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Chapter 144: Chapter 140: Go to His Room Chapter 144: Chapter 140: Go to His Room “Click—”

Opening a can of Budweiser beer.

The cool liquid slid down his throat as Tang Song’s gaze swept over the entire venue.

He couldn’t spot Director Wang, who was holding the cat.

Instead, he found quite a few girls stealing glances at him, some even taking photos.

“Hey, which beauty are you looking at?” Wen Ruan nudged him with her shoulder, “Is it the innocent girl who just brought you the beer? Want me to introduce her to you?”

Tang Song smiled and turned his attention back to her.

She was dressed quite conservatively today.

Sweatpants + a loose T-shirt, which didn’t make her stand out too much.

She had the typical hourglass figure, large-boned, with fuller breasts and hips.

Too loose a top might hide the curves of her waist, making her look a bit robust.

But it still couldn’t hide her sexy and attractive figure.

“After looking all around, Wen Ruan sister is still the prettiest.”

A smile formed on Wen Ruan’s lips, “I admit you have good taste.”

The two chatted quietly among themselves.

The female colleagues occasionally brought over some snacks and desserts, giggling and chatting with Tang Song for a while.

This left Wen Ruan feeling a bit exhausted.

After waiting for a few minutes, Brother Zhang came over with a room card and ID.

Wen Ruan thanked him and greeted her colleagues before leading Tang Song upstairs.

On the dark wooden stairs, Tang Song, following behind, lifted his head slightly and could see Wen Ruan’s plump peach-shaped bottom.

Filling out the loose sweatpants, it looked as full as the moon.

Taking a deep breath, my goodness, this was unbearable!

They reached the quiet third floor.

Wen Ruan suddenly turned back, catching Tang Song staring unblinkingly at her behind.

She covered her mouth with a light laugh, “What’s the matter, little brother? Got some bold ideas all of a sudden?”

Remembering her tease about “bold ideas” from before, Tang Song sincerely replied, “Indeed, I do. Do you want to know what it is, Wen Ruan sister?”

“Oh? How bold? 18?” Wen Ruan raised her eyebrows.

“18? What do you mean?” Tang Song blinked in confusion, his face full of question marks.

Wen Ruan extended her slender index finger subtly pointed toward the area just below his belly.

Seeing the direction of her finger, Tang Song suddenly understood, and his whole body went numb.

He felt the blood rushing and his heartbeat accelerating.

This mature big sister was indeed not something he, a young guy, could handle.

When they arrived at room 311, Wen Ruan crooked her finger at him with a coquettish tone, “Come inside, little brother.”

Tang Song took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The room was a standard one, about 15 square meters, with a small bathroom on the right side of the door.

The furnishings were quite nice, including a TV, a desk, and a kettle.

Wen Ruan tossed the hot water bottle onto the bed and, holding the bouquet, took a deep breath; she couldn’t help exclaiming, “It smells so good, I love it, It’s a pity there’s no vase here; they will probably wilt overnight.”

“Then I will bring you another bunch tomorrow.”

Wen Ruan looked up, suddenly asking, “It was Lili who told you I like tulips, right? And also that I was here?”

Tang Song nodded, “Yes, I heard you were in discomfort, and I was quite worried, so I rushed over.”

Wen Ruan leaned forward slightly, her eyes watery as she looked at him, “Then do you know what tulips symbolize?”

“Um…” Tang Song shook his head awkwardly.

“Universal love, consideration, elegance, wealth. Moreover, tulips of different colors have different symbolism, with red tulips representing a declaration of love.”

“I see,” Tang Song pursed his lips, “I genuinely didn’t know that. Honestly, I know little about flowers; this is my first time buying them for a girl.”

Wen Ruan blinked, her ample figure leaning directly toward him, asking face to face, “Really?”

“Of course, it’s true,” Tang Song’s expression was very sincere.

He hadn’t previously been inclined to ponder these things; having just started dating Qianqian not long ago, he hadn’t developed this awareness.

If not for Hu Mingli’s reminder, he would’ve never thought of giving flowers.

After a long stare, Wen Ruan’s full chest heaved.

Tang Song was captivated and felt the urge to reach out and steady them.

“I believe it’s true.”

Nodding his head, as though Tang Song suddenly remembered something, he picked up his suit jacket and pulled out a warm uterus patch from the pocket, tearing it open and sticking it onto his arm.

“It’s a bit cold; when it gets warmer, I’ll stick it on you.”

Upon hearing this, Wen Ruan’s lips trembled, and she felt overwhelmed with emotion.

Then, Tang Song took out a strip of Ibuprofen from another pocket, his voice tender as he said, “I also brought you pain medication. You ate too many mixed and cold things at lunch; it must be quite painful now. Wait for me.”

After speaking, he stood up, felt the electric kettle, took a disposable paper cup, and poured a cup of water.

He opened the Ibuprofen package and took out two pills.

He handed her the water and the medication, saying, “Ibuprofen is a nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drug, effective in relieving pain by inhibiting prostaglandin synthesis. You can take it as long as your stomach can handle it. However, it won’t work immediately; try to endure a little longer.”

“Thank you,” Wen Ruan bit her lower lip firmly, took it obediently, and swallowed the medication.

Calm on the surface, her heart was in turmoil.

[Ah! You! You! You’re aiming to take my life!]

“I’m going to use the bathroom, wait for me,” Wen Ruan said with a slightly hoarse voice and took the sanitary napkin before leaving.

She closed the bathroom door forcefully.

Leaning against it, Wen Ruan closed her eyes, listening to the strong beats of her own heart.

After a while,

Wen Ruan returned with a calm complexion.

Tang Song peeled the warm patch, now hot to the touch, from his arm.