Chapter 237 Song Tang is exhausted
At noon, the two of them had Western food at the Huamei Western Restaurant as agreed upon earlier.
After dinner, the two walked to the street art area on Central Avenue, where many street painters were painting portraits for people.
Song Tang excitedly pulled Zhao Zihong to shuttle between the painters' stalls. The brush in each painter's hand seemed to have a soul, and they painted the tourists so vividly that they were almost like photographs.
"Hurry up, let's pick a painter and take a picture." Song Tang was very enthusiastic about these new things that she had never experienced before.
Finally, they chose a booth owned by an old man with gray hair. Song Tang and Zhao Zihong each painted a portrait of a single person, and the two also painted a group photo.
The long wait caused my neck to become a little sore, but the result was wonderful. Even the painter kept praising Song Tang for her beauty, which made him perform beyond his normal level.
Looking at his own portrait on the paper, as well as the one with Zhao Zihong, Song Tang nodded with satisfaction.
"It's really beautiful. It would be great if everyone was here so we could draw a group one together."
Zhao Zihong also nodded as she looked at the painting in her hand. Song Tang was really handsome. She hadn't noticed it much after spending so much time with him every day, but after painting his portrait today, she felt the impact of Song Tang's beauty again.
"It doesn't matter. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."
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In one afternoon, the two of them explored almost all of Central Avenue, and finally walked to the northernmost end of the street, the Flood Control Victory Memorial Tower.
This place is close to the bank of the Songhua River. There is a huge semicircular square with columns supporting a beam around it, and a memorial tower standing tall in the middle of the square.
The two walked to the Flood Control Victory Memorial Tower, took a group photo, and listened to the great stories of the flood fighting heroes.
Next to it is the Stalin Park. The old ladies and old men in the park have a high level of artistic skills. Some are singing and dancing, and some are playing accordion accompaniment. Song Tang watched with interest for a long time until Zhao Zihong pulled her away.
The two ran to the Songhua River and took a sightseeing cruise to take in the scenery of the ice city on both sides of the Songhua River.
In winter, the ice city gets dark very early, and the lights on both sides of the Songhua River are already on. After getting off the boat, Song Tang and Zhao Zihong went to West Third Street on Central Avenue to eat the old chef's sweet and sour pork.
Throughout the day, Song Tang didn't feel it while playing, but after the fun was over, he felt that his legs were almost as soft as noodles.
Fortunately, the two of them had walked back a distance in advance in order to eat.
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Sitting in the Audi driven by Qiongying, Song Tang no longer had the energy to speak. He tilted his head and leaned on the shoulder of Zhao Zihong beside him.
Zhao Zihong felt the weight on his shoulders, smiled slightly, turned his head to look at Song Tang's fluffy little head, and sighed at how thick his hair was.
Zhao Zihong was also a little tired at this moment. He didn't know whether to live or die when playing, and he felt worse than death after playing.
Qiongying and other bodyguards are really good at remembering the way while driving. Zhao Zihong, who had his eyes closed to rest, only felt the car slowly stop. When he opened his eyes and looked out the window, he found that he had arrived at the gate of his community.
And Qiongying turned around from the driver's seat and looked at them with a smile.
Zhao Zihong turned her head slightly and found that Song Tang had fallen asleep, and she was sleeping soundly. It seemed that she was really exhausted from touring Central Avenue today.
Zhao Zihong gave Qiongying a slight signal, and Qiongying got out of the car and walked to the other side of the back seat to open the door. The two of them worked together to slowly lay the sleeping Song Tang down on the back seat.
After closing the car door gently, Zhao Zihong rubbed his aching shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief. Although Song Tang is not very old, he is not that light-headed.
Qiongying asked Zhao Zihong with a smile: "Are you okay? Is your shoulder okay?" Among Song Tang's roommates, the one she liked the most was Zhao Zihong. Maybe it was because his personality was similar to her when she was young.
"It's not a big problem. It will be fine after a while. Fortunately, I didn't wake her up." Zhao Zihong moved his shoulders slightly.
Opening the trunk of the Audi, they found all the spoils from their stroll along Central Avenue today.
Zhao Zihong took out the things that belonged to him and held them in his hands. Just as he was about to say hello and goodbye to Qiongying, he saw two cars slowly approaching from a distance.
It was the Rolls-Royce stretched Phantom and another Audi A6L that Zhou Jing and her friends were driving.
Zhao Zihong smiled slightly. There was no need to worry about Song Tang’s safety when he fell asleep.
After saying hello to Qiongying in front of him, he waved goodbye to the other two cars in a chic manner. When Zhao Zihong turned around, she saw Zhou Jing who had opened the door and got out of the car, smiling and waving goodbye to her.
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The convoy that stopped steadily in front of the R&F Building attracted a lot of attention.
Carefully opening the back door of the Audi, Qiongying leaned in and gently carried the sleeping Song Tang out.
Zhou Jing, Zhao Qi and Zhao Rui were moved by his relaxed attitude.
Especially Zhou Jing, she once carried Song Tang back to the bedroom when he fell asleep in the living room. She clearly remembered that she was exhausted.
At this time, Qiongying bent over and leaned into the car to carry Song Tang out. Her terrifying core strength in the waist and abdomen was too abnormal.
Qiongying took the lead, holding the sleeping Song Tang, while Zhao Qi and Zhao Rui ran in front, opened the door and pressed the elevator button.
After parking their cars, the others followed. This scene made the people in the R&F Building curious. This young lady was being carried back and forth even though she was asleep. If it were an ordinary person, they would have been woken up and walked on their own.
Qiongying didn't feel any effort holding Song Tang along the way, and even had the leisure to secretly look at the young lady sleeping in her arms.
Song Tang is usually pretty and cute enough in her normal state, and she is even more well-behaved when she is asleep.
The sweet and soft little appearance, the peaceful sleeping face, and the occasional pouting mouth all made Qiongying feel like she was holding a little dumpling.
The suite manager who had received the news in advance had already trotted over to greet them. But before he could get close, Zhou Jing made a hushing gesture, stopping him from coming forward to say hello.
It was only then that the housekeeper realized that Miss Song was sleeping soundly in the arms of the female bodyguard. He quickly took over Zhao Qi and Zhao Rui's job, walking in front of everyone to lead the way.
It was not until they arrived at Song Tang's presidential suite that Wei Wu and the others did not follow him in. They also stopped the suite manager outside and waited with him. Only Qiongying carried Song Tang in, followed by Zhou Jing, Zhao Qi and Zhao Rui.
After entering the house, Qiongying was led into the bedroom by Zhou Jing. She gently placed the sleeping Song Tang on the bed and turned to leave.
The next task of changing Song Tang's clothes was for Zhou Jing, Zhao Qi and Zhao Rui.
Song Tang was sleeping soundly, and Zhou Jing and the others were very gentle, and it took them a lot of effort to change Song Tang into pajamas.
Song Tang was a little drowsy in the middle of the sleep, but not completely awake yet. Occasionally, he cooperated with Zhou Jing and the others by raising his arms and turning over, and then he muttered a few words in his sleep and continued to sleep.
Zhou Jing, Zhao Qi and Zhao Rui, who were both very tired, were watching this and felt at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Zhou Jing knew that her young lady had not woken up at all and it was just a subconscious action.
She still remembered that earlier, Song Tang was a light sleeper, often waking up at the slightest noise. But now Song Tang was a deep sleeper, and ordinary noises and sounds had no effect on her at all, not to mention that she was exhausted from playing today.
Song Tang was sleeping soundly here, while Zhao Zihong was talking to her parents who had just returned home about some interesting things that happened during the day's outing. The house was bustling with activity.
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