A Man's Looks, a Wife's Pride

Mercedes-Benz in the rain, a dripping black business umbrella, a superior physique, a well-fitting shirt and trousers, handsome features, fair and delicate fingers, blooming flowers...

Like a perfect painting, it entered everyone's hearts.

Many girls subconsciously took a half step forward, as if they wanted to have this moment.

On stage, the two people who were singing stopped.

The hall suddenly became very quiet, and the faint sound of rain falling outside the window could be heard.

The room was dimly lit and brightly lit, and the air was filled with the aromas of alcohol, coffee, and desserts.

The boy who walked through the open door smiled at his male colleague who was holding the door open beside him.

He gently closed the exquisite black business umbrella in his hand and placed it at the door.

The boy picked up his dark suit jacket with his right hand and placed the bunch of Red Tulips in front of him with his left.

"Click—click—"

The sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden floor grew louder as they approached.

He had a smile on his lips, yet he exuded a cool and composed aura, full of asceticism.

The girls standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows were all breathing heavily and their hearts were racing.

On this early summer evening, I unexpectedly encountered the Mercedes-Benz Male God I had just seen on a short video.

This kind of fateful romance is something no one can resist.

The Wen Ruan hand gripped the Hot Water Bottle, sometimes loosening, sometimes tightening, and mist gradually welled up in her eyes.

The scene before her eyes was just like the male protagonist from the romance novels she had read when she was still innocent and naive.

Their eyes met.

Tang Song stopped in front of her, looked at the still somewhat dazed Wen Ruan, and chuckled, "Aren't you pleasantly surprised? I heard you weren't feeling well, so I came to keep you company."

Then, she handed over the flowers in her hand, saying, "These are for you."

His voice was gentle and clear, seemingly filled with deep concern and tenderness.

Wen Ruan pursed her lips, reached out and took the flowers from his hand, "Thank you, this is a pleasant surprise."

Although she tried her best to remain calm, her voice still trembled slightly.

She's a normal woman, and a woman who loves to dream.

In this situation, with colleagues who had just been mocking him, his emotions were completely ignited.

Her gaze swept over her stunned colleagues, finally settling on Tang Song's handsome face.

She took a half step forward, stood on tiptoe, raised her charming face, and kissed him on the cheek.

Breathing in his fresh and pleasant scent, she couldn't help but lick her full lips.

True liking stems from physical attraction.

Despite the blood flowing beneath her, it could not obscure the clear water seeping out.

A man's appearance is a wife's glory.

This is probably her biggest feeling at this moment.

Witnessing this scene firsthand, the male colleagues all felt a bit choked up.

After all, she's the prettiest and best-figured girl in the company. Who wouldn't have some thoughts about her? Now that she has such an excellent boyfriend, it's inevitable to feel a little lost.

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My female colleagues were so jealous their teeth felt like they were going to fall out.

"Wen Ruan... this... is this really your boyfriend? I thought you were joking." One of the female colleagues couldn't stand it anymore; she had been fed so much dog food that her mouth was sore.

"Yeah, Wen Ruan, why haven't I seen you post any photos?"

"When did you get together? How did you meet?"

Li Meiling, who was holding her boyfriend, gritted her teeth. The jealousy in her heart was almost devouring her alive.

She and Wen Ruan are about the same age and neither of them is married, so there are bound to be some comparisons between them.

I finally managed to get my boyfriend over to keep me company today, hoping to show off a little in front of her, but I was completely outmaneuvered.

Zhang Xintong jogged over from the stage, secretly glancing at Tang Song up close, and nudged Wen Ruan's arm. "Sister Wen Ruan, aren't you going to introduce us?"

When she talked to Director Wang Wen Ruan, she felt that he was a bit too idealistic. She never expected that she could actually find such a boyfriend.

Hearing her colleagues talking about the term "boyfriend," Wen Ruan Ruan's gaze darted away, and she said vaguely, "This is Tang Song. We haven't known each other for very long, so you don't know him."

"Good afternoon." Tang Song smiled and waved to his Wen Ruan colleagues.

"Hello, handsome!" "Hello!"

Everyone greeted him warmly, and on the surface, they all seemed very friendly.

There's a saying that goes, "You don't need to say anything; the Mercedes-Benz S-Class will speak for you."

A middle-aged man in his forties approached him, warmly extending his hand and saying, "Hello, I'm Ning Song, the department director of Wen Ruan. Welcome, welcome."

Tang Song reached out and shook hands with him, saying politely, "Hello, Director Ning. I've always heard Wen Ruan say that you take good care of her at work. Thank you very much."

Ning Song, beaming, said, "Of course, Wen Ruan's performance in the company is evident to all."

Wen Ruan, standing to the side, held the flowers, a happy smile on her face.

The sky was covered with thick gray clouds, and a light drizzle fell gently.

Wang Liyu, still holding an umbrella, looked at Wen Ruan Ruan's joyful smile, his eyes filled with disappointment and sadness.

It was originally a grand stage he had planned, where he wanted to get close to his female colleague and cultivate a relationship.

As a result, she made mistakes all day, and in the end, I had to witness her love story firsthand, while I could only be Guest.

It seems this is fate.

Zhong Ying, who was slowly approaching, kept her mouth tightly shut as she looked at the two figures standing together.

My heart ached terribly, and my eyes welled up with tears of jealousy.

My 25-year-old boyfriend is successful in his career. He drives a million-dollar Mercedes-Benz S-Class, gives me LV Bag, is tall, handsome, and has an outstanding temperament. He even comes to check on me on a rainy day.

No wonder she looked down on Director Wang and the other male colleagues.

But how could a guy like that be with her?

Even if they get together temporarily, it definitely won't last. Wen Ruan is already 30 years old, and maybe this guy is just playing around.

After trying to comfort herself, Zhong Ying finally felt a little better, but she was still very unhappy.

Even if you're only with a man like that for a short time, you're Wen Ruan getting a huge advantage.

Sighing inwardly, Zhong Ying whispered, "Director Wang, I wasn't lying to you, Wen Ruan does have a boyfriend."

"I'm going back to my room to change my clothes. You guys keep playing." Wang Liyu nodded absentmindedly and turned to leave.

He also had his own pride, and even if he was unwilling in his heart, he would not go up to Wen Ruan and say anything inappropriate.

After inviting Tang Song to sit down, he did so.

Director Ning Song exchanged a few more pleasantries before leaving.

Zhang Xintong quickly came over, looked at Tang Song, and then at Wen Ruan.

She asked with a smile, "Sister Wen Ruan, is your boyfriend staying here tonight? Yun Yun's room is empty, I can move in anytime."

She and Wen Ruan were assigned to the same room, something that needed to be discussed beforehand.

What if, while she's asleep one night, Wen Ruan's boyfriend barges in and crawls into her bed?

That's really... great!

Tang Song, who was surveying his surroundings, brightened up upon hearing this.

Wen Ruan Ruan's face flushed slightly, and she turned to ask, "Tang Song, did you bring your ID card?"

"I brought it! I was quite worried about you and wanted to stay with you for the night." Tang Song's voice was calm and magnetic, with an air of unwavering responsibility.

He then took out his ID card from his pocket and handed it over.

He turned his expectant gaze toward his "girlfriend," Wen Ruan.

Large and full-figured, like a character from Korean Comics.

If we had to share a room and sleep together for one night, who could stand it!

Thinking of this, Tang Song couldn't help but gently place his hand on her waist, feeling the warmth and softness of his older sister.

Badge - Lucky Me is such a magical item!

Wen Ruan Wen Ruan pressed her legs together, smoothed her hair at her temples, and smiled at Zhang Xintong, saying, "No need to move. I've already asked, and there are still many empty rooms on the fourth floor."

After saying that, she stood up and went to the colleague in charge of organizing the team building activity.

He handed over his ID card and whispered, "Brother Zhang, could you please tell the staff to book a room on the 4th floor? I'll transfer the 300 yuan family team building fee to you later."

"Okay! Just a moment, it'll be ready soon." Brother Zhang quickly took it and turned to leave.

Listening to their conversation, Tang Song was slightly disappointed.

It's a pity, he was actually very simple-minded, he just wanted to warm her stomach.

After all, his hands had been treated with his Male God's Hand Cream, making them very warm and flexible, definitely enough to warm the Wen Ruan of someone on their period.

"What would you like to drink? I'll get it for you. We have soda, beer, and wine." A short-haired girl suddenly came over, her cheeks flushed.

Tang Song paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Beer, please."

He's determined not to go home tonight. A few beers will do the trick, and if he gets too drunk and does something, no one will blame him.

Seeing his warm and handsome smile and hearing his pleasant voice, the short-haired girl looked at him with watery eyes and said in a soft voice, "You're welcome."

She was the first one to see that short video, and she really liked the guy driving the Mercedes-Benz in it.

I wasn't disappointed at all after seeing it in person; it's truly captivating.

She can't be described as having stunningly beautiful looks, and her skin is just average, but her elite aura is absolutely amazing.

On this early summer evening, I stepped out of the Mercedes-Benz and walked slowly through the rain.

After taking a few more glances, the short-haired girl reluctantly walked towards the bar.

Wen Ruan was back next to him, couldn't help but pout. She had only been gone for a short while, and someone had already come over to chat her up.

Although this young girl is not as good-looking or as well-built as her, she has the advantage of being young and energetic.

Thinking of this, Wen Ruan looked at Tang Song Song's handsome profile again, and for some reason, felt a little uneasy and anxious.

Being in your early twenties is wonderful.

I've been there too.

How wonderful it would be if I had met you when I was in my twenties!