One Thousand Four Hundred and Nine Use Your Sincerity to Pursue Me (I)

Another long-lost "Second Uncle" sound made Tang Yu's mind shaken violently. He reached out with his long arm and easily grabbed her waist. In his ears, her soft voice seemed to still be floating, hitting his eardrums and shaking his heart.

She was in shock, and her hands instinctively hugged his neck in panic. In this way, the whole person is almost hanging on him.

Two people, looking at each other. The man's breath sprayed her little face with a faint fragrance. When Song Zhixing looked at him like this, his breathing became a little unsteady, and his chest rose and fell violently. His face gradually turned red. She realized later that she was hugging his neck, and she was hugging him very tightly. She was embarrassed. Her mind kept telling her to take her hand back immediately, but she felt reluctant to let him go.

She hadn't been held in his arms like this for a long, long time...

"What are you doing?" Tang Yu finally spoke, looking at her searchingly.

Song Zhixing was so embarrassed that no matter how reluctant he was, he had to stand up straight and take a step back. His face was flushed, and his hand slowly slid down from his neck, "You can go out later. Those who just came back are my colleagues and my classmates. If they see you, I will definitely be pestered to ask questions." .”

Tang Yu understood and nodded in agreement. He went out of the female employee's room at night and was bumped into by a company employee. She had a bad reputation, and he was indeed suspected of being 'irregular'.

Song Zhixing lay on the door, his ears pressed tightly against the door panel, listening carefully to what was going on outside. Tang Yu stood at the door and waited for a while. As a result, the people outside seemed to have no intention of leaving.

He went back, took off his suit, and put it aside. He leaned back on the sofa with his tall body and looked at her lazily with squinted eyes.

Three years.

She has grown up.

The last time she was in front of him, she was wearing that sexy skirt, and her slim figure was already fully exposed before his eyes. Although I lost some weight, it didn't affect the feel at all. Obviously, she has developed very well in these three years.

But at this moment, the way she looked in her work clothes was another kind of capable. She could barely pretend to be mature and could deceive some outsiders who didn't understand her.

Tang Yu looked at her intently, and as he watched her from a distance, his heart became surprisingly peaceful. A small house is actually better than a small house - his villa has been empty for three years, which always makes people feel bad.

Song Zhixing had no idea that Tang Yu was staring at him, and he was focused on the outside. After listening for a long time, she turned around and said,

Look at him. Tang Yu immediately adjusted his expression and looked serious. His eyes also fell on the architecture magazine on the coffee table in front of him.

Song Zhixing said with some distress: "It seems that there are a few people standing outside chatting all the time. They are all having fun, and I am afraid they have no intention of going back to rest now."

"Yes, I understand." He nodded.

"What about you?"

"Let's wait until they get in." Tang Yu looked very indifferent, flipping through the magazine and looking at her, "You are busy with your business, don't worry about me."

"……All right."

Song Zhixing looked at him, feeling a little happy in his heart. She wished that people outside could keep chatting.

She took her pajamas from the closet and looked at him, "I'm going to take a bath. If you're bored, just watch TV for a while. The remote control is on the coffee table."

"Yeah." Tang Yu nodded, "Go ahead."

After Song Zhixing closed the door, he heard the sound of the TV outside. She stood leaning against the door for a while, and through the mirror, she could see the corners of her lips that curled up unconsciously. She never thought that one day, she would be able to get along with him so peacefully.

only……

Does Second Uncle still care about those things in the past?

When she was so brooding about her, he must not be able to accept it calmly.

Thinking of this, Song Zhixing felt a little sad. However, she didn't dare to ask. It was a scar. When she asked, it might have been opened bloody. After three years, the inside might not have healed.

She put down her pajamas aside in frustration. In fact, it's good for them to be like this now. If he still can't let go, at least they haven't become enemies yet and can still be friends. To become the same lover as before, to imagine that he would continue to pamper her and love her, is both demanding and extravagant hope.

But now this situation is a blessing in misfortune. Although, the word ‘friend’ makes me feel bitter just thinking about it.

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When Song Zhixing came out of the shower, Tang Yu closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa. He came to the ktv as soon as he got off the plane. It was obvious that he was really tired now, so he leaned on the sofa and fell asleep.

In my ears was the sound of his breathing, which was very even. As Song Zhixing listened, he felt that the whole world had become unusually peaceful. The sadness that had just accumulated in my heart disappeared without a trace.

She was holding a towel, wiping her wet hair, standing there, looking at him, and couldn't help but smile. Turning off the TV, he took another blanket and gently draped it on him. He didn't wake up.

Song Zhixing turned on the computer and drew pictures for a while. Tonight, even his work efficiency became much faster than usual. Halfway through the painting, there was no sound outside. She glanced at the person on the sofa and struggled with whether to wake him up. After sleeping like this for a night, she would definitely wake up with backache the next day.

She put down the mouse and stood up. Walked over and patted his shoulder gently. He didn't wake up and frowned.

"Tang Yu, it's time to wake up." Song Zhixing lay next to his ear and called him in a low voice. Even he didn't know how gentle his voice was at the moment, "They have all entered the room."

Tang Yu didn't move for a moment.

Song Zhixing looked at him at such a close distance, all kinds of emotions were surging in his heart, and he couldn't help but become naughty again. She grabbed a piece of her hair and playfully brushed the tail of her hair on his face a few times. There was a reaction now, and his warm palm immediately clasped her wrist. The next moment, he was already holding her in his other hand. Song Zhixing was hugged to his chest, her ear was close to his chest, and she could hear his heartbeat "bump-bang--". She held her breath and didn't struggle, just letting him hold her.

She felt that she could sleep like this all night, and she didn't care even if her back ached tomorrow. Thinking of this, Song Zhixing really stopped calling him and just fell asleep in his arms. After a while, her hands carefully and tentatively wrapped around his neck. He didn't wake up, so she rested her pillow on his shoulder with peace of mind, closed her eyes and fell asleep lovingly.

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This night, Song Zhixing slept soundly. She thought she had a dream, dreaming that Tang Yu carried her to bed, tucked her in the quilt like he did in the past, and blew her wet hair dry. This dream was a bit beautiful and sweet. She didn't want to wake up at all, so she kept enjoying it.