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The room had more items than before, with several sketches and watercolor paintings hanging on the walls, adding more signs of life than previously.

“Make yourself at home, it’s already 7:30, I’ll start cooking.” Gao Mengting took the bag of vegetables from Tang Song, “The bedroom on the west side is my junior’s, don’t just burst in there.”

Tang Song playfully asked, “What about the one on the east side? Can I take a look there?”

Gao Mengting raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips, “Feel free, but don’t rummage through my cabinets.”

“OK, no problem!” Tang Song’s eyes sparkled with excitement; he hadn’t really been in a girl’s bedroom much and was curious.

Moreover, since Gao Mengting was his business partner, getting to know more about her was proper.

Gao Mengting bit her lower lip, carrying the vegetables into the kitchen.

She pushed open the door to the main bedroom on the east side.

A faint fragrance wafted into his nostrils, perfectly matching the scent on Gao Mengting.

He turned on the light.

A clean and tidy room came into view.

The bed was covered with floral-patterned sheets and duvet, the colors soft and gentle.

By the bed was a simple wooden nightstand, upon which lay a mirror, some books, and a cup.

Below the window, there was a white lazy chair, with a small stool in front, and a mini bookshelf beside it.

The overall color tone was light gray and white, arranged simply yet tastefully, filled with a cozy and comfortable atmosphere.

Regrettably, he didn’t see any innerwear tossed around.

Tang Song flopped down on the lazy chair, resting his feet on the small stool.

With his left hand, he casually pulled out a book.

From the kitchen, the sound of “sizzle and crackle” from cooking occasionally came.

Tang Song, breathing in the room’s fragrant air and feeling the softness of the chair beneath him, comfortably began reading the book named “Walden Lake.”

…

At 9 o’clock in the evening.

After dinner, the two of them moved a stool to the balcony.

Sitting in the breeze, gazing at the sparkling night sky, they chatted.

They talked about their thoughts after reading “Walden Lake,” their impressions of the new team member, and their aspirations for the company’s future.

The crescent moon in the sky climbed higher, and the air grew cooler.

Tang Song looked at the time and stood up, saying, “It’s late, I should be going back. You should rest early too.”

“I’ll walk you out.”

Pulling on shoes, opening the front door, taking the elevator.

Perhaps because they had just talked so much, Gao Mengting seemed somewhat silent now.

They walked out of the unit, standing in front of a Mercedes-Benz S450.

Due to cooking, Gao Mengting’s brown hair was pinned up behind her head with a large clip, revealing her clear earlobes and a slender neck.

The loose strands of her hair gently swayed in the breeze, filling the air with an overwhelming sense of atmosphere.

Tang Song looked at her bare beautiful legs and said with concern, “It’s a bit cold outside, go back in.”

“Tang Song,” Gao Mengting suddenly called him with a smile.

“Hmm, what is it?”

Gao Mengting looked up at him. With a soft yet firm tone, she said, “April 15th, I first saw you at the Mingjun Auto Repair Factory; April 22nd, you walked into the Meiting Discount Clothing Store and invited me to be your partner, leading me to the Cloud Stream Building.

April 25th, our Songmei Clothing Trading Co., Ltd. was officially registered; May 2nd, we hired our first employee.

May 11th, which is today, we finally have a full professional team, and our company is on the right track.

Thank you, partner, for changing my fate and pulling me out of the mire.

From now on, I’ll take care of the company, and I won’t let you down!”

After speaking, she opened her arms and hugged him.

Feeling the fullness and warmth in front of him, and the familiar scent in his nostrils, Tang Song was not as slow to respond as last time.

He quickly wrapped his arms around her slender waist, gently tightened his grip, and carefully felt her body’s curves.

When Gao Mengting wanted to break free, she realized she couldn’t do so.

Breathing in his scent and feeling their bodies in close contact, Gao Mengting felt dizzy.

She pushed against his chest, her body leaning back slightly, her face turning a flushed red as she exclaimed, “Tang Song! What are you doing!”

“Can only you hug me, but I’m not allowed to hug you?” Through the thin fabric of his shirt, Tang Song could distinctly feel her soft and delicate skin, stirring his emotions.