Chapter 55 The B&B: "Do you like it?"
In one corner of the sofa, one person sat cross-legged on the sofa, while the other sat on the rug in front of the sofa.
The hairdryer whirred, their hair tangled together, and they chatted softly, like an old married couple who had been together for a long time.
Tang Yi flipped through his short hair with one hand and held a hairdryer in the other, saying, "It's such a long holiday and I'm so bored at home. How about we find somewhere to go tomorrow?"
Zhang Minglang looked up at her and said, "No, you can't walk."
Tang Yi said, "I'm really fine now. I just suddenly felt a little pain. Didn't you... apply the medicine for me?"
Her voice trailed off as she inevitably recalled the scene of the man applying medicine to her by the sofa.
The air from the hairdryer was too hot, so she reached out and turned the temperature down.
Zhang Minglang thought for a moment, but couldn't come up with any travel destinations in mind. He asked, "Is there anywhere you particularly want to go?"
Tang Yi shook her head: "No, not really. I just saw on my WeChat Moments that several friends went out to play. Cheng He even posted a picture of the airport, and I liked it."
Zhang Minglang raised his voice and hummed in response, expressing his confusion: "You liked it? I didn't see it?"
He tried to reach for the phone, but it was charging on the coffee table and a bit far from him, so he gave up.
Tang Yi didn't seem to care: "It's probably a WeChat bug."
She brushed Zhang Minglang's hair aside one last time, patted his shoulder, and handed him the hairdryer: "Okay, it's done. Put the hairdryer back where it was."
Zhang Minglang reached out and grasped the hand on her shoulder, tilting his head back to encourage her: "You should go wash your hair too, I want to blow-dry your hair for you."
Tang Yi pulled her hand away: "I don't need you to blow-dry my hair. It's too long and takes too much time."
Zhang Minglang drawled out an "Ah," and said, "But I want to chat with you."
When Tang Yi went into the bathroom to wash her hair, she had never felt so soft-hearted and easy to talk to.
So the two switched places, and Zhang Minglang finally got to stroke Tang Yi's hair. Her hair was very well-maintained, and as he blow-dried it down, there were almost no knots.
Tang Yi looked down at her phone, searching for nearby tourist cities, while Zhang Minglang offered suggestions from time to time behind her. Remembering something, she switched to a ticketing app, swiped a couple of times, and sighed, "All the tickets are sold out. This is during the National Day holiday. We should have planned earlier."
Zhang Minglang snorted twice: "Who told you to take the assessment so slowly?"
Tang Yi paused for a second or two before realizing that he was referring to her not being with him sooner.
She scoffed, held up her phone, and saw the screen filled with "Sold Out." She asked, "What do we do now? Should we still go?"
Zhang Minglang didn't look up; he was focused on drying her hair, afraid that the hairdryer might burn her scalp if he held it too close. He said lazily, "Don't worry about the tickets, and don't worry about the hotel either. I have a way."
"What can you do? Do you have a private jet?" She couldn't stop laughing at the thought of it, her shoulders shaking. "Like those brainless CEO novels, where someone just waves their hand and a private jet appears?"
Zhang Minglang moved the hairdryer away from her hair a little before smiling with relief: "What are you thinking? Private jet flights require approval, otherwise it's considered illegal. But your boyfriend is a CEO, so he has enough connections to book a room and get a ticket."
Tang Yi finally managed to stop laughing and suggested, "How about we find a small town nearby and enjoy the natural scenery? We could even drive there ourselves."
As she spoke, she picked up her phone and continued searching.
Zhang Minglang dried the last strand of her hair, then carefully wound up the hairdryer cord and placed it securely on the carpet before bending down to find a spot for Tang Yi.
They finally decided on a small town not far from City A, and would drive there, setting off tomorrow. There were guesthouses there, and Tang Yi, true to her profession, wanted to get all the reservations sorted out in one go so she could have a peaceful trip tomorrow.
However, Zhang Minglang held down her phone, saying it was getting late and she should go to sleep.
He said, "You've been my secretary for so long, how about I be your secretary this time?"
Tang Yi wasn't at ease with him: "You can plan a trip?"
Tang Yi is an extreme J person. Although she has never taken the time to take a personality test, she has at least remembered a little bit of it because she hears Xu Xiaoxiao talking to her every day about how she is a J person.
Her world was full of rules and regulations, and having everything in order made her happy. However, based on her long-term understanding of Zhang Minglang, she believed that he was definitely not a so-called "J person," at least not the complete opposite of herself.
But Zhang Minglang patted his chest and assured him, "I will definitely do my best!"
Tang Yi simply went with him.
She was a little sleepy and got up to go to sleep. But the man behind her still didn't have a chance to rest.
Tang Yi asked, her hands clasped together, "Guest room or sofa, you choose."
Zhang Minglang didn't try to make jokes about the issue. He chose the sofa.
Tang Yi turned around and brought over a cup, placing it on the sofa for him. Zhang Minglang grabbed a corner of the cup and asked with a grin, "Have you ever used this as a cover? If you have, I'll use it."
Tang Yi called him a pervert.
The two lingered for a while longer before Tang Yi said she couldn't stay awake any longer and wanted to sleep. Zhang Minglang had no choice but to reluctantly let her go.
He called out to her retreating figure, "Remember to lock the door," then lay down on the sofa with peace of mind and snuggled under the covers.
He turned off the ceiling light above his head, reached out and turned on a small desk lamp, and began to seriously search for strategy guides.
Whether it was because she had experienced too much during the day or because her hair was warm from the wind, Tang Yi slept very well.
She threw back the covers, got up, and opened the door, only to realize she'd forgotten to lock it. Tang Yi stood frozen in front of the door for at least five minutes, lost in thought.
Her phone's lock screen displayed a message Zhang Minglang had sent her ten minutes earlier, waking her up.
Tang Yi looked down at her phone and smiled.
That idiot, how can you wake someone up by sending a message?
The next second, there was a soft knock on the door, and Zhang Minglang's voice came through the door, sounding muffled.
"Tang Yi? Get up, I brought back breakfast."
return?
Tang Yi raised her eyebrows, pressed the doorknob, and opened the door. Zhang Minglang, who was outside, was clearly startled as well. After recovering, he looked at Tang Yi's plain face and couldn't help but lean over and kiss the small black mole on her cheek.
Zhang Minglang waved the takeout bag in his hand and smiled at her: "You're awake? Wash up and come have breakfast."
Tang Yi, distracted by his interruption, forgot about the sudden kiss. She glanced down at her watch and asked as she walked out, "Where did you come from so early in the morning?"
Zhang Minglang said, "I went back to my house to pack my luggage. After you finish eating, go pack yours, and I'll put it in the trunk for you. Then we'll set off."
Tang Yi reached out to pull out a chair, but Zhang Minglang stepped forward first, pulled it out for her, and even bowed to make a gesture of invitation.
Tang Yi found it amusing: "Secretary Zhang gets into character so quickly?"
Zhang Minglang readily accepted the title and expressed his satisfaction. For some reason, calling him that made him feel closer to him than "President Zhang" made him feel more at ease.
The two quickly finished their breakfast and boarded the bus to the water town. Due to traffic, the journey, which should have taken only two or three hours, was stretched to four or five hours.
Fortunately, Zhang Minglang had anticipated this outcome and had prepared some snacks and bread in the car to satisfy his cravings in the meantime.
The two arrived at the water town around 2 p.m.
Tang Yi opened the door and stepped out of the car, taking a deep breath. The town lived up to its name, surrounded by water on all sides, with green tiles and blue bricks. Small bridges, neither long nor wide, spanned the shimmering water, and even the air was filled with moisture, making one feel relaxed.
Zhang Minglang pushed two suitcases, blocking Tang Yi's hand from reaching out to pull the handle.
He said, "Who helps their secretary carry their luggage, right, Mr. Tang?"
Reversing the Heavenly Stems.
After several unsuccessful attempts to resist him, Tang Yi had no choice but to let him push her along.
Zhang Minglang chose the guesthouse. To be honest, Tang Yi really didn't have to worry about anything this time; she left everything to him to arrange.
Therefore, it wasn't until they entered the guesthouse lobby and the receptionist asked for their ID cards that Tang Yi belatedly remembered to ask, "How many rooms did you book?"
Zhang Minglang raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "With your reaction speed, I'd have tricked you and you'd still be helping me count the money."
The receptionist, seeing the two pleasing-looking people, smiled and handed them their ID cards: "Please keep your ID cards safe. This is your room key. Your room is on the second floor."
Zhang Minglang stuffed his ID card into his pocket, carrying a suitcase in each hand. The veins on his arms bulged, making him look exceptionally sexy.
Thinking this, Tang Yi stretched out a finger and gently scratched it with her thin nail.
Zhang Minglang, who was going up the stairs ahead, felt a strange sensation, and goosebumps rose all over his body. He steadied himself and said in a hurried and muffled voice, "Tang Yi."
The two short words sounded like a warning.
Tang Yi nonchalantly withdrew her hand and laughed, "With your level of stress tolerance, you still dare to book a room?"
The wooden stairs felt solid underfoot. The two of them climbed the narrow stairs to the second floor. Zhang Minglang put down his suitcase at the door, bent down to open the door, and then stepped aside to let her in, his voice laced with rage: "Take a good look at how many rooms there are."
Tang Yi squeezed through the gap between the two suitcases and realized that the guesthouse was really big and spacious. Although it was only one room, it had two small rooms inside, complete with a bathtub, refrigerator, and washing machine, making it feel like a small apartment.
After patrolling around and checking one of the rooms, Tang Yi wanted to tell Zhang Minglang that she would be staying in that room that day.
However, as soon as she closed the door and turned around, a strong arm tightly wrapped around her waist.
That was the arm she had just found sexy, the one with the bulging veins.
Just as Tang Yi opened her mouth to say something, Zhang Minglang leaned in and sealed her lips with a kiss.
The act of opening his mouth provided him with immense convenience. Unlike before, Zhang Minglang held her waist firmly, cupped the back of her head with one hand, and sucked on her soft lips.
Tang Yi is always stubborn, but her words are soft.
Zhang Minglang forced her back step by step. Even though he felt her grip on his neck tighten and her fingernails digging deeper into his flesh, he still refused to let go as if punishing her, stealing her breath.
When the kiss ended and their lips parted, Zhang Minglang was panting, as if he had just carried a large suitcase for two people up and down ten times.
I'm not as breathless.
Tang Yi's feet felt unsteady, and she was supported only by the arm that was hooked around his neck.
However, her gaze lingered on his eyes, and her voice was like sticky honey: "Have you noticed that you seem to become a different person when we kiss?"
Zhang Minglang, panting, his eyes glazed, and his voice hoarse, asked, "Do you like it?"
His response was a silent upturn of Tang Yi's lips, followed by a kiss that was more direct than words.
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