Hearing Tang Song's joking remark, the deliberately aloof expression on Lin Mu Xue's face finally began to crack.
She burst out laughing, her sexy body swaying from side to side.
As he looked at the Fake Socialite, whose temperament was completely different from the beautician's, Tang Song's breathing quickened.
He held the beautician's wine glass legs and beckoned toward her.
His voice was low and magnetic. "Xiao Xue, come here."
Lin Mu Xue bit her lips. Looking at the two entwined intimately together, she not only did not step forward, but instead chuckled and deliberately took two steps back.
"You two continue. I'm hungry, so I'll go eat something first."
She pointed toward the dining room, where decanted red wine and an array of exquisite dishes had already been laid out on the table.
After all, they were not at the company now. As his girlfriend, being a little willful once in a while might make her boyfriend care about her more.
After saying that, she even blinked provocatively at Tang Song.
Moving her long, straight Black Silk Stockinged Legs, she stepped with an elegant Model Walk, trying to go around the two of them.
However, after she had only taken a few steps—
Tang Song directly carried the already weak-legged Zhao Yaqian in one arm and strode after her.
His robust muscle lines tightened slightly, displaying astonishing core strength.
"Ah!" Lin Mu Xue cried out. Before she could react, her body was suddenly lifted into the air.
Tang Song grabbed her and held her around the waist, causing her to collide with the beautician in his arms.
Two completely different fragrances instantly blended and burst forth in the air, flooding their noses.
They were refreshing and intoxicating.
Feeling two distinctly different yet equally captivating sensations, Tang Song felt the