The employees got off work one after another.

The lively office suddenly became quiet.

Tang Song looked at the beautiful side face of his partner and suddenly asked, "Are you very happy?"

Gao Mengting leaned her perky buttocks against the desk, looked around her eyes and sighed: "Yes, it's great that I finally got to this point."

After saying that, a satisfied smile appeared between the corners of her eyebrows and eyes.

"Would you like to have a warm hug to celebrate?" Tang Song opened his arms.

Gao Mengting turned her head and said, "I think beautifully."

"I'm so stingy. I finally wore couple outfits, so I didn't give me any face."

"Just not give it!"

…

The sunset outside the window shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, dyeing the entire office golden yellow.

The two of them leaned side by side on the desk, talking and laughing, fighting and making fun of each other, expressing each other's inner joy in this way.

The sky gradually dimmed, and their shadows reflected on the glass curtain wall, approaching very close.

Tang Song gently patted Gao Mengting's back and smiled and said, "Let's go and have a good meal together. You can choose the location and I'll treat you."

Feeling the temperature behind her, Gao Mengting's body stiffened and pretended to be nothing, saying, "There is a good Western restaurant over there, why don't you go there to have something?"

"Okay, I just happened to go to your house to sit after dinner, and I will talk about my recent reading experience."

…

Come to the underground parking lot.

Looking at the elegant Mercedes-Benz S450L in front of him, Gao Mengting suddenly said, "Mr. Tang, how about I be the driver for you?"

"Okay." Tang Song smiled and threw the car keys over.

Gao Mengting reached out to catch it with a tacit understanding.

Press the unlock key.

The Mercedes-Benz headlights instantly, and flowing beams appeared in the basement, like a meteor shower.

Gao Mengting's eyes are bright, "The digital headlights are so beautiful! They are more dazzling than the videos on the Internet."

After a few words of emotion, I discussed the parameters of the car with Tang and Song.

Gao Mengting opened the Wuling Hongguang car door next to her, took out a pair of flat-heeled and thick-soled leather shoes to change into it.

I sat in the main driver, touched the surrounding interior, and started the car.

Mercedes-Benz S drove out of the underground parking lot smoothly and merged into the traffic.

She actually likes cars very much, otherwise she wouldn't have spent so much money to modify Wuling Hongguang.

The night is getting darker and the lights are just coming.

Gao Mengting held the steering wheel in both hands and clicked on the music play button.

The gentle and beautiful music echoed in the carriage through the sound of Berlin.

"BGM: The moon is hazy

Give wine with the breeze

Too many verses

You are drunk and dreamless and dead are empty…”

Tang Song leaned on the back of the passenger seat, looked at the bright crescent moon in the sky, and opened a gap in the car window.

Embrace the May wind.

Gao Mengting smiled and lowered the car window, and her long fluffy hair immediately floated.

She followed the singing of the sound of Xianzi.

A gentle voice is closed and the breeze is drunk.

Tang Song leaned slightly and silently admired her exquisite and graceful body.

As Mercedes-Benz drove away from the city center, there was much less traffic on the road.

"Dingling--" The ringtone of the cell phone suddenly rang, dispelling the quiet atmosphere in the car.

Gao Mengting quickly paused the music.

Tang Song sat up straight, took out his cell phone and looked at it, raising his eyebrows.

It is his cousin, Yang Zihang, and the son of his aunt's family.

Reaching the phone, "Hey, cousin."

A familiar and unfamiliar voice came from the receiver: "Xiao Song, you live in Qingxin Home Community in Huaxin District, right?"

Tang Song was stunned, "It's where, what's wrong?"

"I'm going back to my hometown to attend a relative's wedding. My aunt asked me to bring you something. I'm on the South Second Ring Road and will arrive in your community in about half an hour."

Tang Song looked at his location and said, "No, my cousin, I am now on Huaian Road in Qiaoxi District. It should be very close to you. Let's share the location later and meet at the intersection in front."

"Okay, that's OK, it's OK, and it saves me from running back!"

Noting Gao Mengting's curious gaze, Tang Song smiled and said, "My mother asked my cousin to bring me some things from her hometown. It should be for food. Just drive forward, I'll guide you."

"Yes." Gao Mengting's breathing speeded up a little and suddenly felt a little nervous when she heard that she was a relative of Tang Song.

...

Hang up the phone.

Yang Zihang looked at the location information sent by Tang Song, and smiled at his sister Yang Jiajia next to him, saying, "Tang Song happens to be around, only two or three kilometers away from us. I will drive you back to school later."

"That's great! I'm so tired when I go back, I have to go back to the school dormitory to take a break." Yang Jiajia yawned and said, "By the way, I remember working in the imperial capital after graduating from Tang and Song Dynasty, why did I suddenly return to Yancheng?"

"It should be that the imperial capital is too tired. It's easier to come back here, close to home, and my uncle's family's debt has been paid off."

Yang Jiajia nodded, "It's not easy. I almost couldn't recognize him during the Chinese New Year. I became much fatter and haggard."

In her impression, Tang Song's cousin has always been quite handsome and was very popular among girls when she was in school.

I didn't expect it to be like this.

"My aunt was planning to introduce him to a partner and asked me if there were any suitable female colleagues around me. There are indeed a few people of similar age and look decent. However, they all have high requirements. A house in Yancheng is a must."

Yang Jiajia shook her head, "This kind of introduction is useless. Why not let me introduce a few classmates from school, at least there is a possibility of success."

The two were chatting without a word.

The car drove into the intersection of Huaian Road and found a spacious location to stop.

The brother and sister got out of the car.

Yang Zihang took a photo and shared it with Tang Song, leaving a message: "On the auxiliary road on the south side of the road, you can see it when you come here."

After sending the message, he took out a large box from the trunk and put it on the ground.

Yang Jiajia squatted on the curb, took out her cell phone and chatted with her classmates, complaining about this trip home.

"Ding Dong--" WeChat prompt sounded.

Yang Zihang picked up his cell phone and looked at it, and smiled and said, "Tang Song has already arrived across the road. Just turn around at the intersection."

"Oh." Yang Jiajia stood up and stretched, and asked casually: "By the way, what car did Tang Song drive?"

"I don't know, and I haven't heard that he bought a car. It should be a taxi." Yang Zihang took two steps forward and looked towards the intersection.

At this moment, bright lights filled them around, pulling the shadows very long.

"Beep--" the whistle sounded.

A silver car shadow drove from the night and slowly approached them.

The paint surface is as smooth as a mirror, and the soft orange-yellow light and shadow of street lights reflect the gloss of stars.

The body lines are smooth and elegant, and the wide front bumper and exquisite headlight design echo each other, creating a strong visual impact.

Mercedes-Benz S-Class.

Yang Zihang immediately recognized the car's iconic front face and looked at it curiously.

Yang Jiajia stood up from the curb and yawned.

Soon, the Mercedes-Benz stopped steadily on the side of the road with double flashes.

The passenger car door was pushed open.

A tall and handsome boy walked out, with a white shirt, black trousers, and black leather shoes, looking very elite.

"Cousin, Jia Jia." The boy smiled and waved his hand, and stepped in front of them, "Thank you for your hard work."

Yang Zihang was stunned for a moment, looked at Mercedes-Benz S, then looked at him, and said in surprise: "Tang Song, it's you...ah! Why..."
To be continued...