Going to His Room

"Click—" A can of Budweiser Beer is opened.

As the slightly cool liquor entered his throat, Tang Song's gaze swept across the entire venue.

I didn't see Director Wang holding the cat.

He did notice quite a few girls peeking at him, and even a few taking pictures.

"Hey, which pretty girl are you looking at?" Wen Ruan nudged him with her shoulder. "Is it that innocent-looking girl who brought you the beer earlier? Want me to introduce her to you?"

Tang Song smiled and looked at her again.

I'm dressed rather conservatively today.

Sweatpants and a loose T-shirt don't look that eye-catching.

She has a typical hourglass figure, with a large frame and fuller breasts and hips.

Overly loose tops may conceal the waistline and make one appear somewhat bulky.

However, her sexy and alluring figure is still undeniable.

"After looking around, I still Wen Ruan is the prettiest."

Wen Ruan smile curved her lips. "I admit you have excellent taste."

The two huddled together and chatted quietly.

Female colleagues would occasionally bring over snacks and desserts, chatting and laughing with Tang Song.

It made Wen Ruan feel emotionally exhausted.

After waiting for a few minutes, Brother Zhang came over with his room key and ID card.

Wen Ruan thanked him, greeted her colleagues, and led Tang Song upstairs.

On the dark wooden staircase, Tang Song, following behind, could see her Wen Ruan, plump, and full peach-shaped buttocks just by slightly raising his head.

The loose sweatpants were stretched to their fullest, like a full moon.

I took a deep breath. Goodness, this is really too much!

We walked up to the quiet third floor.

Wen Ruan suddenly turned around and saw Tang Song staring intently at her butt.

She covered her mouth and chuckled, "What's up, little brother? Have you suddenly come up with some bold idea?"

Remembering the other person's teasing about "bold ideas" last time, Tang Song said sincerely, "Yes, I do. Sister Wen Ruan, would you like to know?"

"Oh? How old? 18?" Wen Ruan raised an eyebrow.

"18? What does that mean?" Tang Song was stunned, his face full of question marks.

Wen Ruan extended her slender index finger and pointed subtly to his lower abdomen.

Seeing the direction she was pointing, Tang Song suddenly realized what was happening, and his mind went blank.

I felt my blood rushing to my head and my heart starting to race.

This mature older sister is definitely not someone a young man like him can handle.

As she approached the door of room 311, Wen Ruan beckoned to him with her finger and said in a charming tone, "Come in, little brother."

Tang Song took a deep breath and stepped inside.

This is a standard room of about 15 square meters, with a small bathroom on the right side of the door.

The decoration is decent; it has a TV, an office desk, and a kettle.

Wen Ruan tossed the Hot Water Bottle onto the bed, held the flowers in her hands, buried her head in the air, and couldn't help but sigh, "They smell so good, I love them so much. It's a pity there's no vase here; they'll probably wither by tomorrow."

"Then I'll send you another bouquet tomorrow."

Wen Ruan raised her head and suddenly asked, "Was it Lili who told you I liked Tulips? And was she the one who told you I was here?"

Tang Song nodded and said, "Yes, I heard you had your period, and I was quite worried, so I rushed over."

Her Wen Ruan body leaned forward slightly, her watery eyes looking at him. "Do you know what the meaning of Tulips is?"

"Uh..." Tang Song shook his head awkwardly.

"Charm, thoughtfulness, elegance, and wealth. In addition, different colored Tulips have different meanings; Red Tulips represent a declaration of love."

"I see." Tang Song pursed his lips. "I really didn't know that. To be honest, I know very little about flowers, and this is the first time I've ever bought flowers for a girl."

Wen Ruan blinked, her voluptuous body leaning close to his, looking him directly into his eyes as she asked, "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Tang Song's expression was very sincere.

He never used to think about these things, and he had only been with Qianqian for a short time, so he didn't have this awareness yet.

If it weren't for Hu Mingli's reminder, he would never have thought of sending flowers.

They stared at each other for a while, her Wen Ruan, full breasts heaving.

Tang Song was deeply moved by what he saw and really wanted to reach out and help her up.

"I believe it's true."

Nodding, Tang Song seemed to suddenly remember something. He picked up his suit jacket, took out a Warming Palace Patch from his pocket, tore it open, and stuck it on his arm.

"It's a bit cold, I'll put it on for you when it gets warmer."

Hearing this, Wenru's Wen Ruan lips trembled, and she was deeply moved.

Then, Tang Song took out a strip of Ibuprofen from another pocket and said in Wen Ruan voice, "I also brought you painkillers. You ate too many different kinds of food and it was too cold at noon. You must be in a lot of pain now. Wait for me."

After saying that, he got up and went to the table, touched the electric kettle, took out a disposable paper cup, and poured a cup of water.

Open the Ibuprofen packaging and take out two pills.

He handed her the water and medicine, saying, "Ibuprofen is a nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drug. Its pain-relieving effect comes from inhibiting prostaglandin synthesis. As long as your stomach is fine, you can take it. However, it won't work immediately, so please bear with it for a while."

"Thank you." Wenruan bit her lower lip Wen Ruan, reached out and took the medicine, and obediently drank it.

On the surface, everything appears calm, but inside, it feels like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing.

Aaaaah! You! You! You're trying to kill me!

"I'm going to the restroom, wait for me." Wen Ruan's voice was a little hoarse as she finished speaking, picked up a sanitary napkin, and left.

Slam the bathroom door shut.

Wen Ruan leaned against the door, closed her eyes, and listened to her own strong heartbeat.

A while later.

Wen Ruan walked back with a calm expression.

Tang Song peeled off the warm heat patch from his arm.

His gaze fell on her lower abdomen, and he took the opportunity to offer his bold suggestion, "Sister Wen Ruan, how about I put it on for you? My hands are especially warm."

Wen Ruan hesitated for a moment, but did not refuse.

She slowly stood in front of him, pulled up her loose white T-shirt to reveal her toned and healthy waist.

The muscles on both sides of the abdomen are smooth and beautiful, and the skin is elastic and shiny, forming a strong visual contrast with the large breasts and peach-shaped buttocks.

Noticing Tang Song's gaze, Wen Ruan used a little force to tighten her muscles, and a clear "Sichuan"-shaped waistcoat line instantly appeared on her abdomen, which was extremely attractive.

This is the result of her years of fitness and self-discipline, and it is also what she is proud of.

Tang Song licked her lips and stuck the Warming Palace Patch onto her pants outside her lower abdomen.

Wen Ruan bit her lip, took off her loose T-shirt, pulled her sweatpants down a bit, and then pulled her underwear up a bit.

When she lifted her clothes again, Tang Song stared wide-eyed.

"Just stick it directly onto your underwear; it will provide the best warmth."

Tang Song took a deep breath, his nostrils filled with her body fragrance.

My mind is full of secrets I can't tell.

"Hurry up, I'm cold."

Tang Song slowly reached out, placed the heat patch horizontally on it, smoothed it out, pressed it, pressed it again, and then pressed it again.

In the end, I couldn't resist and touched her abs.

In an instant, a fine layer of goosebumps appeared on my skin.

Wen Ruan shivered, quickly pulled up her pants, and asked nonchalantly, "Does it feel good?"

"Very good!" Tang Song nodded sincerely. "May I Pat Pat again?"

"Hmph, dream on." Wen Ruan turned around, hiding the blush rising on her face. "Come on, let me show you your room first. If there's anything you're not satisfied with, we can change it."

The rain outside the window had stopped sometime ago, and the air was fresh and clean.

The team-building dinner in the evening was very lively.

Barbecue and hot pot, with a wide variety of fresh ingredients.

Many of the colleagues brought their partners, and some even brought their pets.

Tang Song also took several group photos.

After dinner, we played games like Pictionary and Time Bomb for a while.

I don't know if it was the painkillers Warming Palace Patch that really worked, but my Wen Ruan abdomen felt much more comfortable. I even joined in and played for a while, and the smile on my face never stopped.

9 p. m.

Tang Song pulled Wen Ruan to the mini gym on the second floor.

I started exercising on the Elliptical Machine while watching a movie.

Unfortunately, his fitness requirement dictates that he must work out at the gym for one hour every day for the next 10 days, so he can only skimp on today.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of other places, this place is much quieter, making it quite suitable for two people to spend time alone.

Wen Ruan took a moment to take a picture of him and shared it in her group chat with her best friends.

The comment reads, "He's such a self-disciplined and athletic guy. He doesn't miss any opportunity to improve himself. I feel a little ashamed."

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Hu Mingli: "Our Mr. Tang... is such a straight man. With such a beautiful woman like you right next to him, he's actually working out?!"

Zhang Ziqi: "Please forgive me, I cannot understand..."

Zhang Ziqi: "I thought you two were already in bed."

With Wen Ruan smile, she replied, "What nonsense are you thinking? Don't imagine us to be anything so despicable!"

10 p. m.

After finishing their workout, Tang Song and Wen Ruan chatted as they walked upstairs to the Tianchao building.

At the top of the stairs on the third floor, Tang Song suddenly stopped and invited, "Sister Wen Ruan, my recent workouts have been very effective, and my muscles are much more defined. Would you like to come to my room and sit for a while, and I can give you some guidance on your workouts?"

"Fitness coach..." Wen Ruan muttered Wen Ruan, patting his chest with a smile, "Little brother, watch less Korean Comics and go to bed early tonight."

After saying that, she gave him a charming smile, turned around and walked into the stairwell.

Tang Song sighed. Just as he reached the fourth floor, he saw a figure standing by the window smoking.

Tall and thin, dressed quite formally.

It's the director holding the cat in Hu Mingli's photo.

Hearing footsteps, Wang Liyu turned around and met his gaze. His expression was very complicated, but when he saw that Wen Ruan was not following, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Tang Song nodded politely and was about to return to his bedroom.

Wang Liyu suddenly called out to him, "Tang Song!"

"Hmm?" Tang Song looked at him in confusion.

"How long have you known Wen Ruan?"

Tang Song thought carefully for a moment and said, "More than half a month."

Wang Liyu stubbed out his cigarette and said in a low voice, "I understand, thank you."

In room 311.

After washing up, Zhang Xintong put on a face mask and looked at Wen Ruan, and said with a grin, "Wen Ruan, your boyfriend came all this way to keep you company. Isn't it a bit inappropriate to leave him there alone?"

Wen Ruan rested her chin on her knees and murmured, "Is that so?"

Zhang Xintong nodded and said, "That's right! Also, Hu Yike lives on the fourth floor. She's so enthusiastic towards your boyfriend, her eyes are practically watering. She kept putting food on Tang Song's plate during dinner. I feel like she might even knock on Tang Song's door tonight."

Hu Yike is that short-haired girl, in her early twenties, with a pretty and delicate appearance.

Wen Ruan's heart skipped a beat, and her mind was in turmoil.

After hesitating for a while, he took a deep breath, took out his Mobile Phone, and sent a message to Tang Song: "Little brother, what are you doing?"

"Ding-dong—" The notification sound rang.

It's a photograph.

I clicked on it and saw that it was a photo taken by Tang Song in the toilet, with toilet paper in his hand.

Wen Ruan pursed her lips and replied, "Just say you miss me, don't make a mess of your hands."

"Ding-dong—"

Tang Song: "I miss you."

Wen Ruan's lips curled up instantly, and she immediately stood up from the bed, let her hair down, and took clothes out of her bag.

Zhang Xintong asked curiously, "What's wrong, Sister Wen Ruan?"

While changing her clothes, Wen Ruan said, "I suddenly remembered that Tang Song's suit is still with me. I'll go and return it to him."

"Are you coming back tonight?"

"I might have to chat with him for a while and come back later. You should go to sleep first."

"Knock knock knock—" A knocking sound rang out on the door.

Tang Song, who had just come out of the restroom, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who is it?"

"Me." The voice wasn't loud, but Tang Song heard it very clearly.

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly stepped forward and opened the door.

Immediately afterwards, he saw Wen Ruan Sheng standing at the door, wearing his suit jacket.

"You said you missed me, so I came to see if your hands were covered in them." Wen Ruan smiled and stepped in.

She took off her suit jacket, revealing a tight-fitting T-shirt underneath, and sat down on his bed, her full legs pressed tightly together, smooth and delicate as if without any pores.

Tang Song let out a long breath, slowly stood in front of her, and admired her voluptuous figure from top to bottom.

Their eyes met, and he looked at the older sister's ambiguous smile.

Tang Song bent down, placed his hands on her shoulders, and kissed her deeply, feeling her moisture and sweetness.