Chapter 593: Lingling, Qiuqiu, Mengting (Daily)

Yunxi Building, Songmei Apparel.

In the pantry at noon, the aroma of food intertwined with the mellow fragrance of coffee.

Yao Lingling sat by the window, eating her healthy fat-loss meal while enthusiastically sharing recent gossip with Cheng Qiuqiu opposite her.

Cheng Qiuqiu responded in a low voice, her cold and beautiful face showing little expression.

After a while.

She finally couldn't help but ask: "Lingling, is Director Tang returning to Yancheng today?"

"Mm-hmm!" Yao Lingling nodded hard, her eyes brightening significantly. "He told me this morning, saying he'd arrive in Yancheng at noon, but it's not certain when he'll come to the company."

"Then will Director Tang come to the company today?"

Yao Lingling looked at Qiuqiu opposite her, a playful smile appearing on her face: "You'll have to ask our Director Tang yourself about that;

I'm not sure either. Speaking of which, you're dressed so beautifully today, it wouldn't be because he's coming back, would it?"

"Ah!" Cheng Qiuqiu let out a low cry, hurriedly waving her hands. "No, today, today is our company's 【He Yi

STUDIO】 brand debut, so I—dressed a bit more formally."

"Alright, hehe." Yao Lingling smiled without saying a word, lowering her head to continue picking at the few shreds of chicken breast in her bowl.

In fact, she knew the little thoughts of this cold friend very well; she just didn't want to expose her.

Recently, Qiuqiu would ask her from time to time when the senior was coming back.

Today, she had even put on full makeup and changed into an outfit that really showed off her figure.

It was simply a case of "Sima Zhao's heart, everyone on the street knows it."

Of course, the reason she could face this "competitor" with such a calm mind was simply because she had been hit by all kinds of gods too many times.

Not to mention the previous Lin Mu Xue and Sister Wen Ruan, just the executive vice president Gao Mengting, who worked with them daily.

Any one of them could hang her, Lingling, up and beat her.

Relatively speaking, this cold and introverted designer Qiuqiu didn't seem to have much offensive power.

Then she couldn't help but secretly look at the majestic and full D-cup chest of Qiuqiu opposite her; she had to say, it was indeed very sexy.

Those were the real deal, unlike herself, who had to use "padding" to keep up appearances.

Thinking of this, Yao Lingling couldn't help but poke her fake chest with the base of her chopsticks, feeling a bit dejected.

Looking at it this way, she seemed to be the worst one.

After lunch, returning to her workstation.

Looking at the countdown constantly jumping on the computer screen.

Yao Lingling's heart, which had been relatively calm, began to accelerate uncontrollably.

At 7:00 PM tonight, in He Yiyi's live broadcast room.

The first batch of five products from the 【He Yi STUDIO】 brand would be officially launched for sale.

And her windbreaker was the absolute flagship product among these five, which would be the grand finale during prime time.

This was her first work at Songmei Apparel, and also the first time she, as an independent designer, had her name printed on a tag.

It was crucial, and also the moment to embody all her value.

Thinking of this, Yao Lingling turned around in her chair, restless, her full buttocks squeezed into a fleshy arc on the seat.

After 2:00 PM.

After using the bathroom, Yao Lingling walked to Qiuqiu's workstation, bent over, and whispered: "Qiuqiu, I'm going downstairs to buy milk tea,

want to come along?"

For the sake of fitness and body shaping, she hadn't touched this "source of happiness" called milk tea for two or three months.

In fact, she had been craving it for a long time.

On such an important day, she felt she urgently needed a cup of full-sugar, iced milk tea to stimulate her dopamine.

To relieve the tension that was almost overflowing in her heart.

"No, I ate very full at noon." Cheng Qiuqiu shook her head, her gaze still focused on the computer screen.

She was performing the final pixel-level detail optimization on the poster she had just finished designing.

"Alright, then I'm off, bye!" Yao Lingling made an OK gesture and left the office with light steps.

Taking the elevator directly to the first floor.

After buying the drink at the open-air beverage shop downstairs,

she sat in the corner chair, satisfied, and drank a few sips of her favorite brown sugar boba milk tea.

That sweet happiness made her tense nerves relax slightly.

Checking the time.

Only then did she stand up and swipe her card to enter the elevator hall.

At this time, there were very few people in the elevator hall, making it exceptionally empty and quiet.

While waiting for the elevator.

Yao Lingling, chewing the chewy pearls in her mouth, couldn't help but start letting her imagination run wild again.

The reason she was so nervous was also because she could reveal the answer tonight.

Once the GMV (Gross Merchandise Volume) of the windbreaker she designed could break through 4 million.

She would have a chance to let Tang Song fulfill one of her wishes.

Once she thought of that wish, her cheeks couldn't help but start to heat up.

Windbreaker! You must win some face for me!

Just as she was letting her imagination run wild.

"Ding—" The elevator door in front of her slid open slowly to both sides.

Yao Lingling, sipping her milk tea, lowered her head and walked in.

The elevator door closed slowly.

Vaguely, a figure approached and stood behind her.

Yao Lingling even felt that the other party's gaze was sizing up her big butt.

She immediately became alert and dodged to the side, turning sideways, pressing her butt against the cold elevator wall.

Ever since she started showing the talent of a pear-shaped figure, in some occasions, she would always be harassed by some ill-intentioned gazes, which could be considered a habit of self-protection.

Immediately after, her nostrils flared slightly.

A familiar scent drilled into her nasal cavity.

Yao Lingling's heart jumped, and she looked up almost subconsciously.

The next second, a handsome smiling face broke into her line of sight unexpectedly, and her heart skipped a beat instantly.

"Sen—senior... ah no, Director Tang! You, you're back!"

"Came straight here after getting off the plane. Long time no see, beauty Lingling."

Tang Song patted the little junior's head affectionately, the smile on his face clear and warm.

Chatting with this cheerful, generous, and energetic little junior always easily made him feel happy.

Yao Lingling's face flushed, but her eyes were still shining as she looked at the senior in front of her.

After half a month of not seeing him, she felt he seemed to have become even more handsome.

The crisp dark gray suit outlined his perfect figure with broad shoulders and a narrow waist to the fullest.

The whole person exuded a powerful aura and charm that made it impossible to ignore.

It made her heart itch.

I have to say, Senior Tang Song's beauty was simply too alluring!

Looking at her "lovestruck" appearance that she didn't hide at all, Tang Song snapped his fingers crisply.

With a teasing face, he said: "What are you looking at? If you keep looking like this, I'm going to charge a fee, oh."

Yao Lingling stuck out her tongue guiltily, but soon puffed out her small chest and retorted playfully: "Then looking at me also requires a fee! Since we're both looking at each other, it counts as canceling each other out!"

Tang Song chuckled, and his gaze also sized her up generously.

Subsequently, his gaze moved slightly downward unconsciously, landing on her exceptionally perky and round buttocks.

I have to say, it was truly a heaven-sent talent.

Plus the targeted exercise recently, it could be considered a standard, full-curved peach butt, and the circumference was quite shocking.

If this were to be slapped, it would definitely be especially loud!

Tang Song's heart skipped a beat, and then he hurriedly restrained his somewhat lewd thoughts.

He must have been corrupted by this little pervert Xiao Jing!

He wasn't that kind of person!

Noticing Tang Song's heated gaze, Yao Lingling moved back a bit shyly.

Tang Song coughed lightly, his gaze looking at the milk tea in her hand. "Sigh, flew all the way, a bit thirsty."

Yao Lingling understood immediately and handed the milk tea in her hand over. "Here, brown sugar boba, full sugar, super delicious!"

As she spoke, she moved closer to him.

Secretly feeling the good scent on the senior, her eyes were shining.

Tang Song took it with a smile, his thin lips biting the straw lightly, drinking a big mouthful elegantly.

Then he nodded seriously: "Mm, it is indeed very delicious, super sweet."

Noticing his actions, Yao Lingling bit her lip, and her face began to heat up.

It was just subconscious just now, but only then did she react, her throat couldn't help but move.

Does this count as... an indirect kiss?! Ah ah ah!

"Ding—" The elevator stopped slowly at the 30th floor.

"We're here." Tang Song pushed her back lightly and handed the milk tea back casually.

Yao Lingling hurriedly took it, her fingers holding the milk tea cup trembling slightly; the temperature of his lips seemed to still remain on the straw.

Following him closely as he walked out of the elevator, on the way to the company gate.

Yao Lingling couldn't help but lower her head and bite the straw, taking a light sip.

Unprecedented satisfaction and sweetness swept away all the tension in her heart.

"Director Tang!"

"Director Tang! You're back!"

A faint commotion came from the office area ahead.

Cheng Qiuqiu's body stiffened suddenly, her gaze crossing the computer screen to look at the end of the corridor.

A familiar figure came into her view.

Making her body tighten instantly.

The figure got closer and closer, close enough that she could hear his footsteps.

Tang Song first responded to the brand department employees who took the initiative to greet him.

Then, he turned around and looked at Qiuqiu, who was still stiffly sitting at her workstation, her expression silent and cold.

"Qiuqiu." His voice was gentle and clear, carrying a familiar smile. "I heard your Double Eleven posters are already done?"

Cheng Qiuqiu's body trembled suddenly, then she stood up slowly. "Mm, they're all done, 6 in total, need to select 3 of them, was just planning to send them to you to see."

During the time Tang Song was away, although they could contact on WeChat, she couldn't see him in person.

The longing in her heart grew like vines in spring, spreading in her heart whenever there was a gap.

Recently, he had appeared in her dreams frequently.

Tang Song beckoned to her with a smile. "Bring your laptop and come to my office for a moment; demonstrate it to me alone first. Your Director Gao should still be in the live broadcast room; after she comes out, I'll exchange opinions with her."

"Okay, Director Tang." Cheng Qiuqiu's voice carried a trace of suppressed tremor.

Footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor; from time to time, passing colleagues greeted Tang Song respectfully.

"Creak—" The heavy door of the president's office was pushed open.

The two walked in one after the other.

Tang Song hung his suit jacket on the coat rack casually and turned to look at this cold designer friend.

Today's Qiuqiu was clearly specially dressed.

The black and white workplace attire was worn by her with a mix of abstinence and sexiness, having a kind of contradictory beauty with great impact.

Just like her person.

Subsequently, his gaze moved slowly upward, landing on the top of Qiuqiu's head.

The 【Dream Flower Seed】 was swaying violently, and the rich halo seemed almost about to overflow.

It also plated her with a layer of green radiance, which was beautiful to behold.

After not seeing it for a while, the 【Dream Flower Seed】 had grown a lot, and could even be considered close to maturity.

Perhaps with just a little stimulation, he could harvest the flower, Comprehension +1.

Thinking of this, looking at Cheng Qiuqiu's exquisite and cold face again, Tang Song's heart beat much faster.

Walking to her front.

The distance between the two was instantly pulled to within breathing distance.

An ambiguous atmosphere swirled around them.

Cheng Qiuqiu's towering chest began to heave violently, and her cheeks also flushed with a layer of unnatural halo, like rouge blooming in the snow.

"Qiuqiu." Tang Song called her name gently.

"Yes!" Cheng Qiuqiu raised her head almost reflexively, her red lips pursed tightly.

Their gazes met in the air.

She quickly shifted her gaze away, her face tense, but her heart began to beat wildly "thump, thump, thump."

Tang Song examined her face and asked: "Has your illness improved recently?"

"I—I don't know!" Cheng Qiuqiu's voice trembled, and she subconsciously turned her body to the side.

She roughly realized what was happening, but didn't dare to move around.

After all, there was a tacit agreement between them to "treat" her illness through this kind of intimate contact.

This was, of course, nonsense.

However, this also gave her an excuse to "betray" the senior sister with peace of mind.

Whenever she thought of this, she felt a thick sense of guilt.

"Then—do you want to try it now?" Tang Song lowered his head slightly, his warm breath brushing gently across her cheeks, breathing in the unique cold fragrance on her body.

Qiuqiu's eyelashes jumped violently, and she raised her head slowly.

Looking at this face she thought about day and night, her lips moved unconsciously.

She really missed him too much, more than anyone, even... more than the senior sister.

This intense emotion couldn't be suppressed anymore after seeing him, almost drowning her completely.

The frequency of her heartbeat became faster and faster, shaking her eardrums until they rang.

"Okay—alright—I'll try—"

As soon as the words fell, she seemed to have lost her last bit of reason.

Standing on tiptoe, she closed her eyes and kissed him forcefully.

Inside the office, time seemed to have been pressed on the pause button.

In the haze.

A pure white camellia bloomed quietly within the emerald green halo on Qiuqiu's head, emitting a soft and holy radiance.

"Ding! Congratulations to the player, the second flower of the 【Dream Flower Seed】 has bloomed successfully!"

Immediately after, the blooming camellia turned into a beam of pure starlight, instantly sinking into Tang Song's body.

A burst of clarity in his mind.

【Comprehension +1】

After Tang Song was briefly distracted, he refocused his attention on Qiuqiu in front of him.

She clearly didn't know how to kiss, just subconsciously and clumsily sucking.

But it was precisely this green initiative and her cold, abstinent appearance that formed a huge contrast and stimulation.

Making his emotions gradually rise.

Tang Song couldn't help but reach out to hold her slender and flexible waist, gently prying open her lips and teeth.

Qiuqiu let out a low moan, unable to help but lift her head, her hand subconsciously wrapping around his waist.

As the kiss continued, her cheeks became redder and hotter.

Every nerve ending in her body seemed to have been awakened, becoming exceptionally sharp and sensitive.

Looking at such an active Qiuqiu, Tang Song's heart skipped a beat.

The hand holding her waist moved slowly upward, brushing past her beautiful thin back, smooth shoulders, and exquisite collarbone.

Finally landing on the heart-stirring truth wrapped in the tight-fitting base layer.

"Hmm!" Qiuqiu's eyes widened suddenly.

A shudder erupted from the depths of her soul, spreading rapidly to her whole body like an electric current.

Raising a layer of fine goosebumps on the surface of her skin.

A suppressed low cry followed.

After a while.

Qiuqiu pushed him away forcefully as if she had been electrocuted.

That cold and fiery face was now frighteningly red, almost able to drip blood.

She turned her back quickly, hugging her chest with both hands.

"Oh, no, it won't do, I—I still can't handle it—that illness—no matter how I look at it, it's still very fierce—"

She lowered her head, using a dialect with a thick Sichuan-Chongqing accent, stammering and speaking incoherently.

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally, she couldn't hear what she was saying at all.

"It's okay, we'll take it step by step." Tang Song could only regretfully withdraw his hand that was still wanting more.

Silently feeling the amazing touch from just now in his heart.

Qiuqiu's chest, although not as exaggerated in size as the white moonlight and the big sister, was more upright and round.

It was really similar to her idol Su Yu.

"Oh—oh—then I'll go first—" Qiuqiu nodded stiffly and turned to walk out.

Tang Song hurriedly grabbed her wrist. "I said, aren't we going to look at the preview posters for this Double Eleven promotion?"

"Ah, yes." Qiuqiu then turned around with difficulty.

Scrambling to open her laptop.

The two sat down in front of the desk.

Qiuqiu tapped on the design file, wanting to demonstrate and explain her creativity and ideas to Tang Song one by one according to the draft she had prepared in advance.

But she couldn't speak clearly at all, stumbling, and even popping out a few sentences of dialect from time to time.

Tang Song comforted her a few times, and finally pulled the laptop in front of himself, starting to preview it seriously and intently.

While looking, he took the initiative to guide Qiuqiu and discuss the design ideas for each poster with her.

Excellent promotional posters were crucial for the upcoming Double Eleven promotion.

This was related to the success or failure of his 【Third Stage Growth Plan Task】, so he was still very concerned.

Qiuqiu was indeed very talented in this regard.

The series of posters she designed, no matter what style, perfectly matched the visual identification system just established by 【He Yi STUDIO】.

High-end, simple, and full of story.

The composition, color usage, and copy of each picture accurately conveyed the corresponding intent.

Tang Song was more and more satisfied as he looked.

Couldn't help but pat her thigh appreciatively.

Qiuqiu's body trembled, and she stood up suddenly.

That face, which was still blushing, tried hard to squeeze out a calmness that belonged to work.

"What's wrong?" Tang Song looked up at her.

Qiuqiu stammered for a long time before reminding him in a small voice: "Senior sister... Director Gao, her live broadcast ends at three o'clock, it should be almost over now."

Due to the approaching Double Eleven, the live broadcast rooms of Songmei Apparel had almost entered a state of continuous operation.

The three major live broadcast rooms basically didn't stop from morning till night.

Even Gao Mengting, this vice president, had returned to the live broadcast desk, personally going on stage to bring goods, and occasionally cooperating with filming videos for preheating.

"Good, I'll go to the live broadcast room to take a look, and by the way, confirm the final plan for the posters with Mengting."

The two stood up and walked out of the office one after the other.

Cheng Qiuqiu said "Goodbye" almost immediately and walked quickly toward her workstation with her head down.

Watching her sexy back disappear at the corner of the corridor, Tang Song couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

Standing there, he recalled the scenes that happened in the office for a while.

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the palpitation in his heart, he turned and walked toward the K1 live broadcast room.

Pushing open that heavy professional soundproof door, he walked into the live broadcast room that had just finished "fighting."

Facing him was a heat wave that hadn't completely dissipated.

The huge ring fill light was still on, and the air was filled with a unique scent mixed with cosmetics, sweat, and new clothing fabric.

On the floor, there were some hangers and tags that hadn't been cleaned up in time.

On the whiteboard next to it, the product order and highlight tips for the live broadcast just now were written in red marker.

Several assistants and operations were gathered together, looking at the real-time data on the screen.

Everyone's face hung with an expression mixed with fatigue and excitement.

"Director Tang!" "Director Tang, hello! You're back!"

Some sharp-eyed employees saw Tang Song for the first time and immediately stood up to greet him respectfully.

Tang Song nodded with a smile, his gaze crossing the busy crowd, and soon landed on that familiar figure in front of the live broadcast desk.

Gao Mengting was standing there, patiently discussing the live broadcast just now with several employees responsible for product selection.

She was wearing a simple beige Chinese-style shirt and black high-waisted wide-leg pants, with a head of soft brown long hair scattered on her shoulders casually.

Her soft side profile looked focused and gentle under the reflection of the lights.

Looking at the appearance of her partner being serious, responsible, and working hard.

A burst of strong shame surged in Tang Song's heart.

Seemingly hearing the movement at the door, Gao Mengting turned around and looked over.

Her focus instantly turned into a smile as gentle and brilliant as spring water when she saw Tang Song.

Quickly explaining to a few colleagues beside her, she walked toward him with light and elegant steps.

The moment their gazes met.

Joy and longing that could not be hidden flowed in Gao Mengting's eyes.

Tang Song couldn't help but scold himself fiercely in his heart:

I am really a scumbag! ===== CHAPTER 594 =====