Upon hearing Tang Song's playful remark, Lin Muxue's deliberately cool expression finally couldn't hold.
With a "pfft," she burst into laughter, her sexy body swaying from side to side.
Looking at the fake socialite, so different in demeanor from the beautician, Tang Song's breath quickened.
He held the stem of the beautician's wine glass and gestured towards her.
With a low and magnetic voice, he said, "Xue, come here."
Lin Muxue bit her lip, looking at the two entwined people, not only did she refrain from approaching, but she even retreated two steps with a light laugh.
"You two carry on, I'm hungry and going to grab a bite first," she said.
She pointed towards the restaurant, where the table was already set with wine and a lavish spread of exquisite dishes.
After all, it's not the office now, and as his girlfriend, being willful occasionally might make her boyfriend care more about her.
Having said that, she provocatively winked at Tang Song.
