"President Tang, all the work has been reported." She paused and continued in a half-joking, half-serious tone, "Is there anything else you need to report on in depth?"
Tang Song looked at her pretty face, which was close at hand, and her long eyelashes that trembled slightly due to nervousness, with a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth.
"You did well, that’s it for today. You must be tired too, get so rest early; there’s a tough battle awaiting tomorrow."
Shen Yuyan’s heart, full of anticipation, sank in an instant.
However, she dared not say much, and could only stand up as well, forcing a composed smile on her face, "Alright, President Tang. I’ll contact Jiayi early tomorrow and co to your house to pick you up."
"Hmm."
Tang Song casually picked up the coat draped over the back of the chair and walked toward the door.
Shen Yuyan took a deep breath while watching Tang Song’s figure and followed him out.
She originally thought sothing groundbreaking would happen tonight, but the appearance of Liu Qingning completely disrupted all her plans.
She didn’t dare to play any active pursuing role, fearing that she might ss things up.
Tang Song just had this kind of neither close nor distant attitude towards her.
At this mont, Tang Song suddenly turned around, and his long hand landed without warning on her waist.
Shen Yuyan’s body stiffened, her spine straightened, and her silk blouse stretched tightly over her high chest.
Tang Song looked into her eyes filled with panic and anticipation, and smiled.
His palm slowly moved down along her slender waistline, finally resting on her rounded bottom wrapped in a pencil skirt, applying slight pressure.
Even through thick fabric, he could still clearly feel the amazing elasticity and firm touch.
"Bye-bye, no need to see off, Shirley."
After saying that, he released his hand and turned to leave.
Leaving Shen Yuyan standing alone at the door.
Her face gradually flushed, and deep inside her body rose a tingling and itchy tremble.
Long unable to calm down.
Each ti she thought he had no feelings for her, he would suddenly tease her; and when she mustered the courage to take a step further, he would retreat to a safe distance.
The Tang Song in front of her resembled the ultimate master of mind gas.
Making her worried and restless.
...
With a "ding——", the elevator door slowly opened in the lobby.
Tang Song stepped out.
Instantly attracting a wave of heated gazes.
Even though he was dressed in ordinary winter clothes, his outstanding appearance and charisma still made him stand out.
The corners of Tang Song’s mouth carried a faint trace of joyful smile, still savoring the excellent touch of School Beauty Shen just now.
After experiencing the [Whispers of Shen Yuyan] fragnt, he was thoroughly familiar with School Beauty Shen’s character.
In so ways, she was much like Lin Muxue, once granted a bit of power and superiority, she was prone to feel "gone with the wind."
And she had a lot of little sches.
Although he didn’t mind, he felt that he needed to give this proud female assistant a little shake-up.
Raising his wrist to check the ti, it was exactly 9 o’clock.
Just about to walk towards the door.
Suddenly, a voice tinged with hesitation and uncertainty ca to his ears, "... Tang, Tang Song?"
The voice sounded sowhat familiar.
Tang Song’s brows slightly raised, and he instinctively looked up and towards the direction of the voice.
In the corner of the lobby lounge, a girl around his age stood there.
Holding a large backpack that looked quite heavy, apparently just having completed the check-in procedures.
She wore a neat mid-short hairstyle, with a pair of scholarly black-frad glasses resting on her nose, masking part of her features, yet still revealing a pretty girl underneath.
eting her gaze.
The girl’s eyes were fixated on him, filled with shock and uncertainty, and a hint of joyful reunion.
Tang Song’s steps suddenly halted, a na floated up from the depths of his mory.
He blurted out, "Deng Yazi?"
"It’s really you!"
After receiving confirmation, all uncertainties vanished from Deng Yazi’s face, replaced by imnse surprise and amazent.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!"
Deng Yazi said "Oh my god" three tis in succession, barely venting the overwhelming shock in her heart.
She quickly ran over to Tang Song, unceremoniously punched him on the arm as she used to do in high school.
"Tang Song! I thought I saw wrong! How did you... how did you beco so..."
Her voice grew softer, and at the end, she didn’t even know what words to use.
The boy before her, tall and handso, exuded a poised and calm deanor that stood starkly apart from the bustling atmosphere around.
Face-to-face at such close proximity, she could increasingly feel the rush of charm that made her heart skip a beat.
Even as a seasoned TV station reporter, at this mont, she felt her brain was going blank.
Looking at the old classmate in front of him, Tang Song’s face lit up with a bright joyful smile, "Long ti no see, never thought I’d run into you here."
In high school, he was sunny and cheerful, naturally having lots of classmates and friends he was close with.
Deng Yazi was one of them.
Her straightforward and righteous character made her loyal and caring to her friends.
Tang Song still rembered, at the graduation dinner, this seemingly easygoing girl cried her eyes out, holding everyone’s hands, saying "We must keep in touch in the future."
Afterwards, as Tang Song went to college, he gradually lost touch with most of his high school classmates.
Yet it was Deng Yazi who persistently maintained the friendship, even visiting him at Yan City University of Science and Technology a few tis, keeping their friendship alive through WeChat.
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