CHAPTER 1050: CHAPTER 420: HOT POT, BEER, GUITAR, EARLY AUTUMN (PART 3)

Quickly took a shower, dried her hair, Cheng Qiuyu wrapped in a bath towel, slipped into her room.

After picking and choosing in the wardrobe for a good while, she finally changed into a satisfactory outfit.

Sitting at the desk, she applied simple makeup and tidied her hair.

Looking at her refreshed self in the mirror, Cheng Qiuyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She slung her bag over her shoulder, grabbed her helmet, and quickly headed downstairs.

In the sky, the dark color gradually spread like ripples, swallowing the remnants of light bit by bit.

"Buzz buzz buzz—"

The white Suzuki sport bike lit up its lights, cutting through the darkness, weaving through the busy streets.

...

Star Garden Community.

"Jiahong, did you put the lamb slices in the freezer?" Yao Lingling asked without looking up while slicing potatoes.

"Done, oh right Lingling, can Tang Song eat cilantro?"

"Dunno, prepare some just in case he likes it."

...

The center of the living room was cleared, and a dining table was set up.

On top of it was a dual-section hot pot.

Soon, a variety of fresh ingredients were laid out on the table.

Potato slices, enoki mushrooms, tofu skin, fish balls, beef tripe, crown daisy...

"All set!" Yao Lingling arranged some lettuce leaves with beef slices into a beautiful plate, a joyful smile on her face.

Zhang Jiahong teased, "There’s still one last step."

Yao Lingling blinked, "What do you mean?"

Li Shumin patted her back and laughed teasingly, "Didn’t he say it? It doesn’t matter about the good wine and meat, but there must be Big Butt Lingling in yoga pants sitting next to him!"

"Oh you! You’re the one with the big butt!" Yao Lingling jumped in and pinned her down, starting to tickle her.

"Ring ring ring—" A phone rang.

[Tang Song]

Yao Lingling quickly released Li Shumin and answered the call, "Hello, where are you, Senior?"

"Oh oh, okay okay, bye bye."

After hanging up, Yao Lingling dropped a "I’m going to change clothes" and dashed into her room.

Zhang Jiahong and Li Shumin exchanged a glance and burst into laughter simultaneously.

A few minutes later.

Wearing a T-shirt and tight gym pants, Yao Lingling came out, looking fierce and said, "What’s so funny, yeah I have a big butt, you guys being jealous is useless! Hmph!"

Just as she finished speaking.

"Knock knock knock—" A rhythmic knocking echoed.

Then, a magnetic voice came from the doorway, "Junior, open the door."

"Coming! Coming!" Yao Lingling shouted excitedly, quickly going to the door.

As the door slowly opened.

A familiar silhouette appeared in view.

Wearing a high-quality long-sleeve T-shirt and casual pants, making his posture seem all the more tall and sturdy.

Looking at that handsome face, recalling the "nude photo" Tang Song sent in the morning, Yao Lingling’s legs went weak.

"Senior."

"Hello, Lingling." Tang Song raised his hand slightly, his gaze subtly but surely directed at her lower half.

I must say, this junior really has something going on in the back!

In those tight pants, her charm just skyrocketed!

Noticing Tang Song’s gaze, Yao Lingling blushed instantly, awkwardly clasping her hands in front of her, "Please come in, Senior."

Tang Song nodded and stepped into the living room.

"Good evening, Jiahong, Minmin."

"Senior."

"Good evening, Senior." Zhang Jiahong took a deep breath, bowed seriously, "Thank you, Senior, for referring me to Huashang Clothing, I just found out today, really really thank you!"

"No need to be so formal, you aren’t calling me Senior for nothing, you know." Tang Song laughed, patting her shoulder, "Keep it up, become an outstanding fashion designer as soon as possible, just like Lingling."

Hearing this, Yao Lingling quickly raised her hand in agreement, "Senior is right!"

Laughter erupted in the living room at that moment.

"Senior, have a seat here, Qiuqiu will take a little while to arrive, let’s sit and wait. What would you like to drink, Coke? Beer? Juice?"

"Didn’t drive today, so beer."

"Yay! Let’s drink!" Yao Lingling took a pack of Budweiser beer from the fridge, opened it, and handed everyone a can. "Come on, let’s first toast the senior, thanks to him for arranging a job for Jiahong!"

"Clink—"

"Clink—"

The beer tabs were pulled open, and the foamy bubbles popped out.

"Cheers!" "Cheers! To the senior!"

With the clinking of beer bottles, the cold, slightly bitter liquid flowed into the mouth, the atmosphere becoming more and more pleasant.

The four of them chatted while they gathered in the bright living room, clinking glasses and drinking.

Soon, half of the beer in their hands was gone.

Seeing that Qiuqiu still hadn’t arrived, Yao Lingling giggled and took down a guitar from the living room shelf.

"There’s no subway where we live, and it’s Friday night, Qiuqiu must be stuck on the road. Let’s have Jiahong perform a song for us to liven things up!"

After saying that, Yao Lingling directly tossed the guitar to Zhang Jiahong.

Zhang Jiahong didn’t shy away, picking up the guitar casually and strumming away.

The "ding ding dong dong" sound of the guitar, accompanied by crisp singing, added a lovely touch to this lively night.

Sitting back in his chair, Tang Song’s face beamed with a bright smile.

People are social animals, and drinking, chatting, and singing with these cheerful and lively junior girls is indeed a relaxing and fun thing to do.

He truly treated them as friends.

Looking at Tang Song’s pleasant smile and attentive gaze.

Yao Lingling was suddenly overwhelmed with enthusiasm, taking the guitar from Zhang Jiahong and moving her chair next to Tang Song.

With a cheerful smile, she said, "I’ll sing one for you too, senior!"

The scent of a young girl mixed with the fragrance of shampoo filled his nose as Tang Song nodded with a smile, "Sure."

After she finished speaking, she hugged the guitar tightly, fingered a few chords slowly, her movements slightly unrefined and somewhat clumsy.

Yao Lingling blushed, scratching her head in embarrassment, "I rushed it, haha. I haven’t played the guitar for two or three years, but I play piano really well, I’ll show you someday, senior."

She had just had a few drinks and couldn’t resist trying to show off in front of Tang Song when she saw his admiring gaze toward Zhang Jiahong.

She forgot that her guitar skills were not up to par.

Seeing Yao Lingling’s silly, awkward look, Tang Song burst into laughter.

Then, Zhang Jiahong and Li Shumin also joined in the laughter.

"You guys... Oh! Stop laughing!" Yao Lingling felt utterly embarrassed, not daring to look at Tang Song.

Tang Song directly took the guitar from her arms, looking at Yao Lingling, confidently and casually said, "What song do you want to hear? I’ll sing."

"Uh..." Yao Lingling blinked, curiously asked, "Senior, you play guitar too?"

She knew Tang Song sang beautifully, and was great at sketching, but hadn’t really heard him mention playing any instruments.

"Of course, want to hear?" Tang Song raised his eyebrows.

"I do!" Yao Lingling’s eyes instantly sparkled, "Just the song I was playing, ’I’m Fine’, I really like that song."

Tang Song made an OK gesture, leaned back in his chair, lazily and casually holding the guitar.

With a hint of alcohol, feeling the cool breeze of early autumn, his long, graceful fingers strummed the guitar.

Crisp and pleasant notes leaped out like lively elves, quickly filling the living room.

The three junior girls’ eyes widened instantly, their mouths gaping.

They were all art students, aside from painting, they had some knowledge of vocal music.

Among their classmates, many were involved in the music industry, so naturally, they could hear Tang Song’s guitar skills.

Definitely professional level, even exceeding the teachers at school.

Just then.

"Knock knock knock" sounded at the door.

Yao Lingling quickly came to her senses and whispered, "It’s Qiuqiu."

"I’ll get the door." Zhang Jiahong quickly stood up and hurried to the door.

Soon, the door opened.

Qiuqiu walked in wearing a cropped black base layer and tight jeans.

Carrying a bag of fruit with her left hand, holding a helmet in her right.

It was obvious she rushed to get here, her hair a bit messy, with a sheen of sweat on her forehead.

Exchanging glances, Tang Song nodded smiling at the incoming Qiuqiu, his clear and magnetic voice sounded.

"♪BGM: Remember your favorite hobbies, the dishes and drinks you like, habitual actions along with the smiles..."

On the early autumn night, with the windows open, the cool evening breeze brushing in.

High nose bridge, superior brows and eyes, clear lip line, combined with the atmosphere of the moment, formed a captivating scene.

Looking at the scene before her, Cheng Qiuyu’s gaze gradually blurred.