For some reason, as long as she closes her eyes, the scene of Tang Song holding herself will appear in her mind. The sense of security and throbbing makes her unable to calm down for a long time.

Of course there is also an advantage, that is, there are no nightmares at all at night.

It is more effective than listening to Su Yu's songs.

The sound of the sea surging faintly came from outside the window. She simply sat up, her long orange-brown hair spread on her shoulders, her messy and lazy hair streaked across her snow-white and delicate chest, with a bit of sexy charm.

She reached out and rubbed her temples, and her eyes accidentally swept to the mobile phone screen on the bedside table, and the time was displayed at 5:50.

As if she had thought of something, she suddenly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, washed and rinsed quickly, and stood quietly at the door with a casual autumn outfit, listening to the movement outside.

When I was having barbecue yesterday, Tang Song said that there was a donkey meat roast in the breakfast shop next to the food stall. I wanted to try it this morning.

After standing like this for more than ten minutes, there was a sound of opening the door outside the door.

Cheng Qiuqiu hurriedly approached Maoyan and stared at the corridor.

Immediately afterwards, a young couple walked past her sight.

Sighing, she bit her lip hard and took a step back.

Cheng Qiuqiu, what are you thinking?

You have already said so clearly yesterday that you are cold and don’t want to have close contact with him.

Tang and Song will definitely feel bored with you, and he will definitely not come to approach you again.

Just thinking about it all.

The door opened again.

Her mind was still struggling, and she had already moved to the door, looking out of the cat's eyes again.

Immediately afterwards, a handsome face appeared in the center of his sight, and his bright black and white eyes were looking at him through the cat's eyes without blinking.

Cheng Qiuqiu instantly clasped his hands tightly and looked straight at him.

"Bang bang bang" the heartbeat sounded in my ears.

Is he going to knock on the door? Did he come to ask me to have breakfast? Should I pretend to go out and take the initiative to go out?

It was in her incredibly entangled.

The footsteps sounded, and Tang Song turned around and disappeared from his sight.

An indescribable sense of loss and panic suddenly surged in Cheng Qiuqiu's heart.

"Click" The door handle was pressed hard, and her figure appeared in the corridor.

Looking anxiously towards the elevator.

There was no Tang and Song dynasty.

How could it be? Was it an hallucination just now?

At this moment.

A smiley voice came from behind: "Qiuqiu, what a coincidence, you are going to go out too?"

Cheng Qiuqiu turned around and saw Tang Song leaning against the wall next to the door, looking at her with a smile.

"Ah!" She yelled, and quickly lowered her head, "Mr. Tang, good morning, I... I'm going to go out for dinner."

Tang Song took a step forward and waved to her, "Let's go, then let's go together."

Cheng Qiuqiu said "um" softly, followed quickly to his side, and put his hands into his pocket without hesitation.

The early morning sea breeze is filled with a hint of coldness.

The two of them were slow and didn't say anything. They just silently stepped on the road and enjoyed the surrounding scenery.

The breakfast was very simple. The freshly baked donkey meat was cooked with millet porridge and shredded pickles, Tang Song, and dried three dried drizzles. I was satisfied with it.

Looking at Qiuqiu, who looked cold on the other side, he said, "I'm going back to Yancheng this afternoon. Have you had fun these days?"

"Happy." Cheng Qiuqiu said, and added: "Very happy."

Warm and friendly colleagues, harmonious and relaxed atmosphere, and Tang Song and senior sisters.

For her, this trip to Zhangshan was an unprecedented relaxation.

Tang Song smiled and said, "That's good. When you go back, you have to start working hard. Our brand department will be very busy next."

The shareholders' meeting of Huashang Clothing is about to be held, and assistant Lin Muxue has obtained the meeting information.

This also means that he will officially become the chairman of Huacan Clothing.

The cooperation between Huacan and Songmei can be advanced rapidly.

Coupled with the secondary fusion of He Yiyi and Bei Yushi, the popularity exploded again.

It can be said that during the National Day holiday, Songmei clothing will become very busy.

"It's okay, be busy." Cheng Qiuqiu looked up at Tang Song, "I will work hard on the design draft and make high-quality works that meet the requirements as soon as possible."

Tang Song encouraged, "Come on, I believe in you."

"Yes." Cheng Qiuqiu looked up and looked at him, and a trace of darkness flashed in his eyes.

This time she left, she probably had a chance to get along with him again, let alone live next door, and occasionally drink and eat barbecue.

At 5:30 pm, Yancheng Railway Station.

In the afterglow of the sunset, accompanied by the sound of light brakes and the noise of passengers, the high-speed train slowly stopped at the platform, and everyone walked out of the carriage one after another.

Say goodbye to colleagues.

Tang Song and Cheng Qiuqiu followed Liu Jiayi through the bustling crowd and took the elevator to the underground parking lot.

Under the cold white light, a solemn Rolls-Royce phantom was parked there quietly, and the dark body was shining with a low-key and solemn luster.

The three got into the car first.

Soon, with the sound of raising the sound of the roar, the Rolls-Royce Phantom drove out of the underground parking lot.

I soon arrived at Yanjing Tiancheng Community, which is not far away.

Tang Song got out of the car, waved goodbye to the two of them, and walked towards the elevator.

For him, the most urgent thing at this moment is to go home.

Although Jing knew that Secretary Jin must have left here now, he wanted to see if she left anything.

Even if it's just a note or a stocking,

"Ding--" The elevator stopped steadily on the 20th floor.

Tang Song took his suitcase and quickly walked to the armored base.

Pushing open the door, the familiar entrance hall came into view.

Jingyi, right at the most eye-catching position of the luge cabinet, was pasted with an exquisite pink sticky note paper.

Above is a beautiful handwritten paragraph:

"I have prepared dinner and put it in the refrigerator and heat it up. Remember to eat on time. I hope Mr. Tang will pay attention to his health and not overwork."

On the word "work hard", she became thicker, which made Tang and Song embarrassed Gerber.

Shi smiled and said a few words to himself, Tang Song quickly walked towards the kitchen.

Open the refrigerator.

There are several carefully prepared dishes neatly placed inside: steamed Dongxing Spot, black truffle garlic broccoli and a portion of Matsutake chicken soup.

Each dish is packed in a transparent fresh-keeping box and labeled with heating time and precautions.

Tang Song took out one of the boxes and smelled them, and could still smell the faint smell of perfume on it.

The faint fragrance of tea, mixed with the gentle fragrance of flowers, is as refreshing as the empty puddle with mist in the early morning of autumn.

Obviously, these were done by Secretary Jin himself.

In his impression, Secretary Jin never seemed to have cooked and didn't know when he learned it.

After watching for a while, Tang and Song closed the box.

In the living room, I walked around the study and walked into the master bedroom.

The familiar unique fragrance came to his face, making him feel happy.

The beds were neatly folded, and on the bedside table, in addition to her photo of Bai, there was also a book written by her.

"Dream Analysis"

It's exactly the same as the book she reads.

Tang Song picked up the book and read it for a while, let it go, and felt mixed emotions in his heart.

I really want to see her, kiss her, hug her, and possess her in the real world.

Secretary Jin is both an emotional sustenance and a fantasy of beauty for him.

She has everything he likes, and she is the system to select the most perfect and ideal person.
To be continued...