, his tone becoming more serious: "Annie!"

"Oh, sorry, I was just joking." Annie hurriedly restrained herself and waved her hand elegantly, "Let's go, let's eat."

As she spoke, she took the initiative to pull Mo Xiang Wan's arm and chatted intimately with her about the foreign entertainment gossip she knew.

The dining room was located next to the open kitchen on the first floor of the villa, the long table covered with a white linen tablecloth, with a bouquet of fresh white roses in the center. Dinner was very sumptuous.

Appetizers, main courses, side dishes, desserts, and wine filled the long table.

Although she still had no appetite because she was still suffering from jet lag, as the hostess, she was very generous and enthusiastic.

The sound of wine glasses clinking, Annie's laughter, the fragrance of food.

Lingering in the entire restaurant, the atmosphere gradually became much more harmonious.

When sleeping, Annie even suggested letting Mo Xiang Wan sleep with her.

But she was ruthlessly rejected.

October 5, 2023, Thursday, cloudy, 19~24°C.

Inside the Suhe Bay Huaqiaocheng villa, sunlight spilled into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, plating a layer of warm gold on the soft sofa and exquisite ornaments.

Tang Song sat on the sofa in the first-floor living room, flipping through the script of "Parallel Dawn" while chatting with Mo Xiang Wan.

Today, Su Yu's filming schedule was in the afternoon and evening, and Tang Song's cameo scene was in the evening.

"Ding-a-ling—" The phone rang suddenly.

It was a strange Modou number.

Tang Song answered the phone casually, "Hello? Who is this?"

A respectful and steady male voice came from the phone: "Good morning, Mr. Tang, I am a staff member of Shengtang Security. There is a consignment for you, it's a car, it has arrived in Modou. When is it convenient for you? We'll send it over."

Tang Song's heart moved, and he instantly became excited, "Okay, now is fine, I'm at Suhe Bay Huaqiaocheng, you can send the car over directly."

"Okay, we will arrive in about half an hour, please pay attention to the call."

"Bye."

After hanging up the phone, a smile rose at the corner of Tang Song's mouth, and the whole person looked spirited.

Mo Xiang Wan keenly captured the change in his expression and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"My car has arrived." Tang Song smiled and shook his phone, joy that could not be hidden in his eyes.

Just at this time, a "tap, tap" sound of footsteps came from the direction of the stairs.

A listless Annie walked down from upstairs, wearing a loose silk nightgown, yawning and complaining: "What car?

Oh, I hate jet lag, it makes me not like myself."

Because of Tang Song and Secretary Jin, Huaxia almost became her second hometown.

As a high-IQ elite socialite, Annie's Chinese was actually very fluent, but she was more accustomed to expressing emotions in English.

Tang Song laughed, "Lamborghini Aventador SVJ."

"Wow, cool! I seem to have seen that car of yours, it was in Shencheng, right?" Annie instantly regained her spirit, walked to his side, flipped her long blonde hair, and gazed at him with burning eyes, "The weather today is very good, handsome gentleman, would you consider taking a sexy lady for a ride on the streets of Modou?"

She liked driving supercars very much and had invited Tang Song to play together many times.

However, he was not smiling at the time and had no fun at all, never agreeing to her proposal.

Now that he had changed his temperament, Annie was naturally eager to try, wanting to experience speed and passion with him.

Tang Song's eyes lit up, and he pretended to be a gentleman and spread his hands with a smile: "Of course, it's my honor."

As a young man, facing the dual temptation of a supercar and a top-tier big foreign horse, how could he not be moved?

Annie cheered, twisted her body happily, her voice as sweet as honey: "Oh, thank you dear, I think I need to wash up and change into suitable clothes, give me some time."

After speaking, she walked quickly toward the bedroom.

She, who was originally listless because of jet lag, had regained her vitality at this moment.

Mo Xiang Wan put down her coffee cup, wanting to say something but stopping.

About twenty minutes later.

Annie, who had finished makeup and changed clothes, returned to the living room.

A form-fitting camisole dress, the hem stopping just above the knees, outlining her perfect figure curves.

Stepping on a pair of high heels, she looked sexy, hot, and charming.

"How is it? I'm not bad, right?" Annie stood in front of Tang Song, posing like a supermodel, her tone carrying a bit of showing off.

Tang Song stood up and looked at her appreciatively, "Simply perfect, you look like you could be on the cover of a fashion magazine."

"Thanks for the compliment." Annie walked closer with a cat-like pace, radiating a rich perfume, and took his arm, "Let's go, I can't wait."

"The temperature today is not high, do you want to wear a coat?"

"No need, I have a natural cold-resistant constitution, and—" She deliberately lowered her voice and whispered in his ear, "I think being a bit sexy is more suitable for today's atmosphere, isn't it?"

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Tang Song chose to follow the trend.

Watching the figures of the two about to leave, Mo Xiang Wan couldn't help but open her mouth, "Tang Zong, pay attention to safety, don't forget the afternoon's business."

"Okay, don't worry, I won't delay the business."

The sound of "tap, tap, tap" rang out.

The villa door was closed casually.

Mo Xiang Wan watched the figures of the two disappear and sighed silently.

Just after walking out of the residential area gate, Tang Song's phone rang again.

It was a staff member from Shengtang Security.

After a brief exchange, he hung up and waited patiently on the spot.

Two minutes later, a flatbed trailer slowly pulled over and stopped, followed by an off-road vehicle.

After the two vehicles were parked steadily.

Several security personnel in black suits quickly got out of the car, surrounding the area, their expressions solemn and their gazes sharp.

Immediately after, a familiar young man walked quickly out of the off-road vehicle.

It was Wang Xiaojun, who had delivered the Bentley Continental to him before.

"Hello, Mr. Tang." Wang Xiaojun bowed slightly, his tone respectful.

"Hello, long time no see."

After a simple greeting, Tang Song followed Wang Xiaojun to the side of the car.

At this time, the lifting platform of the trailer had been lowered, and a vehicle covered with a heavy dust cover was quietly parked on it. "You inspect the car first." Wang Xiaojun said while waving to signal.

The heavy dust cover was carefully pulled away.

A matte gray Lamborghini Aventador SVJ 63 appeared abruptly on the street.

The cold car paint flowed with a mysterious and profound texture between the interlacing light and shadow, outlining the extremely aggressive streamlined contour of the car body.

Wedge-shaped body, low car head, exaggerated front spoiler, carbon fiber fangs front lip, Y-shaped headlights, the eye-catching "63" emblem on the car door, the huge fixed carbon fiber rear wing like a mechanical beast ready to go, revealing a sense of oppression that was not angry but prestigious.

Many pedestrians passing by stopped one after another, looking over in amazement.

If it weren't for the presence of the black-suited security guards around, they would probably have come up to watch.

Tang Song's eyes brightened slightly, as a young man who loved cars.

Facing his first supercar, and a Lamborghini worth tens of millions, he only felt his heartbeat accelerate and his eyes full of joy.

Walking around the car, his fingertips slid across the cold car body, feeling the shock brought by that ultimate craftsmanship.

Coming to the butterfly door, he pressed the key, and the door slowly lifted like an eagle's wing, revealing the racing seats wrapped in Alcantara.

"The car is fine, thank you all for your hard work." Tang Song nodded with satisfaction.

"That's good." A relaxed smile appeared on Wang Xiaojun's face, and he handed over a document, "Sorry to trouble you to sign here, and our task will be completed."

Tang Song took it casually and signed his name with a "brush."

"Mr. Tang, I won't disturb you anymore, goodbye." Wang Xiaojun bowed and said goodbye, then led the team to withdraw from the scene.

At this time, Annie approached and praised it with an exaggerated expression.

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Walking around to the passenger seat, she pulled open the door elegantly and sat in.

Her slender legs were placed naturally, her slender fingers skillfully adjusted the seat position, and her movements radiated a natural noble temperament.

She blinked at Tang Song, "Come on baby! Let me see your speed and impact."

The sexy and hot figure, set off by the low car body and convertible design of the Lamborghini, looked even more charming.

Tang Song smiled, took off the two carbon fiber roof panels, each weighing less than 6 kilograms, and placed them in the front trunk.

He leaned over and sat into the cockpit.

Before this, he had already checked the operation guide of this car on the internet and had a basic understanding of various functions.

Start the engine.

The low roar instantly rang through the entire block, like a beast waking up.

The car started slowly and galloped along the quiet street.

As the car drove onto an empty viaduct, the field of vision suddenly opened up.

The clouds in the sky were like flowing scrolls, sometimes thick, sometimes thin.

The city skyline in the distance shone brightly in the sunlight, with high-rise buildings standing in great numbers, like a steel forest.

"Boom—!" The roar of the V12 naturally aspirated engine exploded instantly.

The push-back feeling pressed the two of them hard into the carbon fiber seats.

"God, this sound is powerful!" Annie placed her hand on the edge of the car door, letting the breeze mess up her blonde hair.

Whenever accelerating, she would scream excitedly and say some messy things, her voice full of freedom and happiness.

"Floor it!"

"Good boy... now do that again."

The sun gradually rose, and the temperature gradually increased.

The matte gray Lamborghini drove off the viaduct and entered the bustling streets of Modou.

The iconic bull car logo, the exaggerated and sharp car body lines, the sexy and hot big foreign horse in the passenger seat.

The head-turning rate was directly maxed out.

Becoming the focus of passersby's attention, discussion, photography, and sharing.

An internet celebrity holding a selfie stick bumped into a companion while kneeling.

Some students wearing school uniforms pointed at the Lamborghini, dancing with excitement.

There were also young couples, the boys and girls unconsciously turning their heads repeatedly at the same time.

Tang Song sat in the car, breathing in the teasing perfume on Annie's body.

Feeling the hot, envious, jealous, and even shocked gazes, a strange sense of emotion welled up in his heart.

He experienced the high spirits of being young and promising, with fresh clothes and angry horses.

When stopping at an intersection, Tang Song's right hand unconsciously placed it on the passenger's thigh, and a smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

Through the dress with outstanding texture, he rubbed lightly, feeling the smoothness and warmth coming from Annie's thigh.

Annie, who was smoking, was stunned, and a bright smile bloomed on her face.

She turned to look at Tang Song, her red lips parted slightly, and she blew a smoke ring at him.

Before the sweet fragrance of Davidoff Gold Edition dissipated, she leaned forward directly and kissed his lips heavily.

This kiss carried the coldness of mint and saffron, mixed with the warmth in her mouth, making one's heart beat faster.

Annie's eyes flashed with a bit of laziness and satisfaction.

Her golden wavy curly hair drifted gently with the wind, and her fair shoulders shone with a soft luster in the sunlight.

Extremely moving.

3:15 PM.

"Tap, tap, tap—"

High heels tapped lightly on the polished marble floor, making a crisp sound.

Shen Yu Yan wore a beige windbreaker, paired with high-heeled ankle boots, carrying a silver boarding suitcase, the whole person looking capable and elegant.

Walking out of the passage.

She soon saw her pick-up sign.

"Hello, I am Shen Yu Yan."

"Hello Ms. Shen, welcome to Modou, I am the pick-up specialist of the Grand Hyatt Hotel." The middle-aged woman wearing a dark uniform bowed slightly, her voice low and professional.

Shen Yu Yan nodded lightly and followed the other party to the parking area.

She got into a black Mercedes-Benz V-Class business car.

The car was filled with a faint sandalwood fragrance, the temperature was just right, and there was a bottle of Evian mineral water and a copy of the day's "Financial Times" on the small table.

The car drove steadily out of the airport and drove along the viaduct toward Lujiazui, Pudong.

Shen Yu Yan leaned on the leather seat, replied to a few work messages, and looked out the window sideways.

The afternoon sun shone on the skyline of Modou, with skyscrapers standing like a steel forest, shining brightly, radiating the unique charm of a modern metropolis.

She picked up her phone, took a photo of the sky in the distance, and shared it to her Moments.

Caption: Every departure is for a better arrival.

"Ding-a-ling—" The phone rang.

【Qiu Sirou】

Answering the phone, Shen Yu Yan smiled lightly: "Hello, Sirou, did you see the Moments I posted?"

"Mm, just got off the plane, on the way to the hotel."

"Hehe, you are a local snake, I won't be polite to you, wait for you to treat me to a big meal."

"Okay, see you tonight, bye."

The two chatted simply for a few sentences and hung up the phone, Shen Yu Yan's mouth curled up.

She actually had many friends in Modou, Qiu Sirou was a former colleague she had a good relationship with, the two had both worked in that Fortune 500 company before, and later moved to Modou due to work transfers.

Coming to Modou this time, naturally, they had to reminisce about the past.

In fact, Shen Yu Yan, who loved socializing, still maintained a good relationship with many leaders and colleagues from her previous company.

The car drove slowly into the curved driveway of the Jin Mao Tower.

The moment the car door opened, the breeze of the Huangpujiang carrying the bustling atmosphere of the city blew against her face.

Walking into the hotel.

The lobby manager greeted her, his smile appropriate: "Ms. Shen, your executive suite has been arranged, on the 82nd floor."

"Thank you." Shen Yu Yan nodded lightly and followed the concierge through the hotel atrium, which was nearly 30 stories high and was also the iconic landscape of the Grand Hyatt Jin Mao.

Looking up, the layered circular corridors were like the space-time tunnels of the future world, making one dizzy.

"Ding—" The elevator went straight to the 82nd floor.

Inside the suite, the light gray advanced wool carpet, B&B Italia modern style sofa, Flos floor lamp, every detail revealed low-key luxury.

Shen Yu Yan took off her windbreaker, hung it on the sofa armrest casually, stepped barefoot on the soft carpet, and walked to the window with light steps.

The whole city slowly unfolded under her feet, like a magnificent painting slowly presenting itself.

The Huangpujiang meandered, the century-old building complex of the Bund and the skyscrapers of Lujiazui reflected each other.

World Financial Center, Shanghai Tower, Oriental Pearl... Shen Yu Yan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and her fingertips unconsciously touched the cold glass.

Intoxicated.

This is the financial center of Modou, and also one of the busiest commercial districts in Huaxia.

CICC, Ping An, Jingwu Capital, Ant, CITIC, HSBC, Citibank...