How could anyone have no thoughts at all when facing a guy like Tang Song.
Zhao Yaqian, holding a jar of radish kimchi, said with a smile, "I'll keep it at home, so Brother Song can taste it when he comes over."
Upon hearing this, Lin Muxue's eyes flickered, and she felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart.
The beautician has really made great progress.
"Oh right!" Zhao Yaqian tilted her head, said expectantly, "I haven't given Brother Song the Van Cleef & Arpels ring I bought last time. His hands are so beautiful; wearing it will definitely look good!"
...
Yan City High-speed Railway Station.
A black Mercedes-Benz business car was parked in the ground parking lot.
Qin Hua was half-reclining on the seat of the second row, wearing sunglasses, with her legs crossed, spinning an exquisite small black gift box in her hand.
The faint sound of the seat massage made the car interior seem even more tranquil.
