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Chapter 600 Lingling, Qiuqiu, Mengting (Daily Life)
Yunxi Building, Songmei Apparel.

At lunchtime, the aroma of food mingled with the rich fragrance of coffee in the tea room.

Yao Lingling sat by the window, eating her healthy weight-loss meal while enthusiastically sharing recent gossip with Cheng Qiuqiu across from her.

Cheng Qiuqiu responded softly, her cool and beautiful face showing little expression.

After a while.

She finally couldn't help but ask, "Lingling, is President Tang... going back to Yancheng today?"

"Yes!" Yao Lingling nodded vigorously, her eyes brightening instantly. "He told me this morning that he would arrive in Yancheng at noon, but it's uncertain when he will come to the company."

Will Mr. Tang come to the company today?

Yao Lingling looked at Qiuqiu across from her, a playful smile on her face: "You'll have to ask our CEO Tang yourself, I don't know either. By the way, you're all dressed up so beautifully today, is it because he's coming back?"

"Ah!" Cheng Qiuqiu exclaimed softly, hurriedly waving her hands, "No, today... today is the debut of our company's [HEYI STUDIO] brand, so I... dressed a little more formally."

"Okay, hehe." Yao Lingling smiled without saying a word, lowered her head, and continued to pick at the few shredded chicken breasts in her bowl.

In fact, she was fully aware of her aloof friend's little schemes, but she simply didn't want to expose her.

Lately, Qiuqiu has been asking me every now and then when her senior will be back.

Today I specially put on a full face of makeup and changed into an outfit that really showed off my figure.

It is simply Sima Zhao's heart, and everyone on the road knows it.

Of course, the reason she could face this "competitor" with such composure was simply because—

She has been attacked by all sorts of deities far too many times.

Leaving aside Lin Muxue and Wen Ruanjie from before, let's just talk about Gao Mengting, the executive vice president of the company with whom we interact daily.

If any one of them is found, they can hang Lingling up and beat her.

In contrast, Qiuqiu, the cool and introverted designer, appears to be less aggressive.

Then she couldn't help but steal a glance at Qiuqiu's magnificent and full D-cup across from her. She had to admit, it was indeed very sexy.

Those are the real deal, unlike myself, who has to resort to deception just to save face.

Thinking of this, Yao Lingling couldn't help but poke her fake breasts with the base of her chopsticks, feeling somewhat dejected.

It seems like I'm the worst one.

After lunch, I returned to my workstation.

Looking at the countdown that keeps jumping on the computer screen.

Yao Lingling's heart, which had been relatively calm, began to beat faster and faster uncontrollably.

Tonight at 7 PM, in He Yiyi's live stream room.

The first five products from the brand 【HEYI STUDIO】 will be officially launched for sale.

Her windbreaker is the absolute star product among these five items, and it will be the grand finale during prime time.

This is her first piece at Songmei Apparel, and also the first time she, as an independent designer, has printed her name on a hangtag.

This is crucial, and it's the moment when her full value is revealed.

Thinking of this, Yao Lingling paced restlessly in her chair, her ample buttocks pressed against the seat, creating a fleshy curve.

It's about two o'clock in the afternoon.

After using the restroom, Yao Lingling strolled over to Qiuqiu's workstation, bent down, and whispered, "Qiuqiu, I'm going downstairs to buy a milk tea. Want to come along?"

To stay fit and in shape, she hasn't touched milk tea, her "source of happiness," for two or three months.

I've actually been craving it for ages.

On such an important day, she felt she desperately needed a full-sugar, iced milk tea to stimulate her dopamine levels.

To relieve the tension that was almost overflowing in my heart.

"No, I had a big lunch." Cheng Qiuqiu shook her head, her gaze still fixed intently on the computer screen.

He was making final pixel-level optimizations to the poster he had just designed.

"Okay, I'm off then, bye!" Yao Lingling gave an OK sign and left the office with light steps.

Take the elevator directly to the first floor.

After buying my things at the open-air beverage shop downstairs from the company.

She sat in a chair in the corner and took a few sips of her favorite brown sugar boba milk tea with great satisfaction.

That sweet feeling of happiness eased her tense nerves a little.

Looked at the time.

She then stood up, swiped her card, and entered the elevator lobby.

At this time of day, the elevator lobby was nearly empty and quiet, with very few people around.

While waiting for the elevator.

As Yao Lingling chewed on the chewy tapioca pearls, she couldn't help but start daydreaming again.

She was so nervous because the answer would be revealed tonight.

Once she designs this windbreaker, the GMV (gross merchandise volume) for a single event can exceed 400 million.

She would then have the opportunity to have Tang Song fulfill one of her wishes.

The thought of that wish made her cheeks flush involuntarily.

Windbreaker! You absolutely have to live up to my expectations!

Just as she was lost in her fantasies...

"Ding--"

The elevator doors in front of us slowly slid open to both sides.

Yao Lingling sipped her milk tea and walked in with her head down.

The elevator door slowly closed.

In the dim light, a figure approached and stood behind her.

Yao Lingling even felt that the other person's gaze was sizing up her big buttocks.

She immediately became alert and moved aside, turning her body to press her buttocks against the cold elevator wall.

Since she began to showcase her pear-shaped figure, she has been harassed by some malicious glances in certain situations, which has become a habit of self-protection.

Immediately afterwards, she twitched her nostrils slightly.

A familiar scent entered my nostrils.

Yao Lingling's heart skipped a beat, and she almost instinctively looked up.

The next second, a handsome smiling face suddenly entered her field of vision, and her heart skipped a beat.

"Senior... no... Mr. Tang! You're back!"

"I came straight here after getting off the plane. Long time no see, beautiful Lingling."

Tang Song patted the junior schoolmate's head affectionately, his smile clear and warm.

Chatting with this cheerful, outgoing, and energetic junior schoolmate always puts him in a good mood.

Yao Lingling blushed, but her eyes remained bright as she looked at the senior in front of her.

I haven't seen him for half a month, and he seems to have become even more handsome.

The tailored dark gray suit perfectly accentuated her broad shoulders and narrow waist.

She exudes a powerful aura and charm that is impossible to ignore.

It made her very eager to try it.

I have to say, Tang Song's good looks are simply too tempting!
Seeing her undisguised infatuation, Tang Song snapped his fingers.

With a mischievous grin, he said, "What are you looking at? If you keep staring like that, I'll have to charge you."

Yao Lingling stuck out her tongue guiltily, but quickly puffed out her chest and playfully retorted, "Well, you have to charge me for looking at me! If we look at each other, it'll cancel each other out!"

Tang Song chuckled softly, his gaze sweeping over her with a casual, appraising look.

Immediately, his gaze unconsciously shifted slightly downwards, landing on her unusually perky and rounded buttocks.

It has to be said, he is truly gifted.

With my recent targeted workouts, I now have a standard, full-bodied peach-shaped butt, and the size is quite impressive.

If you were to film this, it would definitely be incredibly loud!

Tang Song's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly suppressed his somewhat lewd thoughts.

She must have been corrupted by that little pervert Xiaojing!
He's not that kind of person!

Noticing Tang Song's intense gaze, Yao Lingling moved back a little shyly.

Tang Song coughed lightly, glancing at the milk tea in her hand. "Sigh, I've been flying all the way, I'm a little thirsty."

Yao Lingling understood immediately and handed over the milk tea in her hand, "Here, brown sugar boba, full sugar, it's super delicious!"

As she spoke, she moved a little closer to him.

She secretly savored the pleasant scent emanating from her senior, her eyes sparkling.

Tang Song smiled and took the straw, gently biting his thin lips and taking a large gulp with elegant posture.

Then he nodded seriously: "Yeah, it really is delicious, super sweet."

Noticing his actions, Yao Lingling bit her lip, her face starting to flush.

It was just a subconscious reaction just now, but I only realized it now, and my throat involuntarily moved.

Does this count as...indirect kissing?! Ahhh!
"Ding--"

The elevator slowly came to a stop on the 30th floor.

"We're here." Tang Song gently nudged her back and handed the milk tea back to her.

Yao Lingling quickly took it, her fingers trembling slightly as she held the milk tea cup, the straw seemingly still warm from his lips.

I followed him closely as we walked out of the elevator and headed towards the company gate.

Yao Lingling couldn't help but lower her head, bite the straw, and take a small sip.

An unprecedented sense of satisfaction and sweetness swept away all the tension in my heart.

……

"President Tang!"

"Mr. Tang! You're back!"

A faint commotion came from the office area in front.

Cheng Qiuqiu's body stiffened abruptly, and her gaze went past the computer screen to the end of the corridor.

A familiar figure came into her view.

It made her body tense up instantly.

His figure drew closer and closer, until she could hear his footsteps.

Tang Song first responded to the brand department employees who greeted him.

Then, he turned around and looked at Qiuqiu, who was still sitting stiffly at her workstation with a silent and cold expression.

"Qiuqiu." His voice was gentle and clear, with a familiar smile. "I heard your Double Eleven poster is finished?"

Cheng Qiuqiu's body trembled violently, then she slowly stood up. "Yes, they're all done. There are six in total. I need to select three of them, and I'm just about to send them to you."

During the time Tang Song was away, although we could keep in touch on WeChat, we couldn't actually see him in person.

The longing in my heart is like vines in spring, sprouting and spreading wherever it can in my heart.

Recently, it has been frequently appearing in her dreams.

Tang Song smiled and waved to her, "Bring your laptop and come to my office. Give me a private demonstration first. Your CEO, Ms. Gao, should still be in the live broadcast room. I'll exchange opinions with her after she comes out."

“Okay, Mr. Tang.” Cheng Qiuqiu’s voice trembled slightly with suppressed emotion.

Footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway.

Colleagues passing by would occasionally greet Tang Song respectfully.

"Squeak—" The heavy door to the CEO's office was pushed open.

The two walked in one after the other.

Tang Song casually hung his suit jacket on the hanger and turned to look at his aloof designer friend.

Qiuqiu was clearly dressed up specially today.

She wore her black and white office attire with a blend of restraint and sexiness, creating a striking and contradictory beauty.

Just like her as a person.

Then, his gaze slowly moved upwards and landed on the top of Qiuqiu's head.

The Dream Flower Seed was swaying violently, its rich halo almost overflowing.

It also gave her a green glow, making her breathtakingly beautiful.

It's been a while since I last saw it, and the Dream Flower Seed has grown a lot, even approaching maturity.

Perhaps with just a little stimulation, one can harvest flowers and gain +1 to comprehension.

Thinking of this, and looking at Cheng Qiuqiu's exquisite and aloof face, Tang Song's heart beat faster.

He strolled over to her.

The distance between the two instantly shrank to the point where they could hear each other's breaths.

An ambiguous atmosphere surrounded them.

Cheng Qiuqiu's high breasts began to heave violently, and an unnatural blush spread across her cheeks, like rouge spreading on the snow.

"Qiuqiu," Tang Song called softly.

"Yes!" Cheng Qiuqiu raised her head almost reflexively, her red lips pressed tightly together.

Their eyes met in the air.

She quickly looked away, her face tense, but her heart began to pound wildly.

Tang Song examined her face closely and asked, "Has your illness improved recently?"

"I...I don't know!" Cheng Qiuqiu's voice trembled slightly, and she subconsciously turned her body to the side.

She seemed to realize something, but dared not move.

After all, the two had an unspoken agreement to "cure" her illness through this kind of intimate contact.

That's obviously nonsense.

However, this also gave her an excuse to "betray" her senior with a clear conscience.

Whenever she thinks about this, she feels a deep sense of guilt.

"Then...why don't you want to try it now?" Tang Song lowered his head slightly, his warm breath gently brushing against her cheek, inhaling her unique cool and sweet fragrance.

Qiuqiu's eyelashes twitched violently, and she slowly raised her head.

Looking at the face she had been longing for day and night, her lips moved unconsciously.

She missed him so much, more than anyone else, even... more than her senior.

This intense emotion, once she saw him, became impossible to suppress and almost overwhelmed her completely.

Her heartbeat quickened, making her eardrums ring.

"Okay... fine... I'll give it a try..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to have lost her last shred of reason.

He stood on tiptoe, closed his eyes, and kissed her forcefully.

Inside the office, time seemed to have been paused.

In a hazy state.

A pure white camellia quietly bloomed amidst the emerald green halo above Qiuqiu's head, radiating a soft and sacred light.

"Ding! Congratulations player, the second flower of the [Dream Flower Seed] has successfully bloomed!"

Immediately afterwards, the blooming camellia flower transformed into a pure starlight and instantly entered Tang Song's body.

A sudden clarity dawned on my mind.

[Comprehension +1]

After a brief moment of distraction, Tang Song refocused his attention on Qiu Qiu in front of him.

She clearly didn't know how to kiss; she was just sucking unconsciously and awkwardly.

But it is precisely this naive initiative that creates a huge contrast and stimulation with her cold and abstinent appearance.

This gradually heightened his spirits.

Tang Song couldn't help but reach out and grasp her slender, supple waist, gently parting her lips and teeth.

Qiuqiu let out a soft moan, involuntarily raising her head and instinctively wrapping her arms around his waist.

As the kiss continued, her cheeks grew redder and hotter.

Every nerve ending in the body seemed to be awakened, becoming exceptionally sharp and sensitive.

Seeing Qiuqiu being so proactive, Tang Song's heart skipped a beat.

His hand, which was holding her waist, slowly moved upwards, tracing the beautiful lines of her slender back, her smooth shoulders, and her delicate collarbone.

Ultimately, it all came down to the breathtaking truth hidden beneath the tight-fitting undershirt.

"Whoosh!" Qiuqiu's eyes widened suddenly.

A shiver ran through my soul, spreading like an electric current throughout my body.

It aroused a fine layer of goosebumps on her skin.

A suppressed gasp followed.

After a while.

Qiuqiu pushed him away forcefully, as if she had been electrocuted.

Her usually cold and beautiful face was now frighteningly red, almost as if it could bleed.

She quickly turned her back and hugged her chest with both hands.

"Oh no, this won't do... I... I still can't handle it... that illness... it looks really serious..."

She lowered her head and spoke haltingly and incoherently in a dialect heavily accented with Sichuan and Chongqing accents.

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was completely inaudible.

"It's okay, we'll take it one step at a time." Tang Song could only regretfully withdraw his hand, which he hadn't quite finished using.

I silently marveled at the amazing touch I had just experienced.

Qiuqiu's breasts, while not as exaggerated in size as Bai Yueguang's and the older sister's, are more perky and rounded.

She does indeed resemble her idol, Su Yu, somewhat.

"Oh...oh...then I'll go first..." Qiuqiu nodded stiffly and turned to walk out.

Tang Song quickly grabbed her wrist. "I said, weren't we supposed to be looking at the pre-sale posters for this year's Double Eleven promotion?"

"Ah, yes." Qiuqiu then turned around with difficulty.

He frantically opened his laptop.

The two sat down at the desk.

Qiuqiu opened the design file, intending to present and explain her creativity and ideas to Tang Song one by one, according to the draft she had prepared in advance.

But he couldn't speak coherently, stumbling and stammering, and occasionally even blurting out a few words of dialect.

Tang Song offered a few words of comfort, and finally pulled the laptop in front of him, starting to preview it intently.

As he looked at the posters, he actively guided Qiuqiu and discussed the design ideas behind each one with her.

Excellent promotional posters are crucial for the upcoming Double Eleven shopping festival.

This was, after all, related to the success or failure of his [Third Stage Growth Plan Mission], so he took it very seriously.

Qiuqiu is indeed very talented in this area.

Her series of poster designs, regardless of style, perfectly match the visual identity system that [HEYI STUDIO] has just established.

Sophisticated, minimalist, and full of storytelling.

The composition, color scheme, and text of each image precisely convey the corresponding intent.

Tang and Song were increasingly satisfied with their work.

He couldn't help but pat her shapely thighs in admiration.

Qiuqiu's body trembled, and she suddenly stood up.

On her still flushed face, she forced out a trace of professional composure.

"What's wrong?" Tang Song looked up at her.

After stammering for a while, Qiuqiu whispered a reminder: "Senior... President Gao's broadcast ended at three o'clock... it should be almost over now."

With Singles' Day approaching, the entire Songmei Apparel livestreaming room is operating almost non-stop.

The three live streaming rooms basically run non-stop from morning to night.

Even Gao Mengting, the vice president, has returned to the live-streaming stage, personally promoting products and occasionally filming promotional videos.

"Okay, I'll go check out the live stream and finalize the poster design with Mengting."

The two stood up and walked out of the office one after the other.

Cheng Qiuqiu almost immediately said "Goodbye" and then walked quickly toward her workstation with her head down.

Watching her sexy figure disappear around the corner of the corridor, Tang Song couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

I stood there, reminiscing about the scenes that had unfolded in the office.

Taking a deep breath to suppress the excitement in his heart, he turned and walked towards the K1 live broadcast room.

Pushing open the heavy, professionally soundproof door, I entered the live-streaming room where the "battle" had just ended.

A wave of heat that had not yet completely dissipated was hitting us.

The huge ring light was still on, and the air was filled with a unique scent that mixed with cosmetics, sweat, and the fabric of new clothes.

On the ground, there were some clothes hangers and labels that had not been put away yet.

On the whiteboard next to it, the product order and highlights of the live stream were written in red marker.

Several assistants and operations staff were gathered around, watching the real-time data on the screen.

Everyone's face wore an expression that was a mixture of exhaustion and excitement.

"President Tang!" "Hello, President Tang! You're back!"

Some sharp-eyed employees spotted Tang Song immediately and stood up respectfully to greet him.

Tang Song smiled and nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze passing through the busy crowd and quickly landing on the familiar figure in front of the live broadcast booth.

Gao Mengting was standing there, patiently reviewing the live stream with several employees in charge of product selection.

She wore a simple beige traditional Chinese style shirt and black high-waisted wide-leg pants, with her long, smooth brown hair casually draped over her shoulders.

Her delicate profile, illuminated by the light, appeared focused and gentle.

Looking at my partner's serious, responsible, and hardworking demeanor.

A strong sense of shame welled up in Tang Song's heart.

Seemingly having heard the commotion at the door, Gao Mengting turned around and looked over.

The focus on her face instantly transformed into a gentle, radiant smile the moment she saw Tang Song.

She quickly gave instructions to her colleagues and walked towards him with light and graceful steps.

The moment our eyes met.

Gao Mengting's eyes revealed undisguised joy and longing.

Tang Song couldn't help but curse himself inwardly:
I'm such a jerk!

(End of this chapter)