So Annoying, Working Overtime Again Until Late

"BGM: I'm fine, it's just that sometimes regrets well up in my eyes. I'm fine, no matter how hard I try to forget, I still can't forget..."

Long, slender fingers gently plucked the guitar strings, and the melody flowed like a stream.

A melancholic and tender emotion lingered in the heart through his voice and the vibrations of the strings.

His profile looked particularly striking under the light, with his eyes lowered and his expression focused, as if the whole world was immersed in his music.

Sitting next to Tang Song, Yao Lingling's gaze gradually became infatuated.

Her fondness for the Tang Song didn't develop overnight.

I first saw that post on Little Red Book with the idea of raising Electronic Pet.

It was the "bowl cut" incident that brought the two together.

Feeling guilty and amused, she dragged Zhang Jiahong and Li Shumin into this grand Simulation Game.

Then I witnessed him transform from a slightly chubby couch potato into a spirited young man.

His strong execution and perseverance deeply impressed her.

Then came the "meeting in real life" at the beef Banmian.

But what truly captivated me was seeing his exquisite sketches, his genius-level costume designs, and that OPPO Find X6 Pro that I still cherish to this day.

Yao Lingling took a deep breath, looked at him with eyes as clear as water, her face flushed and hot.

The evening breeze blew, causing his casual shirt and messy black hair to sway slightly.

He exudes a strong artistic and literary aura.

This handsome young man is both charming and cool, talented, low-key and reserved, gentle and handsome.

No wonder my friendships have soured and I've been experiencing inexplicable heart palpitations.

The guitar music gradually stopped.

The living room was quiet for a moment, then came the sound of clapping.

Zhang Jiahong and Li Shumin blushed and shouted excitedly.

Qiu Qiu awkwardly put down what she was holding, her lips slightly parted, and just kept clapping her hands.

"Your senior is amazing!" Yao Lingling blinked her sparkling eyes and said shyly, "Your guitar is superb, your singing is amazing, and you're super handsome too."

"Senior, I feel like you could debut right here!"

"Incredible! I've been hit by a double whammy of his good looks and talent!"

Tang Song put the guitar aside. "Keep a low profile, keep a low profile."

Yao Lingling stood up and quickly went to Qiu Qiu's side, giving her a warm hug. "Welcome, Qiu Qiu, to our home! You've already come all this way, why did you bring anything? Isn't that too much of a formality?"

"No..." Qiu Qiu was about to say something.

Yao Lingling picked up the fruit from the ground and said with a grin, "Wow, mangosteens, Autumn Moon Pear, and Golden Kiwi —these are all fruits we love to eat. We just haven't cut the fruit platter yet. We won't stand on ceremony with you, Minmin, go cut the platter."

"Here it comes!" Li Shumin jogged over to take the fruit. "Thank you, Qiu Qiu, hehe."

Startled by their antics, Cheng Qiuqiu, who had been somewhat uneasy and nervous, quickly relaxed. "You're welcome, it's my pleasure."

"Good evening, Qiu Qiu." Tang Song Wei Xiao and stood up.

Their eyes met, and Cheng Qiuqiu awkwardly looked away. "Good evening, Tang Song. I'm sorry I'm late, the traffic was terrible."

She had arrived at Star Garden Residential Area ten minutes earlier, but then realized she had forgotten to buy fruit. So she rushed to the fruit shop next to the residential area, and the round trip made her late.

"It's okay, come and sit down." Yao Lingling pulled Cheng Qiuqiu's arm and led her to the dining table, excitedly saying, "Now that everyone's here, let's dig in!"

After saying that, he invited the group to sit down.

Soon, Li Shumin had already cut the fruit into pieces, also came over.

The induction cooker was turned on, and the steaming hot pot, with its bubbling red broth, emitted a rich aroma.

Tender green vegetables, succulent slices of meat, glistening shrimp paste...

They all fell into the soup.

"Come on, cheers!"

"Qiu Qiu, you came by bike, right? How about a drink? What would you like?"

"I'm fine with either."

"Then let's have Pineapple Beer, it goes better with our beer."

"Okay, thank you."

"Click—" Yao Lingling casually pulled open the tab and handed it to Cheng Qiuqiu. "Eat more meat! There are several more boxes in the fridge, enough for everyone!"

The aluminum can, just taken out of the refrigerator, condensed into fine water droplets the moment it came into contact with the hot steam.

The cool air contrasted sharply with the heat of the hot pot.

Cheers! Cheers!

Cheng Qiuqiu held the Pineapple Beer, feeling the jubilant atmosphere around her, and looked at Yao Lingling and Tang Song beside her.

Then he whispered, "Cheers."

In an instant, an indescribable peace and contentment dispelled all the turmoil and darkness in her heart.

The cooked ingredients are coated with a slightly spicy sesame sauce, and the wonderful flavor explodes in your mouth.

The steam from the hot pot gave everyone's cheeks a light blush, and laughter and conversation filled the air.

They talked about music, design, clothing, and the latest gossip...

Before anyone knew it, the sound of a guitar began to fill the living room again, accompanied by Cheng Qiuqiu's slightly cool voice.

The night outside the window was deep and dark, but inside the room, it was warm and cozy.

We were full and satisfied.

Zhang Jiahong nudged Yao Lingling and gestured with her eyes towards the bedroom.

Having drunk quite a bit of beer, Yao Lingling was Ziming bolder. She patted Tang Song on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Senior, come with me for a second. I have a little gift for you."

"Hmm?" Tang Song looked at her questioningly, then stood up. "What is it?"

"Hehe, you'll find out soon enough." Yao Lingling grabbed Tang Song's arm and led him toward her bedroom.

Watching the two figures leave, Cheng Qiuqiu was also very curious, but she didn't say anything and just silently continued drinking her Pineapple Beer.

As I pushed open the bedroom door, soft light spilled into the room.

Yao Lingling had clearly tidied up carefully; the place was clean, tidy, private, and cozy.

"Wait for me," Yao Lingling said, quickly walking to the wardrobe and taking out a dark gray, high-end dust bag.

The bag's handles are made of leather in the same color scheme, soft yet sturdy, and the opening is tied with a dark blue silk ribbon embroidered with the names of Tang Song.

Yao Lingling placed it on the bed with a beaming smile, "Here it is!"

"This is... a suit?" Based on some details, Tang Song quickly deduced what was inside.

"Mmm." Yao Lingling gently bit her lip and said earnestly, "Thank you for taking care of me all this time, senior. I've made a lot of money because of your design drafts, and I've been thinking of giving you a gift. This suit is one I designed and made myself based on the measurements you recently gave me. See if you like it."

Open the dust bag, and the suit is revealed in its entirety.

Deep blue, made of pure wool worsted fabric, with a delicate and elastic texture and a faint sheen on the surface.

As someone who owns multiple sets of haute couture formal wear, Tang Song can naturally make a rough judgment about the price of the fabric.

Looking at the junior schoolmate beside him, Tang Song said softly, "Thank you, Ling Ling."

Making a formal suit by hand is no easy task, and Yao Lingling must have been preparing for it for a long time.

"Don't say that, I should be thanking you." Yao Lingling put her hands down in front of her and said expectantly, "Senior, try it on. If it's uncomfortable anywhere, I can adjust it."

"Okay, sure." Tang Song nodded and began to unbuckle his belt.

Yao Lingling exclaimed "Ah!" and her face instantly turned pale. "Um... do you need me to go out for a bit?"

"Do as you please, you can stay and help me get dressed." Tang Song winked at her.

"This... this..." Yao Lingling couldn't resist such temptation. "Ahem, as a professional fashion designer, it's nothing. I've seen many models. Let me check your size carefully."

Tang Song smiled and took off his casual pants.

Yao Lingling's throat bobbed, her eyes fixed on his bare legs.

The thigh muscles are prominent, with almost no trace of fat.

The calf has a gentle, symmetrical curve from the calf muscle to the Achilles tendon, which is both symmetrical and aesthetically pleasing.

You could say these are legs that would make any woman drool!

The proportions and lines were better than any of the models she had seen before.

Immediately, her gaze couldn't help but move upwards to his underwear, and her face instantly flushed.

After putting on the suit, Tang Song carefully checked it and found that the size was basically right.

The fabric is soft and smooth, yet crisp and structured.

The tailoring is extremely sophisticated, with a natural and smooth shoulder line and a slightly cinched waist that accentuates the figure.

It's suitable for formal occasions without appearing too formal.

It has excellent breathability, and the attention to detail is evident in every aspect.

"How is it?" Tang Song stood gracefully in front of Yao Lingling, swaying his body from side to side.

Yao Lingling stepped over to him, touched the details, and said with sparkling eyes, "The shoulders seem a bit tight. It must be because you've gotten in better shape recently. I'll adjust them for you this weekend. I intentionally left the pants a bit longer, but they look about just right now."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work." Tang Song nodded.

His body proportions did indeed change slightly after being adjusted by the system's props, which caused errors in the tailored suit.

This is mainly reflected in shoulder width and leg length.

Yao Lingling pinched his cuff, looked at Tang Song in front of her, and sincerely praised, "I must say, senior looks really handsome in a suit!"

Since it was a dress she made herself, and it was paired with her senior's figure and looks, it was just perfect for her aesthetic!

It made her drool.

"Now that the weather is getting colder, I'll wear it more often from now on."

"I'm glad you like it, senior."

Looking at the pure and shy junior schoolgirl with rosy cheeks, Tang Song's gaze lingered for a moment on her ample buttocks clad in fitness pants, and his heart skipped a beat.

He walked over to her, opened his arms, and gently hugged her.

Feeling Tang Song's warm embrace and smelling the aroma of hot pot broth, Yao Lingling's heart rate instantly soared to 160.

An ambiguous feeling rushed to my head.

Having drunk quite a bit, she was now very bold, even placing her hand on Tang Song's body to secretly feel the smooth lines of his muscles.

After a brief silence, Tang Song subtly moved his hand down to the junior schoolmate's waist and hips.

It's bouncy and Ruan Ruan, like pressing on a sponge, with the muscles and fat under the skin giving your palm plenty of rebound force.

The feel was perfect, Tang Song couldn't resist using a bit more force.

"Oh dear!" Yao Lingling gasped, her body trembling violently, her eyes widening. "Senior... senior..."

"Uh, your workout pants are quite slippery, sorry." Tang Song smiled awkwardly.

"Um... actually... that's not what I meant, it's just... it's nothing..." Yao Lingling stammered, not even knowing what she was saying.

Seeing the somewhat dazed junior, Tang Song chuckled and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek. "Anyway, thank you for the gift, Ling Ling. It was very thoughtful."

Yao Lingling touched her face, feeling dizzy, as if she were drunk.

"No... you're welcome."

Tang Song released the junior schoolgirl's body, took off his suit jacket, and changed back into his original clothes.

"Don't worry about it, senior, I'll take care of it." Yao Lingling quickly stepped forward, carefully folded the suit, and gently placed it into a dust bag. Blushing, she whispered, "Senior, if you're No rush to go home tonight, how about the five of us play some games together?"

"Great! I haven't played in ages either. Let's team up and climb the ranks!"

Back in the living room, Yao Lingling felt the teasing looks from her two roommates and glared back fiercely.

Soon, the five of them gathered together.

Joyful shouts echoed through the living room.

"Quickly! Quickly! We need backup! Zi Long, come to our rescue!"

"Ah! Minmin, are you saving your healing technique for when you give birth? Why didn't you use it?!"

"I was startled by Arthur and Dian Wei hiding in the bushes! They attacked me right away, it scared me to death! Qiu Qiu, hurry and kill them!"

"I... I don't have any special moves."

Beicheng Garden Residential Area.

"Click—" The door was gently pulled open.

Shen Yuyan dragged her tired body in.

She changed into slippers and walked into the living room, then lazily called out towards the bedroom, "Qing Qing."

There was no response.

Shen Yuyan took a bottle of juice from the refrigerator and gulped down half of it before letting out a long sigh.

Because of Hou Shaoyuan's sale of shares, several managers from his company got together for dinner tonight.

As an investor who was there from the beginning, Hou Shaoyuan's departure dealt a significant blow to the company's morale.

For the sake of the company's stable development, Shen Yuyan had to give them some psychological support and a pep talk.

We arrived at the door of the Second Bedroom.

Listening to the energetic background music inside, Shen Yuyan chuckled and shook her head before pushing the door open and entering.

Then his eye twitched.

Wearing a wig and cosplaying as EVA Asuka, Xu Qing is "posing" in front of the dressing mirror on the bed.

It's obvious that Miss Xu Qing is lacking confidence and is practicing in advance for tomorrow's "photo shoot".

This is an extremely rare case.

Seeing her best friend suddenly walk in, Xu Qing exclaimed in a childish way, "Are you pitying me? Don't compare me to you."

"Stop playing around, I'm not in the mood for your nonsense." Shen Yuyan stepped forward and took off her wig, gently pinching her cheek. "Qing Qing, you'd better work hard, because I might need you to support me in the future."

After saying that, Shen Yuyan hugged her best friend and lay down on the bed.

The series of setbacks at work gradually eroded her self-confidence.

Yet, I still have to appear confident and energetic in front of my colleagues, but now I'm feeling exhausted and down.

Xu Qing pursed her lips, hugged her best friend tightly, and kissed her on the cheek. "Don't be afraid, we still have 2% of the Ordinary People, right? Once the company goes public, our best friend will be financially independent! We'll drive the same sports car, buy a villa by the sea, and have young models at clubs every day..."

Xu Qing was rambling on and on, making Shen Yuyan laugh out loud.

The two best friends hugged each other and cuddled on the bed for a while.

Shen Yuyan suddenly leaned close to Xu Qing's ear and whispered, "Qing Qing, tomorrow is your first time going to a hotel with a boy. I'm giving you a very important little gift that will ensure everything goes smoothly for you tomorrow. You must keep it safe."

"What gift? It's amazing! Let me see it!" Xu Qing exclaimed with delight.

Shen Yuyan chuckled, took a small, square box from her pocket, and handed it to Xu Qing. "Make sure you keep it safe."

Xu Qing stared wide-eyed at the box in her hand with curiosity.

[Durex Bold Love 10-pack]

Xu Qing: (ω)!

"Durex...?"

Shen Yuyan close to her ear and said with a chuckle, "Yeah, taking medicine isn't good for your health."

"Ah!" Xu Qing exclaimed, throwing away the Durex she was holding. Her face burning, she cried out, "You Scheming Yan! I... I don't need it at all! I said it was just for cosplay photos!"

Shen Yuyan smiled noncommittally, "Actually, I've never seen the actual item either. How about we open a package and take a look, and learn how to wear it? Tang Song might ask you for help later."

"I! I!" Xu Qing buried her head in the blanket. "No!"

Damn it, is Xiao Songzi really going to force me to help him get dressed?

Should I use my hands or another part of my body?

Then he pinned her down on the bed and subjected her to inhumane and violent acts.

Oh My God!

Xu Qing: ∑(О)

Star Garden Residential Area.

"Time flies so fast." Yao Lingling said reluctantly, "Take care on your journey, and remember to let us know when you get home."

"Bye-bye." "Bye-bye." "Qiu Qiu, ride slowly on the road."

Upon arriving at the Entrance Hall, Tang Song paused when he saw the helmet hanging on the shelf.

Looking at Cheng Qiuqiu, he said, "I just ate hot pot and drank some wine, and I feel a bit stuffy. Could you give me a ride to get some fresh air?"

Today is a very overcast day, and the weather is very cool.

There aren't many cars on the road at this time of day, making it a perfect time for cycling.

"Uh..." Qiu Qiu paused, an unnatural expression appearing on her face, her red lips slightly parted, "Okay."

"OK." Tang Song smiled and winked, then turned around and said, "Ling Ling, can I borrow your helmet?"

"Okay." Yao Lingling quickly took off a black half-helmet and handed it over. "Qiu Qiu, senior, please be careful on the road and try to ride slowly. When you have time, let's ride together as a trio. I know a really beautiful route."

"Okay, sure." Tang Song took the helmet, put it on, and tried it on. Since it was a universal half helmet, the size was just right.

Cheng Qiuqiu stood there blankly, a faint blush rising to her face, though it wasn't very noticeable.

The two went downstairs and strolled over to the Suzuki GSX250R.

Looking at the familiar motorcycle, Tang Song couldn't help but smile faintly, and said with emotion, "You were riding this motorcycle the first time we met. It looked so cool and stylish back then."

Hearing Tang Song's praise, Cheng Qiuqiu's heart skipped a beat, and a blush rose on her face again.

She bit her lip, quickly put on her helmet, and nimbly straddled the vehicle.

He said in a low voice, "It's alright, get in the car."

"Mm." Tang Song nodded gently, his gaze involuntarily drifting to Qiu Qiu, who was riding a motorcycle.

Wearing dark jeans, a black base layer, a black helmet, black shoes, and a black backpack, he created a stark contrast with the glacier-white motorcycle he was riding.

Under the lights, the slightly forward-leaning body reveals an excellent waist-to-hip ratio.

I have to say, Qiu Qiu looks really cool riding her motorcycle.

Tang Song flipped over and straddled the back of the motorcycle, leaning forward and wrapping his hands around Qiu Qiu's waist, resting them on the fuel tank cap.

Cheng Qiuqiu, who was sitting in front of him, trembled slightly and subconsciously moved forward.

"Hold on tight."

The engine emitted a deep roar.

A white Suzuki GSX250 slowly drove out of the Star Garden Residential Area.

The night flowed silently.

The wind whistled past my ears, and the scenery on both sides of the street rushed past me.

There were few cars around, and the only sound was the roar of engines.

At this moment, Cheng Qiuqiu, carrying the spirit of Tang Song, cast aside all the negative emotions in her mind and let the evening breeze envelop her.

Her long hair flowed out from behind her helmet, dancing in the wind, and landed on his face, tickling him.

A refreshing fragrance wafted over, Tang Song narrowed his eyes as he looked at the female rider in front of him.

Feeling the coolness of early autumn is incredibly refreshing.

The car drove smoothly for a long time before suddenly stopping on the side of the road.

Tang Song tilted his head slightly and asked, "What's wrong, QQ?"

Cheng Qiuqiu gripped the handlebars tightly, a little embarrassed, and asked, "Um... where do you live?"

Although she appeared calm and indifferent throughout the journey, she was actually quite unsettled inside. She barely thought about anything and instinctively drove towards where she lived.

Hearing her words, Tang Song chuckled. "I live in Yanjing Sky City Residential Area, which is right in the city center. Actually, this direction isn't wrong."

"Oh, that's good." Cheng Qiuqiu nodded and started the car again.

A few minutes later.

The motorcycle slowly came to a stop outside the south gate of Yanjingtian City.

Bye-bye, drive carefully.

"Bye-bye~" Cheng Qiuqiu lowered her head slightly, waved to him, and just as she was about to leave, added, "You play the guitar really well."

Soon, the female rider in black and the white Suzuki disappeared into the night.

Back in the large apartment.

Tang Song leaned back lazily on the sofa and admired the city night view outside the window for a while.

Then he took out his Mobile Phone and checked it; there were already several unread messages.

[Xu Qing: "Um, I'm going to the mall tomorrow to buy some nice cosplay outfits. What character do you think would suit me to cosplay tomorrow?"]

[Xu Qing: "Also, remember to book a room in advance. Tomorrow is the weekend, and it might be too crowded."]

Upon seeing Xu Qing's message, Tang Song raised his eyebrows in surprise, feeling that she had been a bit too proactive these past few days.

She previously invited me to shoot boudoir photos, and now she's proactively buying my favorite cosplay outfits.

This is very unusual; they must want something from me.

With a smile, Tang Song casually posted a few of his favorite characters.

Seeing that Xu Qing hadn't replied for a long time, his eyes flickered slightly.

Suddenly I remembered that Xu Qing still owes me several hentai anime chapters; I wonder if she's finished writing them yet.

I'd like to read it with her tomorrow if I have the chance; it'll be absolutely fascinating!

Thinking of this, Tang Song couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Open QQ and log in to your alternate account again.

As soon as it went online, a barrage of messages popped up. Apart from system messages, most of them were from the "Qing Qing Can't Get Enough Fan Group".

His gaze swept across the screen, then Tang Song paused slightly, looking at an unread message with surprise.

Zhang Yan?

Tang Song opened the chat window, and a rather long message appeared on the screen. It was sent by her seven days ago.

Unread messages on QQ can be retained on the server for about 7 days. If it's any later, the message will probably be unreadable.

Zhang Yan: "So annoying, I had to work overtime until very late again today."

The company took on a new project, and the boss asked us to organize a bunch of documents at the last minute, which has kept us busy until now.

The subway was almost shut down, so my colleague and I had to take a taxi home.

The nights in Guangzhou are quite lively, with bustling traffic and flashing neon lights on the streets; it's really beautiful.

It's been a while since I last messaged you. A lot has happened around me lately; some friends have left, and I've made new ones.

It's worth mentioning that I finally moved out and got rid of that landlord who had some mental health issues.

I moved to an old neighborhood where the lights in the stairwell are always broken, so I have to climb the stairs in the dark every night when I get home.

I almost tripped and fell while going upstairs yesterday, but luckily I held onto the stairs and only scraped my hand.

I suddenly felt so stupid, but I couldn't help but laugh.