In the lively private room.

A faint fragrance and the lingering fragrance of food float in the air.

The remaining cups on the dining table interlaced, reflecting a soft halo under the light.

Zhang Huijuan stood up and said, "It's getting late, so let's go here first. Yajing and the others have just arrived in Yancheng today and have a good rest tonight."

"It's time to part. We'll go to bed early at night. Let's go out for a walk tomorrow."

"Today's meal is so hearty, thank you Huijuan."

…

Everyone laughed and talked for a while.

Wu Wenhao walked to Tang Song and whispered: "Mr. Tang, do you need me to arrange a car or a driver?"

"No need, Qingqing just drives me back."

"That's good, be careful on the road."

Walk out of the restaurant box and come to the elevator.

Han Yajing seemed reluctant to let it go, and took Tang Song's arm and kept talking about Xu Qing's childhood.

It's very interesting, it's simply the Crayon Shin-chan's Theater Edition.

It made Tang and Song laugh so hard that they leaned forward and backward.

Xu Qing next to her was blushing and she kept defending her.

After chatting for more than ten minutes, Han Yajing smiled and said, "You should be careful when driving on the road and say it when you get home."

Xu Qing hugged Ms. Han reluctantly, "Mom, don't you go to my place to live? The house I rented with Yanyan is quite big."

"I won't go today. I haven't been with these old sisters for several years. Let's live together tonight and have a good chat!" Han Yajing's face was full of redness and full of energy.

"Okay, then we'll leave."

Tang Song smiled and said, "Goodbye Auntie."

Han Yajing responded and pushed her daughter again, "Tang Song drank a lot of wine tonight. Go back to take care of others. If you need it, cook some sober soup or something."

"Oh!" Xu Qing's ears were slightly red and she muttered in a low voice: "I'm not a nanny..."

Of course, the most important thing is that she can’t cook at all!

Not to mention sobering soup, it is difficult to cook a home-cooked dish.

"How do you kid say that? Isn't it okay to take care of your boyfriend?" Han Yajing quickly winked at her daughter.

If she lost such a good son-in-law, it would be a lifelong regret.

This is what she is most worried about now.

After all, the two have just been together, and the future is uncertain.

Xu Qing blushed and said "Oh" without saying anything more.

Until now, she is still not used to calling Tang Song "boyfriend", and she always feels strange.

...

The white Bentley Continental GT slowly drove out of the underground parking lot.

The prosperous night in Yancheng came to his face.

Xu Qing held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and when she was waiting for the traffic light, she subconsciously looked at the co-pilot.

The evening breeze passed through the gaps in the car window and gently brushed through it, shaking his dark hair.

The ambient lights in the car emit a soft warm light, which coats his handsome side face with a hazy and charming halo.

The two buttons on the top of the shirt have been unbuttoned, revealing a smooth collarbone, the lines of the muscles are looming, and there is an inadvertent sexy feeling in the casualness.

At this moment, Xu Qing felt unrealistic when the driver sitting on the Bentley Continental, looking at the male god Tang Song beside him.

It seems like I have really entered the fictional world in the novel.

"What's wrong?" Tang Song looked at her with his head, his voice gentle and magnetic.

"No...it's okay." Xu Qing said with a slightly red face: "I'm sending you to Yan Jingtian City, right?"

Looking at her pretty face, Tang Song chuckled and shook his head, "No."

"Then where are you going?"

“North City Garden.”

"Ah!" Xu Qing held the steering wheel and suddenly exerted force, "Why are you...why are you going to my house?"

"Go and sleep with you." Tang Song leaned on his body, and vomited onto her face with a breath of alcohol, quickly dyeing her earlobes red.

Xu Qing stammered and said, "No... I still have a little pain now... I will have to accompany my mother to go shopping tomorrow."

Tang Song smiled, without arguing with her, gently lifted up her skirt and put his hand on her bare thighs.

Looking at the blurry night outside the window, feeling the warm and delicate touch, I squinted my eyes comfortably.

Xu Qing tightened her legs, patted Tang Song's claws, and muttered and complained for a while.

He blushed and clicked on his phone, and left a message to his best friend's WeChat: "Yanyan, Tang Song will go to my place tonight to have a sleep."

When the meal was over halfway through, Shen Yuyan went home early on using the reason why she felt uncomfortable.

The two have just broken through their relationship, and she actually wants to spend a while with Tang Song.

"It's green." Tang Song pinched his hands and reminded: "Concentrate on driving."

"You bastard, don't move around!" Xu Qing spat and quickly let go of the brakes.

The night is like ink.

Neon lights cast colorful lights and shadows on the windshield, like a silent fireworks show.

From time to time, Xu Qing's shameful and annoyed shouts and Tang and Song joking came from the quiet carriage.

Nearly 20 minutes later, Bentley Continental parked in the above-ground parking lot outside North City Garden.

At 9 pm, the temperature was just right and the breeze was not dry.

Tang Song took Xu Qing's hand and walked around the community twice before taking the elevator to the 12th floor.

Open the door.

"Yanyan, I'm back!" Xu Qing shouted loudly inside, her dark eyes turned around and said with a smile: "Oh, there are no slippers here, why don't you wear mine?"

As he spoke, Xu Qing picked up a pair of pink and tender cartoon slippers from the shoe rack and blinked playfully at Tang and Song.

She really wanted to see what Tang Song looked like in her size 37 slippers.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help laughing out loud.

Tang Song pinched her face speechlessly, "Forget it, I would rather be barefoot."

"Put it on and let me see it. I promise not to take pictures!"

While the two were flirting, a "step" sound of footsteps approached.

Shen Yuyan, wearing a yoga suit and a bun, walked over, carrying a plastic bag in his hand.

The slim yoga suit fits her graceful body and outlines sexy and charming curves.

Shen Yuyan smiled and said, "I just went downstairs to buy slippers and toothbrushes for you."

"Wow, Yanyan, you are so nice!" Xu Qing rushed forward and rubbed her best friend's face like a husky.

Shen Yuyan pushed her with disgust, "Okay, okay, hurry up and wash up."

"Kiss baby, mua~"

Looking at the two best friends hugging each other, Tang Song felt a little restless.

Shen Yuyan and Xu Qing in college were also a symbol in his youthful memory.

Every time I see two people getting together, I always have some strange thoughts.

…

Change into slippers and wash them briefly.

Tang Song walked into Xu Qing's bedroom for the first time.

There are many posters posted on the white wall, including two-dimensional, real-life stars such as Su Yu, and even photos of her and Shen Yuyan.

The bed was filled with all kinds of plush toys, the desk was placed against the window, and there was a computer on the desktop, next to it were piles of comic books and novels.

The desk drawer was half open, revealing the scattered stickers, handbooks and colored pens inside.

It looks a little messy at first glance, but it is particularly warm.

Tang Song sat on the bed and waved to Xu Qing, "Qingqing, come here."

Xu Qing subconsciously shrank back and dodged her eyes and said, "What are you doing?"
To be continued...