Chapter 596 Bloom
Four Seasons Hotel.
In the brightly lit suite office.
"The route application has been approved. The first flight from Yangcheng Baiyun Airport to Yancheng International Airport is expected to take off at 10 a.m. on Wednesday the day after tomorrow. Bombardier has also completed the last comprehensive inspection before delivery -"
On the computer screen was Xiaoxue's face with exquisite makeup and high spirits.
Since the last time he was "beaten" in Xiangjiang, the growth rate of this general assistant has been astonishing.
Not only did he perfectly complete all the tedious processes of private jet handover, he also established an efficient operational docking system in a very short period of time.
At the same time, the entertainment system, wine cabinet and cigar bar inside the cabin were also customized according to Tang Song's preferences. Of course, this is also due to her background as a professional flight attendant and her natural love for high-end services. She can indeed be said to be a professional counterpart.
“Well done, Luna, thank you for your hard work.”
“It’s not hard work, serve Mr. Tang!” Lin Muxue in the video suddenly straightened up and saluted seriously.
Tang Song chuckled softly, "How is it? You are about to leave Xiangjiang, are you a little reluctant to leave?"
"No." Lin Muxue licked her red lips and suddenly leaned forward slightly. The scene in the camera instantly turned white, and her voice became warm and ambiguous, "Where is Mr. Tang? I just want to go wherever I want. Speaking of which, I have rearranged the master suite on the plane according to your instructions, and I am waiting for you to come and check it in person." Tang Song said with a smile, "Okay, I look forward to the first flight of the plane."
The two chatted a few more words.
Hang up the phone.
Tang Song stood by the window for another moment, admiring the night view of the Pearl River, and then returned to the large desk.
Next, his most important job is the Double Eleven promotion of Songmei Clothing.
The third phase growth plan task [② performance explosion] requires the company to achieve monthly sales exceeding 100 million.
This November is his only chance in the near future.
This is also the reason why he cannot stay in Yangcheng for a long time.
This annual grand ceremony in the e-commerce field has kicked off at midnight on November 1, and the entire company has entered a state of intense overtime work.
The first batch of products of Songmei Clothing’s new high-end brand [HEYISTUDI0] will also be officially unveiled on November 8, which is the warm-up event on Wednesday night.
Among them, there are not only the new seasonal styles carefully designed by the Huashang Apparel team, but also the highly anticipated urban jacket series independently completed by Yao Lingling.
It is worth mentioning that the finished sample of this jacket is extremely outstanding, whether it is the style, fabric or detailed craftsmanship, it far exceeds expectations.
It received overwhelming praise when trying it on within the company.
I think it has all the potential to become an annual hit.
Tang Song has also seen the finished product, and it is indeed great. I, a primary school girl, are really amazing.
For an e-commerce company, if its self-built brand can be widely accepted by the market.
It means that it will completely get rid of the role of a simple "channel dealer" or "second-tier dealer".
You truly have your own "soul" and "moat".
It also means higher gross profit, stronger user stickiness, and broader brand premium space.
The importance is self-evident.
"Ding-ding-ding-" A rapid ringtone suddenly rang.
【Zhang Yan】
Tang Song subconsciously looked at the time, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening.
At this time, she suddenly called -
Tang Song's heart suddenly lifted, and he quickly connected, "Hello? Zhang Yan!"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then Zhang Yan's call came. Voice: "Tang Song, are you at the Four Seasons Hotel?"
Tang Song was stunned, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
"No, it's okay." Zhang Yan's voice was still very low, but Tang Song could clearly hear her rapid breathing.
"What happened? Tell me."
There was another silence.
Immediately, Zhang Yan's voice suddenly rose, "I want to see you now."
Tang Song felt comfortable and stood up from the chair almost subconsciously, with his eyes full of dissent.
This was the first time he heard Zhang Yan’s loud and excited voice, and she said “I want to see you.”
This is simply unbelievable.
"Of course, where are you? I'll go look for you."
"No, I, I'll be downstairs at the Four Seasons Hotel right away."
"I'll go down right away!" Tang Song said as he strode out.
In the living room, Wen Ruan was wearing a facial mask and crossing her legs to watch a variety show. When she heard the movement, she lazily raised her eyes and looked over.
Tang Song paused for a moment, with a hint of apology on his face. He walked to her side and said softly, "Ruanruan, I'm going out for a while and may have to come back later."
Wenruan looked at him. With a look of irritation, he rolled his eyes angrily and waved his hand impatiently: "Let's go, let's go quickly, I don't want to see you! It's best not to come back!"
Tang Song Shanshan smiled and gently rubbed her hair.
Turn around and walk quickly to the entrance, change your shoes and go out.
Rapid footsteps sounded in the quiet corridor.
The floor numbers of the elevator jump down little by little.
90..80..70..
Tang Song recalled Zhang Yan’s words just now, and his heart beat violently.
Downstairs of the West Tower of the International Financial Center (IFC).
Zhang Yan hung up the phone and stuffed the still warm phone into her pocket.
She held the heavy gift box in her arms again and stood outside the exit of the magnificent building.
The huge glass curtain wall is like a mirror, reflecting the bright night of Zhujiang New Town.
Luxury cars whose names she could not name slid past her silently and stopped in front of the car door that the doorman had already opened.
What came out of the car were men and women wearing high-end custom-made clothes and exquisite makeup. They walked calmly, talked and laughed happily, and exuded an aura that belonged to another world that she could not understand.
She is like an inconspicuous little tree transplanted into a strange environment, seemingly out of tune with everything around her.
This was her first time to look up at the city’s landmarks so close.
This is where the top companies in Yangcheng gather, and it is the intersection of elites and power.
In the past, she was not even qualified to come here for an interview.
Inside it, she was as small as a speck of dust.
In the past, she must have been so ashamed that she did not dare to raise her head or look into the eyes of those who passed by her.
But at this moment, her eyes were full of dancing flames.
Staring straight at the revolving glass door that kept opening and closing.
Youth is originally a non-stop series of misses and encounters.
In fact, Tang and Song Dynasties have always been wandering in her world.
But in the past years, she had never had the courage to stand in front of him and say "Hello, classmate",
"I am Zhang Yan".
And the miracle brought by "Dragon Ball" gave her a chance.
Not only did he realize her dream for many years, but he also fell from the sky and saved her at her most desperate moment.
They had many incredible interactions, eating, painting walls, reading comics, walking, kissing, hugging, but in the end, he was far, far away from her, so far away that he was no longer in the same world.
If she misses and shrinks back again this time·
He will probably disappear completely from her world.
It has been with me for more than ten years of my youth.
Never see you again.
This fear directly overwhelmed Liu Qingning and gave her unprecedented courage.
Zhang Yan’s throat rolled as she looked towards the brightly lit lobby on the first floor.
A familiar figure appeared in his sight.
He did not wear the expensive suit he wore during the day, but put on a simple white T-shirt and casual pants. He looked clean and refreshing. He passed through the gorgeously dressed crowd and walked straight towards her.
His steps were fast, even with urgency and nervousness.
All the glitz and noise around him seemed to automatically turn into a blurry background the moment he appeared.
Zhang Yan took a deep breath and took the initiative to take steps while holding the box.
"Bang, bang bang one by one"
The sound of the violent heartbeat always lingers in the ears, almost drowning out all the surrounding sounds.
Adrenaline surges wildly in the body.
"Da, da, da-"
The hard-soled leather shoes tapped on the smooth marble floor, and the sound became more and more urgent.
Tang and Song Dynasties passed through the revolving glass door.
Stepping into the slightly tidal night of Yangcheng, the evening breeze mixed with the smell of traffic and vegetation blows in your face.
His eyes swept around,
and instantly locked on the figure standing in front of him in the dim light.
She was wearing a simple white shirt, suit skirt, and a slightly roomy light gray suit jacket.
This professional outfit made her lose all her immaturity, and she seemed to have become much more mature in an instant.
She solemnly held a black hard-shell gift box in her hand and walked towards him step by step.
The bright light fell on her body, as if giving her a soft halo.
The shoulder-length short hair was gently blown by the humid evening breeze, revealing a smooth forehead and delicate eyebrows.
Eye contact.
Zhang Yan’s eyes flashed, but this time she didn’t run away in panic like usual. Instead, she mustered up the courage to look directly into his eyes.
"Tang and Song Dynasty."
Her voice was not loud, but like a pebble thrown into a quiet lake, it caused ripples in the hearts of Tang and Song Dynasties.
"Zhang Yan—"
The footsteps stopped.
The two stood face to face.
"This is the 34 "Dragon Balls"." Zhang Yan took a step forward and handed the heavy gift box in her arms to him, "—
It's for you."
Tang Song took it.
The box was very heavy when I first got it, probably weighing more than ten kilograms.
"Thank you for your gift."
He did not open it immediately, but just looked down at her eyes.
This was the first time they had looked at each other for such a long time without any evasion.
In each other’s pupils, each other’s figure is clearly reflected.
From Zhang Yan’s eyes, Tang Song seemed to understand something, and there was an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.
He picked up the heavy box with one hand, suddenly stretched out his right hand, and pulled her into his arms.
Zhang Yan’s body trembled suddenly, she hesitated for a moment, and then slowly wrapped her arms around his waist.
Her hands were cold, but her breathing was rapid and hot.
At the entrance of the glittering hotel, people are coming and going, noisy and prosperous.
The two hugged each other for a long time before slowly letting go.
Tang Song looked down at her eyes that were getting brighter with excitement, and asked softly: "Why did you suddenly come so late to deliver books to me?"
Zhang Yan pursed her lips and greeted her. Looking at him, he said in a clear voice: "I want to work at Nebula International Group."
Tang Song nodded vigorously, with undisguised joy in his voice, "Okay, you can join the job at any time."
"I" Zhang Yan's voice lowered again, as if she lacked confidence, "I can only write manuscripts now, I don't understand many things, and I am not as good as others. But I will study hard, I just want to try!"
In the last sentence, she regained her courage.
“Well, I believe you.”
“I will leave Shucheng Technology as soon as possible.”
“If I leave, If you encounter any difficulties at work, you can contact me at any time." Tang Song paused and added: "I will send you the WeChat account of my friend in Nebula International Group later. She will stay in Yangcheng for a while. If you have any questions in the future, you can contact her."
"Okay." Zhang Yan clasped her hands in front of her and stood there, still looking at Tang Song intently, as if she still had something to say.
The air became quiet.
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Yan's lips moved, "I, I still have a lot to say to you. Is it convenient for you now?"
"Wait for me."
After Tang Song finished speaking, he turned around and strode back to the entrance of the hotel. He carefully handed the "precious" gift box to the staff who came up to him and whispered a few words.
Then, he trotted back to her.
He smiled and said, "I've been in Yangcheng for so long, and I haven't had a good stroll around the Pearl River yet. Come with me for a walk, classmate Zhang Yan."
After saying that, he held her hand directly without giving her a chance to refuse.
Zhang Yan was led by him, like a puppet being manipulated, passively but willingly following his footsteps.
The shadows of the two people lengthened under the light and overlapped.
Passing through the flashy light river woven by neon and car lights, we turned into a relatively quiet road along the river.
The evening breeze brings the unique water vapor from the Pearl River to your face,
The bright lights of the city are reflected on the river, like a broken mobile oil painting.
Tang Song’s slender fingers used a little force to pass through the gaps between her fingers, and intertwined with her fingers, palms touching.
Zhang Yan’s hand suddenly trembled, and a strong, numbing current instantly ran through her body from the palm of her hand.
It caused a layer of tiny goosebumps to appear on her neck.
She turned her head and looked at Tang Song's side face that looked particularly handsome in the night, her heart beating like a drum.
Their eyes met again.
Tang Song’s hand exerted slight force, and the warm fingertips rubbed gently on the delicate back of her hand.
Zhang Yan’s cheeks turned crimson uncontrollably, and her deep-rooted timidity made her subconsciously want to break away, but she finally held back.
The numbness became stronger and stronger, making her steps a little erratic.
The two of them just walked along the Pearl River.
There are also many lovers snuggling around.
After a while.
Zhang Yan’s lips moved slightly and she lowered her head, as if talking to herself or confiding to him.
"I remember when I first entered junior high school, the teacher asked me to sit at the same table with you. My palms were sweaty at that time, but your name is so easy to remember."
She began to narrate intermittently about her junior high school days.
The serious frown on his face when he lectured, the brisk steps when he hummed, the curve of the corners of his eyes when he smiled...
There seemed to be no shortcomings in her memory about the Tang and Song Dynasties when she was a teenager.
He is cheerful and generous, studies seriously, and even takes neater notes than others.
He would often bring snacks to school, always saying that he bought more and couldn’t finish them. In fact, he was just making excuses because he was afraid that she would be embarrassed to accept it.
He is very willing to talk to her, will play backgammon with her, and will share with her those brand-new extracurricular books that she cannot afford·
He always rides a semi-old bicycle to school because their villages are adjacent. Sometimes when they meet on the road, he will wave to her from a distance and let her sit on it.
The bumpy back seat of the bicycle carries the faint scent of soap from the boy.
It was the most profound and warmest memory in her entire youth.
Her voice is very soft and slow.
Like a gurgling stream, the tiny and warm past memories are washed out bit by bit.
Flow into this gentle, southern night.
As Tang and Song Zhengzheng listened, his thoughts gradually drifted.
Those memories of junior high school that he had to forget,
are now restored and colored bit by bit by Zhang Yan from a unique perspective.
I never thought that during that seemingly ordinary time, he would make some unintentional actions, a casual joke, and an inadvertent sharing.
For the quiet and introverted deskmate next to me, Jingran will be so important and profound.
“Tang and Song Dynasty.”
“In——” He turned his head and looked at Zhang Yan.
"Linglong Banzi An Hongdou, I miss you so much." She looked into his eyes and said with all her strength, "I like you. I like you very much. I like you very much."
Tang Song looked at her, looking at her eyes that were trembling slightly because of nervousness and excitement.
The heartbeat started to accelerate.
Just wanted to say something.
Zhang Yan suddenly stood up on her toes and closed her eyes.
The cool and soft lips touched his cheek gently, like feathers.
The air seemed to have solidified at this moment, and only the river breeze was still blowing gently.
At this moment, in Zhang Yan’s sight.
The whole world is shrouded in dazzling golden light.
She felt that she had really transformed and became a "Super Saiyan".
Finally, she returned the "power" he lent her in the most direct and brave way.
She felt the breath on his body, as if she had finally met the young man she had been chasing for more than ten years.
The lips left the cheek a little bit, making an undetectable sound.
Zhang Yan breathed out softly, as if she had lost all her courage and strength.
She stumbled in her steps, her face instantly turned red, her eyes dodge in panic, and she never dared to look at Tang Song again.
"That, that - it's already - it's almost 11 o'clock, I, I'm going back -"
She turned around suddenly, like a frightened rabbit, lowered her head, and almost fled to the roadside.
"Step, step, step"
Steady footsteps sounded from behind.
"I will take you back." Tang Song's voice was intimate and gentle, with a meaning that could not be refused.
Zhang Yan’s body stiffened and she hesitated: “No, no need, it’s very late, I can do it myself—”
Before she could finish her words, a warm hand stretched out again and held her hand tightly.
Tang Song held her hand regardless and stopped a taxi on the side of the road.
In the carriage, dim lights shrouded the two figures.
Zhang Yan lowered her head and turned sideways, wishing she could curl up into a ball and hide in the gap in the seat.
Zhang Yan, who just completed the transformation and became a "Super Saiyan", seems to have fallen again.
Tang Song leaned on the back of the chair and looked at her with a smile on his lips.
Along the way, the air was unusually quiet.
The car slowly stopped at the gate of Lanxinyuan Community.
Tang Song sent her downstairs to the unit.
The two of them stood under the familiar dim street lamp, relatively speechless.
The atmosphere was not as awkward as before, but instead had a subtle warmth.
"I will go to the company to resign tomorrow." Zhang Yan finally mustered up the courage and broke the silence, "Then I will go to the hospital. The test results should be out soon. I have to evaluate the surgery in the next few days, so I may have to wait a few days to go to work."
She kept her head down when she said this, as if she was reporting her schedule.
"Well, don't worry, just take care of the matters at hand first." Tang Song's voice was gentle, and he couldn't help but reached out and rubbed her head.
Zhang Yan’s hair is very smooth, standard clavicle hair with a slight natural curvature, and feels great to the touch.
It was so comfortable that he didn’t want to let go.
Zhang Yan’s body froze slightly and she bit her lip, but did not move away.
"Tell me when you leave Yangcheng." She whispered, with a hint of imperceptible dependence in her tone.
"Well, don't worry." Tang Song's hand slipped down and patted her shoulder gently, "I will definitely visit you and your aunt before leaving."
"Thank you, Tang Song, these days——"
"No need to tell me thank you."
There was another silence, leaving only the "rustling" sound made by the evening wind blowing through the tall banyan trees in the old community.
"I, I'm going up." Zhang Yan finally couldn't hold on, she lowered her head shyly, her voice as thin as a mosquito's chirping.
"Zhang Yan."
Tang Song suddenly called her.
"Huh? What's wrong?" She slowly raised her head as if she had been awakened.
The warm color of the street lamp cast a gentle light in his deep eyes.
He is so good-looking.
Zhang Yan’s hands were subconsciously clasped behind her back, her fingertips nervously twisting.
"I like you."
His voice was very soft, but it directly penetrated all Zhang Yan's defenses and hit her heart hard.
Those beautiful almond eyes became dull and hazy, losing focus instantly.
Immediately afterwards, his face became bigger and bigger in her pupils.
Occupies her entire world.
Zhang Yan’s long eyelashes trembled and she subconsciously stepped back.
There was a strong and powerful hand on her waist, holding her firmly in place.
The hot breath sprayed on the face, itching.
His clean breath enveloped her.
Zhang Yan closed her eyes hard, her eyelashes trembling slightly, waiting for the moist touch on her cheeks.
My mind is filled with what Tang and Song Dynasties just said.
He likes me. He likes me. This is more unreal than any dream.
However, the next second, there was a warm sucking on the lips.
"Ming Yi's unexpected low hum escaped from his throat and was swallowed up by his lips and teeth.
Zhang Yan opened her eyes incredulously, filled with shock and confusion.
Tang Song kissed her lips gently, breathing in Zhang Yan's unique scent of shower gel.
He could clearly feel the stiffness of her body and the uncontrollable slight trembling, and he could also feel the softness and greenness of her lips.
The feeling of kissing at this moment is very much like the sunny, carefree summer afternoon in my memory.
Pure, clean, with a hint of palpitating, clumsy sweetness.
This made him feel a strong desire for protection and possessiveness.
Zhang Yan’s mind went blank, and her body became hot and soft.
Her fingers unconsciously tightened the hem of his clothes, her legs became weak, and she leaned against his strong chest.
The world began to spin.
Countless gorgeous fireworks exploded in front of her eyes.