Chapter 537: Lingling, Qiuqiu, Mengting (Daily Life)

Yunxi Building, Songmei Apparel.

In the pantry at noon, the aroma of food and the mellow scent of coffee intertwined.

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

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

After a while.

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

"Yeah!" Yao Lingling nodded hard, her eyes instantly 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 for 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 [HEYI STUDIO] brand debut, so I—dressed a bit more formally."

"Alright, hehe." Yao Lingling smiled without saying anything, lowering her head to continue picking at the few shredded chicken breasts in her bowl.

In fact, she knew the little thoughts of this cold friend of hers like the back of her hand, 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 is known to everyone."

Of course, the reason she could face this "competitor" with such a calm mind was simply because she had been struck down by various immortals too many times.

Not to mention the previous Lin Muxue and Sister Wen Ruan, just the Executive Vice President Gao Mengting, who was with them every day in the company—

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

Relatively speaking, this cold and introverted designer, Qiuqiu, didn't seem so aggressive.

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

Those were the real deal, unlike her, who still had to "pad" to keep up appearances.

Thinking of this, Yao Lingling couldn't help but poke her fake chest with the base of her chopsticks, feeling somewhat 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 [HEYI STUDIO] brand would officially go on sale.

And her windbreaker was the absolute main product among these five, set to appear as the 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 it was the moment to embody all her value.

Thinking of this, Yao Lingling turned back and forth in her chair, restless, her ample buttocks squeezed into a fleshy arc on the seat.

Past 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 together?"

For the sake of fitness and shaping, she hadn't touched milk tea, this "source of happiness," 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 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 a corner chair, satisfied, and drank a few sips of her favorite brown sugar boba milk tea.

That sweet, happy feeling allowed her tense nerves to 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 chewed the chewy pearls in her mouth and couldn't help but start letting her imagination run wild again.

The reason she was so nervous was also because the answer would be revealed tonight.

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

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

Thinking of that wish, her cheeks couldn't help but start to burn.

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 to both sides.

Yao Lingling sipped 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 was sizing up her big butt.

She immediately dodged to the side vigilantly, turning to press her butt against the cold elevator wall.

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

Immediately after, her nostrils twitched lightly.

A familiar scent entered her nasal cavity.

Yao Lingling's heart jumped suddenly, 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—no, Director Tang! You, you're back!"

"I came straight here after getting off the plane. Long time no see, Beauty Lingling."

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

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

Yao Lingling's face flushed, but her gaze remained bright as she looked at the senior in front of her.

Half a month without seeing him, it felt like he had become even more handsome.

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

The whole person exuded an irresistible, powerful aura and charm.

It made her heart itch.

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

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

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

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 followed suit, sizing her up generously.

Immediately, 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.

Coupled with her recent targeted efforts in exercise, it could already be considered a standard, full-curved peach butt, and the circumference was quite amazing.

If one were to slap it, it would definitely be especially loud!

Tang Song's heart jumped suddenly, and then he hurriedly restrained his somewhat lewd thoughts.

It must have been Xiao Jing, that little pervert, who corrupted him!

He was not that kind of person!

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

Tang Song coughed lightly, his gaze looking at the milk tea in her hand. "Sigh, I've been flying all the way, I'm 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 pleasant scent on the senior, her eyes were bright.

Tang Song took it with a smile, bit the straw with his thin lips, and drank a big mouthful elegantly.

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

Noticing his action, Yao Lingling bit her lip, and her face started to heat up.

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

Did 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.

She followed him out of the elevator, walking toward the company gate.

Yao Lingling couldn't help but lower her head to bite the straw and take 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 for her to hear his footsteps.

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

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

"Qiuqiu." His voice was gentle and clear, carrying a familiar smile. "I heard your Double 11 posters are already done?"

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

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

The longing in her heart was like vines in spring, growing and spreading in her heart, finding every gap.

Recently, he had appeared in her dreams frequently.

Tang Song smiled and beckoned to her. "Bring your laptop and come to my office for a moment; demonstrate them to me privately first. Your General Manager 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 hint of suppressed tremor.

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

"Creak—" The heavy door to 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, Qiuqiu was clearly dressed up specially.

The black and white professional attire was worn by her in a way that intertwined abstinence and sexiness, having a contradictory aesthetic with a huge impact.

Just like the person herself.

Immediately, his gaze moved slowly upward, landing on 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 incredibly beautiful.

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, and looking at Cheng Qiuqiu's exquisite, cold, and beautiful face, 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 averted her gaze, 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 realized what was about to happen, but didn't dare to move randomly.

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

This was, of course, nonsense.

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

Every time she thought of this, she felt a deep sense of guilt.

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

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

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

She really missed him too much, more than anyone else, even—more than she missed her senior sister.

This intense emotion could no longer be suppressed after seeing him, almost drowning her completely.

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

"Okay—alright—I'll try—"

As soon as she finished speaking, 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 light.

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

Immediately after, the blooming camellia turned into a pure star-light, instantly merging into Tang Song's body.

A sense of clarity filled 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, active behavior, combined with 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, flexible waist, gently knocking open her lips and teeth.

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

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

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

Watching Qiuqiu being so active, Tang Song's heart skipped a beat.

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

Finally, it landed 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 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, beautiful face was now shockingly red, almost as if it could drip blood.

She turned her back quickly, wrapping her arms around her chest.

"Oh, no, no, I—I still can't handle it—that illness—it still looks quite fierce—"

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

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally, it was impossible to hear what she was saying.

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

He silently savored the heart-stirring touch from just now in his heart.

Qiuqiu's chest, although not as exaggerated in size as the White Moonlight's or the Big Sister's, was more perky and round.

It was actually quite 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 11 promotion?"

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

She opened her laptop in a scramble.

The two sat down at the office desk.

Qiuqiu clicked 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 to his front, starting to preview it seriously and focusedly.

While watching, 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 11 promotion.

This, after all, related to the success or failure of his [Third Stage Growth Plan Task], so he was very concerned.

Qiuqiu indeed had great talent in this regard.

The series of posters she designed, no matter what style, perfectly matched the visual identification system that [HEYI STUDIO] had just established.

High-end, minimalist, and full of story.

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

Tang Song was more and more satisfied as he watched.

He couldn't help but pat her thigh appreciatively.

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

That still-flushed face 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 low voice: "Senior sister... General Manager Gao, her broadcast ends at three o'clock, it should be ending soon."

Due to the proximity to Double 11, the live broadcast rooms of the entire 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 anchor desk, personally selling goods, and occasionally cooperating in shooting videos for preheating.

"Okay, 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 almost immediately said "Goodbye" and walked quickly toward the direction of her workstation with her head down.

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

He stood there and recalled the scenes that had just happened in the office for a while.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed the throbbing in his heart and turned to walk toward the K1 live broadcast room.

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

A wave of heat that hadn't completely dissipated rushed toward him.

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

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

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

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

Everyone's face wore 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 respectfully to greet him.

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

Gao Mengting was standing there, patiently discussing the just-concluded broadcast 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 smooth brown long hair scattered casually on her shoulders.

Her soft profile under the light looked focused and gentle.

Watching the appearance of his partner being so serious, responsible, and working hard.

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

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

The focus on her face instantly turned into a gentle and brilliant smile like spring water when she saw Tang Song.

After quickly giving a few instructions to the colleagues beside her, she walked toward him with light and elegant steps.

The moment their gazes met.

Joy and longing that couldn't be hidden flowed out of Gao Mengting's gentle eyes.

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

I really am a scumbag!

I really am a scumbag!