One Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty-Nine Love Is Incurable (Part 3)

Song Zhixing felt so regretful when she heard that he had really thrown it away. She had been thinking about the necklace for a long time, and it was also a gift from her second uncle for her coming of age. She had only given it to him to vent her anger. Who knew he would do this?

She hung her head, feeling very tired, "Forget it, I'll go back then."

Song Zhixing stood up and was about to leave weakly. Tang Yu grabbed her and sat down next to him on the bed. Just as Song Zhixing was about to ask a question, Tang Yu had already lifted her long hair with one hand, and then, her neck felt cold. She reached out to touch it happily, and when she touched the cherry blossom, her face, which had just been depressed, immediately brightened up, "You didn't throw it away?"

"There won't be a next time. Give it to me next time, and I'll give it to another woman."

When Song Zhixing heard the last sentence, the smile on her face disappeared, and she looked at him with clear eyes, "Second uncle, do you have many women?"

For such a question from her, Tang Yu wanted to scold her for being heartless. For such a long time, his mind was almost entirely on her, where did other women come from?

"What do you think?" He leaned lazily against the head of the bed. His posture was elegant, like a lazy and lurking lion.

"I think..." Song Zhixing thought for a while, "Chengcheng said that men like you are often flirted with by women."

"What kind of man am I?"

Song Zhixing remembered Chen Cheng's "perfect man" and didn't say it out loud, just said: "A man like you, who is not only rich but also so handsome. He must be very popular among women."

"Really?" Tang Yu is definitely not a person who likes to hear compliments. Moreover, he was described by such clichéd and superficial adjectives as "rich" and "handsome". If it was put in the mouth of others, he would really find it difficult to be happy. However, when it came out of this little thing's mouth, the feeling was completely different. The whole body is comfortable and comfortable, which is probably what it means.

"What about you?" Tang Yu asked suddenly.

"What?"

"Since I'm rich and so handsome, do you like me?" Tang Yu asked this question, seemingly asking casually, but his eyes were fixed on her. His eyes seemed to see deep into her heart. Song Zhixing didn't dare to ask whether she liked him or not, because some questions, once asked, the answer would be obvious. However, such an answer made her afraid and afraid to face it.

She stood up and wanted to leave, but Tang Yu hugged her back. Song Zhixing struggled subconsciously, and he grabbed the quilt, wrapped her up, and hugged her to himself.

"Second uncle..." She looked at him in a panic.

"Sleep here tonight." Tang Yu whispered, "You don't want to answer the question just now, or you don't understand it yourself, I won't force you."

Song Zhixing looked at him, his eyes were like a net, trapping her tightly. The original struggling movement gradually stopped. She didn't move again, but let him hold her and lean on his chest. Song Zhixing was very conflicted. Slowly, he stretched out his hands from under the quilt and gently and tentatively hugged Tang Yu. Tang Yu froze for a moment, and his heart was agitated. At this moment, he felt that even if she didn't respond to him, he felt that it was enough to feel her dependence.

"Second uncle, my aunt likes you very much..." She said softly: "My aunt has collected many magazines with you at home. No, she has all the magazines with you. I know that she has deep feelings for you. She has liked you for many years."

"That has nothing to do with me." Tang Yu's tone was a little ruthless, "She knows my mind better than anyone else. She shouldn't have any expectations of me."

"But you have an engagement..." Song Zhixing raised his head and looked at him.

When it comes to the engagement, Tang Yu's expression is a little complicated. Song Zhixing asked: "When did you make an engagement? Since you don't like her at all, why do you have such an engagement?"

Tang Yu looked at Song Zhixing's innocent face and felt that some truths were too cruel for her. He just hoped that she would never know.

"When you were young and ignorant, your aunt and I had an engagement. As for why there was..." Tang Yu paused, "This was decided by their elders. Your aunt and I have never participated, nor have we given our approval. Your aunt has been abroad and has not come to Youcheng, so I originally thought that we knew each other tacitly and did not need to say too much to embarrass each other."

Song Zhixing lay on his chest, moved his hands up, and hugged his neck, "My aunt is very good, and she loves you so much, have you really never considered it? Chengcheng said... you two are a good match together."

Song Zhixing's tone darkened a little when he said the last sentence.

"I did consider it." Tang Yu replied frankly.

Song Zhixing was stunned.

"Marrying your aunt as my wife is indeed a good choice. But unfortunately, there are other surprises in life." Tang Yu looked at her with a deeper look. He understood the meaning of this, and she also understood it.

She was the surprise in his life. I don't know when, I fell in love hopelessly. Then, she became the softest part of his heart. Treat her like a young flower seedling, carefully nurturing her and waiting for her to grow up. Even though he knew she was not good enough, willful and naughty, and even that she did not love him, love was love, and he was powerless and unwilling to withdraw.

His words were like a confession. Song Zhixing's heart was throbbing, and she looked at him absentmindedly, as if she was bewitched by something. She suddenly leaned over and kissed his thin lips.

Tang Yu took a deep breath.

Even though the two had kissed many times, and she had taken the initiative, every time he met her, he would still become like a young boy who couldn't control himself.

Song Zhixing was also extremely nervous. He put his lips on her and then backed off.

Her eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and she looked at him hazily. Tang Yu tightened his big hand around her and raised the corners of his lips, "Just like that?"

"Xingxing, a kiss that touches the water by a dragonfly is hard to satisfy me." He looked at her with encouragement in his eyes.

Song Zhixing licked her lower lip nervously, and the next moment, as if he was going all out, he leaned over again and held her lips with his soft little mouth. This time, Tang Yu did not let her retreat, nor did he let her dance alone, but took the initiative as quickly as possible, holding her head with his big hand, deepening and aggravating the kiss.

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In the room, the man's panting and the woman's moaning were floating. A kiss, a passionate spark. In the end, Tang Yu let her go and went into the bathroom alone, a little embarrassed.

Seeing that he was in extreme pain, Song Zhixing followed him with some worry. Tang Yu saw her coming in and drove her away with a gloomy face, "Get out quickly."

"...You look like you are in great pain."

How could he not be in pain? He had endured it for several years.