One Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty-Eight Love Is Incurable (Part 2)

However, her running speed was no match for Tang Yu's.   Before she could even climb two steps, she was picked up by a pair of long arms from behind. The homework books in her hands were scattered all over the floor, but no one cared about it now. Tang Yu carried her and went straight to his bedroom.

Before she could react, she was thrown on the bed. Song Zhixing was so scared that she wanted to get up from the bed, but Tang Yu held her waist with one hand and fixed her on the bed. She was like a jumping fish, but was pressed on the chopping board and was waiting to be slaughtered. She was so pitiful.

"Second uncle, I was wrong!" Before Tang Yu could speak, Song Zhixing had already begged for mercy in a soft voice.

"What's wrong?" Tang Yu liked her attitude of admitting her mistakes, but when he thought that this little thing not only kept the love letter given to her by others, but also dared to lie to him and made him happy for nothing, his face never improved.

"I shouldn't have lied, I shouldn't have lied to you that the love letter was for you." Song Zhixing lay on the bed, confessing earnestly.

His eyebrows jumped, "What else?"

"..." Song Zhixing thought seriously, "Second Uncle, that love letter was not written by me, it was written to me by Xi Nan."

"So what? Are you showing off?" Tang Yu looked at her sinisterly.

"Of course not!" Song Zhixing denied it crisply. Otherwise, her butt would definitely be in trouble now.

He raised his eyebrows.

Song Zhixing said, "I haven't read the letter myself."

"You sound very regretful." Tang Yu picked her up from the bed, "So, keep it, and plan to read it every day?"

"I don't mean to keep it. I put it in my homework book and plan to return it to him when we meet one day - I don't want to fall in love with him." She said the last sentence very seriously. As if she was afraid that Tang Yu would not believe it, she kept staring at him.

Tang Yu looked at her for a while, got up, and knocked on the desk in the room, "Come and sit down."

Song Zhixing looked at him inexplicably.

He had already taken a pen and a stack of official stationery from the drawer, "No need to return the love letter, just write a new one to respond to him."

Song Zhixing looked at him and felt that there was no possibility of her refusing. Well! She had to refuse anyway, and it would be more embarrassing to say it in person. So, she sat down at the desk,

took a pen and prepared to write quickly. Tang Yu sat down at the head of the bed, took a financial magazine and flipped through it casually, and said slowly: "Read while writing."

"...Oh." Song Zhixing was very unhappy, but she still agreed obediently. What a domineering man! She'd better not provoke him!

Song Zhixing thought for a moment, and began to write while reading: "Xinan, hello. Thank you for appreciating me and thank you for liking me. You are a very good boy. You used to help me review my homework and solve academic problems, and you were always very patient. Moreover, you are very smart. Not only me, but all the girls in our class admire you very much..."

Appreciate?

Tang Yu looked deep, "Are you trying to reject him?"

How come he didn't hear it at all!

"Second uncle, when you were in school, you didn't study Chinese well, did you?" Song Zhixing turned his little face and 'educated' him seriously, "I'm about to turn around, this is called first praise and then deprecation."

Then, he read again, "But, I'm very sorry, the last love letter incident may have made you misunderstand me. In fact, I don't have any intention of falling in love now. It's a pity!"

"Okay, I'm done!" Song Zhixing put away the pen and resignedly handed it to Tang Yu for inspection. Tang Yu took the letter paper, took the pen again, and directly drew a few lines on the letter paper, and then added a few strokes himself.

When Song Zhixing was doubtful, he returned it to her, "Copy it again according to this template."

She looked at it and her lips twitched.

In the midst of praise and repression, the words of the first word were completely crossed out by him. The last sentence "I don't have any mood to fall in love now" was changed to "I already have someone I like now, and I have made up my mind to spend my life with him, and I will not marry anyone else."

Song Zhixing's lips twitched. If it is written like this, it is better to say that it is a love letter to the second uncle than a response to rejecting the confession.

"You still don't write it?" Tang Yu glanced at her. Song Zhixing was forced by his coercion to copy the template again. It was obviously copied, and it was not written by herself, but after reading it carefully once, she felt extremely embarrassed.

What do you mean by spending your life with him and marrying him? She is only 18 years old now, and she has never even been in love, so how can she think about getting married.

But what would it be like to marry the second uncle? Song Zhixing looked at the letter, and her mind was possessed, and she began to imagine such a picture. When the church appeared in front of her and he appeared in her fantasy in a formal suit, she suddenly woke up and slapped her face.

Is she suffering from hypochondria? Second uncle just asked her to write like this, not really getting married!

"Okay." She regained her mind and handed the letter to him for inspection again. Tang Yu glanced at it, and his face looked much better. He tore off the letter himself, folded it, and threw it on the bedside table beside him.

Song Zhixing didn't understand his action, "Second uncle, you give it to me? Then how can I give it to Xi Nan?"

He put down the magazine in his hand, stretched out his hand to hold the backrest of the chair, and gently pulled it. The pulley rolled, and she was pulled over with the chair. The two people's faces suddenly approached each other. Song Zhixing felt dangerous and subconsciously wanted to dodge and retreat to a safe distance, but Tang Yu's big hand grabbed the back of her head and did not give her room to retreat. He just leaned over and looked at her, "When you return my things, you dare to use express delivery. To return his things, you have to be so sincere and deliver them in person?"

Song Zhixing found out-"Second Uncle, you are so petty. It's been such a long time, and you still remember it."

Tang Yu snorted.

Song Zhixing shamelessly spread her palms to him. Tang Yu glanced at her, "What are you doing?"

"That necklace, you should return it to me."

Tang Yu's eyes glanced from her open palms and fell on her face, "You want it when you want it, and throw it away when you don't want it? How can it be so easy."

Song Zhixing felt guilty about what he said. Biting her lip, "Then you won't give it to me?"

"No more."

"No more? What do you mean by no more?"

"Don't you think you don't want it? I threw it away the day I received it."

Song Zhixing was furious when she heard this. "Second uncle, you... that necklace is very expensive, you just threw it away, don't you know that this is a waste of money!"

Tang Yu felt much better when he saw her indignant look. "It was originally a gift customized for you. Since you don't want it, why should I keep it? Give it to another woman?"