54. Complete the second type of contact. The secret of the visitor from my hometown

French Rabbit Roger: If you see what Genius Cum B's girlfriend looks like, I can guarantee that you will all cry and shout back to China... Tang Song closed the chat window and exited QQ. After shutting down the phone, he closed the laptop.

The chat just now only temporarily diverted Tang Song's attention. Now, he is going to do serious things. Since Qin Simu bit Tang Song, there is no taboo when they were alone. He no longer has to pretend to be a gentleman to pretend to be serious, and she has less reserved. Tang Song's eyes stared at Qin Simu, and the latter did not dodge, allowing him to use his eyes to molest himself. At this time, Qin Simu had just finished taking a shower, and his hair was still wet. She casually surrounded her bath towel and was always

There is a possibility of falling down. A deep groove formed between the gap between her peaks and the bath towel. If the angle could be better, he could see more. Tang Song tried to change his perspective, but was afraid that the movement would scare her away. The bath towel below Qin Simu only barely covered the root of her thighs, and her beautiful legs were exposed like cream, as if water could be released with one pinch. The skin that had just been taken out of the bath was smooth and shiny, vaguely exuding a fragrant smell.

"Can you have a drink with me?" Qin Simu wore a bath towel, but was seriously inviting Tang Song.

"Of course." Drinking with your favorite close lover is much more comfortable than dealing with a machine, and no fool will object.

"Let's go." Qin Simu gently took Tang Song's arm and walked towards the small bar in the living room together.

When he arrived at the small bar, Qin Simu gently pushed Tang Song to the narrow high-legged bar chair. After that, Qin Simu moved to the edge of the wine cabinet and reached out to open the cabinet door. She turned around and said to Tang Song: "Tang Song, is it okay to drink whiskey? I can't drink wine without ice."

"I will drink whatever Simu drinks." After saying that, Tang Song couldn't help but pursed his lips. She wanted to drink with her in a bath towel, but it was a very provocative and strong whiskey.

Qin Simu said while preparing the wine glass: "Mu Xue and I don't drink alcohol, only that drunk man Nan Yi can drink. She looks so sexy when drinking, we can't help but imitate her to drink."

After setting up the wine glass, Qin Simu reached out to open the door of the ice maker. Instead of using a clip, she directly reached into the ice maker. Soon, she took out two octagonal ice cubes from the ice maker and put them into the square cup. Perhaps to prove that her hands were absolutely hygienic, after a slight smile at Tang Song, Qin Simu put her slender fingers into her sexy cherry mouth. Looking at her sucking fingers, Tang Song couldn't help but feel numb, and he wanted to be sucked by her again.

Qin Simu first took out half a bottle of royal salute from the wine cabinet and handed it to Tang Song, then pushed the two cups in front of him, and then she sat on the bar chair beside him. Qin Simu looked at Tang Song without blinking, and she said affectionately: "Tang Song, can we start drinking?"

"Okay!" Tang Song opened the royal salute and slowly poured the wine into a wide-bottom cup.

What I taste is wine, but what I play is mood.

Qin Simu picked up the wine glass in his hand and gently shook the amber liquid in the glass. She said: "A writer once said: 'If our language is whiskey, of course, there should be no need to work so hard. I just need to stick out the wine glass silently, and you will send it quietly into your throat and the matter will be done. It is very simple, very intimate, and very correct."

Then, Qin Simu brought the wine glass in her hand to Tang Song's mouth, and she said softly: "Tang Song, do you think he is right?"

Hehe, she was going to feed me a drink, Tang Song opened his mouth obediently. Qin Simu's hand slightly raised, and the wine that symbolized teasing and ambiguous flowed into his throat like flames. The rise of alcohol at 40 degrees made every hormone cell of Tang Song be ready to move.

"Haha, it's my turn." Qin Simu reached out and grabbed Tang Song's hand. Seeing her bringing the wine glass in her hand to her mouth, Tang Song gave it lightly, and the remaining wine was sipped by her.

Then, Qin Simu, who had a little hot face, took the wine bottle and poured wine for Tang Song. The wine filled the bottom of the cup. She said, "Now, let's drink our own, okay?"

Tang Song couldn't help but think of a good thing in his heart. Will she hand over her body to me today?

"Cheers!" Qin Simu picked up his wine glass and gently touched Tang Song's wine glass. Tang Song raised the wine glass that Qin Simu had just drank and drank it all again. The same was true for Qin Simu.

Qin Simu, who had drunk two glasses of wine, seemed a little overwhelmed. At this moment, not only her cheeks were flushed, but even her snow-white skin turned red. She was so tempting, but she was looking at Tang Song seriously. She asked him softly: "Tang Song, do you love Simu?"

Tang Song nodded and said, "Love."

Qin Simu continued to ask, "How much love do you have?"

Tang Song said excitedly: "I love you very much, I love you very much."

"But..." Qin Simu shook her head and said, "But I don't believe it."

Tang Song asked her softly, "How do you believe me?"

Qin Simu slowly stood up, but his eyes never left Tang Song's eyes, and said, "I want to listen to what you think."

Tang Song said seriously: "I was just talking about my heart."

"No!" Qin Simu put his hands on Tang Song's shoulders and pressed his ears on his chest. She smiled and said, "You can only hear what you think in your heart."

Even he heard the words in his heart, which was the sound of his heartbeat. Qin Simu raised his pretty face and looked up at Tang Song at close range. She said, "I heard what you said in your heart. Do you want to hear what I said in my heart?"

"Simu I love you." Faced with such a situation, the passionate Tang Song no longer cared about playing with emotions. He stood up and picked up Qin Simu and walked towards the stairs. Qin Simu, who was curled up in Tang Song's arms like a little sheep, smiled sweetly. She hugged his neck tightly and enjoyed the tenderness of the two worlds.

"Tang Song~" Qin Simu whispered in Tang Song's ear: "Simu loves you too."

Tang Song rushed to the third floor at the fastest speed in his life, gently kicking open the door of Qin Simu biting his room last time. He carried Qin Simu to the bed in two steps in three steps.

Although Qin Simu is not serious, Tang Song still felt relieved when he put her on the bed. He is so sensational, he also needs some physical strength to be a man. Compared with psychological excitement, physical fatigue can almost be ignored. As soon as he let go of Qin Simu, Tang Song couldn't wait to kiss her cheek. He stroked her hair with one hand, and the small kiss gradually became passionate and intense.

The lover's palms kept wandering on her body. Qin Simu felt dizzy after wave, and his hands, feet and limbs became sore and weak. Although he was very shy, Qin Simu had no intention of resisting. She was well-behaved and docile, and let her lover do whatever she wanted.

When Tang Song's breathing gradually calmed down, Qin Simu, who was wrapped in a bath towel, took his hand and said, "Tang Song, get up soon, hurry up and clean up. Nan Yi will be home in a while."

"Okay." Tang Song got up and got out of bed, pulled the towel and ran towards the bathroom. He had to rush it.

After cleaning up, Tang Song and Qin Simu returned to the living room of Sanqianju together. Qin Simu was packing up the wine bottles and glasses. Tang Song, who was sitting on the sofa, habitually took out his mobile phone to check the records. The mobile phone showed that there were 3 missed calls, all of which were called by Tang Song's father.

It won’t be a problem if you make three calls in a row?

Tang Song immediately called back his father's phone number, and the phone was quickly connected. Tang Song asked his father on the other end of the phone and said, "Dad, why is it so urgent?"

Tang Anshun said: "Son, my dad is going to cause trouble for you this time. Your mom is scolding me."

Tang Song smiled and said, "Dad, what are you talking about? Is there any trouble for your son? Just tell me if you have anything to do."

Tang Anshun said, "Your uncle...hey, that's not too close to you, your father's grandfather's younger brother's grandson, the one in the city and the countryside..."

"I know, he is the distant uncle, the village party secretary of the city's top 100 villages, and is one of the few cadres in our Tang family." Tang Song said: "You can just say something."

Tang Anshun said: "Last time I drank, he said that a few people in their village were going to work in Beijing. I was so dizzy that I drank, and I got you in in a daze."

Tang Song understood that his father was just like this. He worked hard all his life and never raised his head. It was rare that his son had a little success. Of course, he would always be proud of himself. Tang Song said, "Dad, don't worry, I will definitely not let the wish you made fail. Alas, by the way, what have you promised them?"

Tang Anshun said: "It's nothing big, I just promise to find a place for them."

"Hi." Tang Song said with a smile: "I think why is the big deal? No problem, I will cover it with me."

"That's good, that's good." After leaving Uncle Tang's phone number, Tang Anshun praised Tang Song for a while before hanging up the phone. With one sentence, his son gave me a face.

Wang Zhengdao's group lived in the same village, and finding a place to stay was a trivial matter. As long as they were not too ambitious, it was not a problem to find a job. Tang Song dialed Uncle Tang's phone number according to the phone number left by his father. After some politeness, both sides talked about the serious matter. Uncle Tang and his group arrived in Beijing three days later.

When Tang Song hung up the phone, Qin Simu had already sat back next to him. His girlfriend was wearing international brands and had regained her proud princess's true nature. Sooner or later, every woman would have her own other side. It was Tang Song's luck to be able to see and have the other side of Qin Simu.

Qin Simu asked Tang Song: "Is someone coming from your hometown?"

Tang Song nodded and said, "Yes."

"Okay." Qin Simu said: "I will accompany you to pick them up in three days."

Tang Song said: "You are not a relative who is too close, you can't go."

"Whether it is a distant relative or a close neighbor, they are all people close to your family." Qin Simu said while tidying up Tang Song's clothes: "My boyfriend is going, and of course his girlfriend has to be with him."

After hearing this, Tang Song nodded and said, "Okay, let's go together."

When he returned to the dormitory in the evening, Tang Song unexpectedly received a good news from the system. He received a 15 talent reward because he completed the second type of contact. This was a complete unexpected gain. If it weren't for the talent reward of the system, Tang Song would not know what the second type of contact was.

As for academics, careers, love and friendship, Tang Song felt that there was not enough time, but no matter how busy he was, he could not forget his father's entrustment. Three days later, Tang Song and Qin Simu rushed to Wangjia Village where Wang Zhengdao was located to pick up the car. Qin Simu and Chen Muxue, including Jiang Nanyi, drove two sports cars, which were more cool and not practical, and they were really useless. Even though Wang Zhengdao and others were all rural people from Beijing, they were really richer than the people in the city. They had land acquisition compensation and house rental. The villagers of Wangjia Village all had millions of dollars, otherwise they would have no spare money to play with the car. Tang Song had already greeted Wang Yuancheng and wanted to borrow his golden cup. Of course, they had to borrow a driver to borrow a car. There was no way. Qin Simu was a small car driver's license, and Tang Song didn't have a driver's license at all.

Wangjia Village is located in a remote urban-rural fringe. The past is not eye-catching, but now it has become a popular place. The process of urbanization is actually the process of driving away people from other places, because the prosperity of this city is not their turn to have. Those young people who have dreams of it, performing arts, academic dreams, etc. basically live in the partition rooms in Zhangjia Village, Lijia Village, and Wangjia Village. They dream of being in the magical machine, Zen machine, and ash machine until they fall into the lonely night of the bustling city. The northern scenery welcomes not you, but you.

When he arrived at Wang Yuancheng's doorstep, Wang Zhengdao was sitting in the Jinbei car. Looking at Tang Song who came out of the Porsche, Wang Zhengdao smiled and joked, "The champion driver does not have a driver's license, I have never heard of such a thing."

Tang Song said with a wry smile: "Now you heard it."

Wang Zhengdao said: "Get on the bus, I'm going to go on a blind date today."

Blind date? This word reminded Tang Song of his former colleague Wu Zhiyong. When Tang Song asked for salary at the Western Restaurant on the Left Bank, Wu Zhiyong lost his job as a security guard because he spoke for him. After being able to do so, Tang Song tried to contact him, but his phone number could no longer be reached, and he didn't know where he was floating now.

Tang Song opened the car door and got on the bus. Wang Zhengdao asked him, "Is it South Station?"

Tang Song nodded and said, "Yes."

"Then let your girlfriend follow you." Wang Zhengdao said while starting the Golden Cup: "I also like driving express trains."

Tang Song asked strangely: "Aren't you afraid of speeding fines?"

"Haha." Wang Zhengdao smiled and stepped on the accelerator. He said, "No, the layman is not. The cars here are not serious and can be replaced at any time. They like to make orders, but we don't like to give them."

While talking, Jinbei Bread was already on the road. Wang Zhengdao drove hard enough and was as good as the bus driver. Qin Simu could only follow the navigation device.

Half an hour later, Tang Song and others arrived at the South Railway Station. After parking the train, Tang Song and Wang Zhengdao stood at the exit for a long time before waiting for Qin Simu. The latter, who was one step late, raised his wrist and looked at the time, and said, "I thought I would come late."

Tang Song pointed to the display screen and said, "No matter how late it is, it's better than Boss Tie?"

Qin Simu looked up at the train arrival timetable and said, "It's late again."

Tang Song smiled and said, "It's better to be late, otherwise I will not get used to it."

Wang Zhengdao said, "It's okay, it's only half an hour later."

The three of them said one by one, and half an hour passed quickly. After a while, the train arrived at the station. Tang Song quickly received a call from Uncle Tang, and he was about to leave the station.

The eldest uncle of the Tang and Song dynasties was named Tang Ankang, who was the same generation as Tang Anshun. Strictly speaking, Tang and Song dynasties were considered urban household registration, and Tang Ankang was a real farmer, but Tang Ankang's life was much more prosperous than Tang and Song dynasties because the conditions in their village were very good.

After about seven or eight minutes, Tang Ankang walked out of the exit. The rural people looked old. Tang Anshun was less than 55 years old this year, but his hair was completely white. His thin face was full of wrinkles, and he looked more like a person in his 60s. Of course, the village cadres looked like village cadres. Even if they were retired village cadres, Tang Ankang had a homemade old cowhide briefcase in his armpits.

Seeing Tang Ankang, Tang Song immediately greeted him and said, "Uncle, do you still know me? I am Tang Song."

Tang Ankang smiled honestly and said, "I know, of course I know."

Qin Simu here bowed to Tang Ankang, and she smiled sweetly and said, "Hello, uncle."

"Uncle Tang worked hard all the way." Wang Zhengdao was also very rational.

Tang Ankang nodded repeatedly, Tang Song introduced it, and everyone knew each other. At this time, Tang Song suddenly realized a very serious problem. There was no one behind Tang Ankang. Aren’t they a group of five? They were lost just after getting off the train, right? This problem became complicated. Tang Song asked Tang Ankang: "Uncle, where are you still some people?"

"Oh, you talk about them." Tang Ankang immediately said: "We came in separate groups, and the others have not arrived yet."

It was a bit difficult for the Tang and Song dynasties to understand, and it wasn't going up the mountain to fight guerrillas, so why are you so mysterious?

Although he had thoughts in his mind, Tang Song would never reveal it. He said, "Uncle, let's go."

Tang Ankang looked around like a thief, then confirmed his safety before saying, "Let's go."
To be continued...