"Click--" Open a can of Budweiser.

The slightly cool wine entered his throat, and Tang Song's eyes scandalized the entire venue.

I didn't see the Director Wang holding the cat.

I found many girls who were peeking at him, and even a few were taking pictures.

"Hey, which beauty is there?" Wen Ruan touched him with her shoulders, "Is it the innocent girl who just brought you beer? Do you want me to introduce her to you?"

Tang Song smiled and looked at her again.

I was dressed conservatively today.

Sport pants + loose T-shirt, it doesn't look that eye-catching.

She has a typical hourglass figure, large skeleton, and plump breasts and buttocks.

An overly loose top may cover up the lines of the waist and look a bit strong.

But it is still hard to hide your sexy and attractive figure.

"After looking around, Sister Wen Ruan is the most beautiful."

Wen Ruan's mouth raised, "I admit that you have a good vision."

The two got together and chatted in a low voice.

From time to time, a female colleague brought some snacks and desserts to bring them over, and chatted with Tang Song with a few words.

Let Wen Ruan feel tired.

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

Wen Lang thanked him, greeted his colleagues, and walked upstairs with the Tang and Song dynasties.

On the dark wooden staircase, Tang Song, who was following behind him, looked up slightly and could see the warm, soft, plump and plump peach buttocks.

Full of loose sweatpants, like a full moon.

Take a deep breath, good guy, this really can't stand it!

Walk to the quiet 3rd floor.

Wen Ruan suddenly turned around and saw Tang Song who was staring at his butt without blinking.

She covered her mouth and chuckled, "What, brother, do you suddenly have any bold ideas?"

Thinking of the other party's joke about "bold ideas" last time, Tang Song said sincerely: "It's true, Sister Wen Ruan, do you want to know?"

"Oh? How old is it? Is it 18?" Wen Ruan raised his eyebrows.

"18? What does it mean?" Tang Song was stunned, with a question mark on his face.

Wen Ruan stretched out his slender index finger and pointed to his lower abdomen calmly.

Seeing the direction of her finger, Tang Song suddenly realized that he was numb.

I felt my blood surge and my heartbeat began to accelerate.

Such a mature big sister is indeed not something that he, a young man, can deal with.

Walking to the door of Room 311, Wen Ruan hooked his finger at him and said charmingly: "Come in, brother."

Tang Song took a deep breath and walked in.

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

The decoration is pretty good, including a TV, a desk, and a kettle.

Wen Ruan threw the hot water bag onto the bed, held the flowers in both hands and took a deep breath, and couldn't help but sigh: "It smells so good, I like it so much, but unfortunately there is no vase here, so I guess it will wither in one night."

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

Wen Ruan raised her head and suddenly asked, "It was Lili who told you that I like tulips? She also told you that I was here?"

Tang Song nodded and said, "Yes, I heard that something happened. I was very worried, so I rushed over."

Wenruan leaned forward slightly, and looked at him with watery eyes, "Do you know what the flower language of tulips is?"

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

"Fraternity, considerate, elegant, and rich. In addition, tulips of different colors also have different flower languages, and red tulips represent the confession of love."

"So that's it." Tang Song pursed his lips, "I really don't know this. To be honest, I know very little about flowers. This is the first time I bought flowers for girls."

Wen Ruan blinked, leaned over directly, looked at his eyes face to face and asked, "Is it true or false?"

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

He really didn't have the time to think about these things before. He had just been with Qianqian for a while and didn't have this understanding yet.

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

After looking at each other for a while, the warm and plump breasts fluttered.

Tang Song was so thrilling that he wanted to reach out to help her.

"I believe it is true."

Nodding, Tang Song seemed to have suddenly thought of something, picked up his suit jacket, took out a warm palace patch from his pocket, tore it open and put it on his arm.

"It's a little cold, I'll post it to you later when it's hot."

Hearing this, his soft lips trembled, and his heart was moved.

Then, Tang Song took out a plate of ibuprofen from another pocket and said softly: "I brought you painkillers. What you ate at noon is too complicated and too cold. It must be very painful now, right? Wait for me."

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

Unpack the ibuprofen and pick out two pills.

He handed her water and medicine and said, "Ibuprofen is a non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drug. The pain-relieving effect is effective by inhibiting the synthesis of prostaglandins. You can take it as long as your stomach and intestines are free of problems. But it cannot be effective immediately. You can endure it for a while."

"Thank you." Wen Ruan bit her lower lip hard, reached out to take it, and obediently drank the medicine.

The surface is calm, but the heart is like a tsunami.

【Ahhhhh! You! You! You want my life!】

"I'll go to the bathroom and wait for me." Wen Ruan's voice was a little hoarse, and after that, he picked up the sanitary napkin and left.

Close the bathroom door vigorously.

Wen Ruan leaned behind the door, closed his eyes, and listened to his powerful heartbeat.

After a long time.

Wen Ruan walked back calmly.

Tang Song tore off the warm warm patch on his arm.

He looked at her lower abdomen and took advantage of the situation to express his bold idea, "Sister Wen Ruan, why don't I help you with it, my hands are very warm."

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

He stood in front of him slowly and lifted his loose white T-shirt upwards, revealing his tight and healthy waist.

The muscle lines on both sides of the abdomen are smooth and beautiful, the skin is elastic and shiny, and the huge chest and peach buttocks form a strong visual contrast.

Noting Tang Song's gaze, Wen Ruan used a little force to tighten his muscles, and a clear "Sichuan"-shaped vest line pattern appeared on his abdomen, which was extremely attractive.

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

Tang Song licked his lips and put the warm uterus on her pants outside her lower abdomen.

Wen Ruan bit her lip, put down her loose T-shirt, pulled her sweatpants down, and then lifted her underwear up.

When she lifted her clothes again, Tang Song's eyes were straightened.

"Press it directly on the underwear, it will keep warm for the best effect."

Tang Song took a deep breath, and the fragrance of her body was covered in her nose.

There are secrets in my mind that cannot be told.

"Hurry up, I'm cold."

Tang Song slowly stretched out his hand and put the warm patch horizontally on it, smoothing it out, pressing it, pressing it again, and then pressing it.

In the end, I couldn't help but touch her vest line.

In an instant, a layer of fine goose bumps appeared on the skin.

Wen Ruan shivered, quickly lifted her pants, pretending to be indifferent and said, "Does the hand feel good?"

"Very good!" Tang Song nodded sincerely, "Can you touch it again?"

"Hmph, I think beautifully." Wen Ruan turned around and covered the red glow that floated on his face. "Let's go, I'll take you to see your room first. If you have any dissatisfaction, change it in time."

...

The rain outside the window stopped at some point, and the air was fresh and natural.

The group dinner was very lively at night.
To be continued...