"But I just like young ones." She was interrupted by Tang Yu. He looked at her meaningfully, and added, "18 years old is best."
Song Zhixing was shocked by his last words. For a long while, he didn't come back to his senses and could only stare at him blankly.
His eyes were as deep as the sea of stars, and like a whirlpool with magic, he just stared at her, as if he wanted to suck her in. Song Zhixing's heart skipped a beat, and she was inexplicably confused, and subconsciously clenched the bread in her hand.
18 years old…
Does he have some meaning
Ha! How is that possible? That idea is too scary and too perverted!
Before the idea even took shape in her mind, Song Zhixing quickly and decisively rejected it. After a while, she finally looked away from his gaze, trying her best to ignore her heartbeat, and ate the fried eggs as if nothing had happened, "Second Uncle, I advise you not to like 18-year-olds."
"Reason." Tang Yu only gave her two words.
"The reason couldn't be simpler." Song Zhixing glanced at him, coughed, and seemed to muster up the courage to finish the next sentence, "An 18-year-old girl would never like someone like you."
"Really?" Tang Yu continued to eat elegantly, calm and composed, "Which type am I?"
"You're asking even though you know the answer. You're just old-fashioned, serious, and fierce..." Song Zhixing complained in his heart, but he just said, "A mature and steady guy like you, Second Uncle, is not the type for an 18-year-old! We all like young, sunny and lively guys. Which 18-year-old would like an old... no, a mature man?"
She changed her words in time when she said the word "old man", but he heard it clearly.
This was the first time he heard the word "old" used to describe him. When the news reported on him, the words used were always "young talent" and "young and promising". The only one who dared to say that about him was the little girl in front of him.
"What about you?" Tang Yu finished his meal, slowly took the napkin and wiped his lips, then looked at her sideways with burning eyes, "Xingxing, what do you like?"
Maybe it was because the sun outside was too bright? Song Zhixing felt that Tang Yu was so good-looking that she couldn't take her eyes away. His voice was deep, and he asked this question casually, as if he was coaxing her to tell the truth.
Song Zhixing met the burning gaze and suddenly felt a little panicked, "I... Of course I also like sunny ones, like Xi Nan."
"Really?" He smiled, but it was hard to tell what he meant. When Song Zhixing tried to figure out what he meant, he suddenly raised his hand and his bony index finger touched her face.
His fingers were obviously cold.
However, when it touched her, Song Zhixing felt so hot that her heartbeat became disordered. This feeling was so strange!
She almost instinctively stepped back to avoid his hand. However, Tang Yu seemed to know that she would react like this, and his other uninjured hand had already covered the back of her head, leaving her no room to retreat.
He...what is he trying to do? !
Alarm bells rang in Song Zhixing's mind. He took a deep breath and grabbed his injured hand that was under his chin without thinking.
"Uncle, what... what do you want to do?" She stared at him closely, and swallowed nervously, feeling her mouth dry.
"Let go." Tang Yu only glanced at her hand. She held it so tightly that the wound on his palm hurt.
“… Let go first.”
She is very nervous.
I was so nervous that my whole body was tense.
Tang Yu glanced at her and easily pulled his hand out of her palm. When she was startled and wanted to grab that hand again, his long fingers lightly stroked the corner of her lips, "It's stained with milk."
Throughout the whole process, I remained calm and composed.
Moreover, after wiping, he immediately pulled away, took the napkin and wiped his fingers.
I didn't have any bad intentions towards her!
Looking at Song Zhixing again, she was still tense, as if she was judging others by her own standards. She thought he was going to...
Song Zhixing came back to his senses, looked at the man opposite him who had sat up straight, and took another sip of milk awkwardly.
The warmth of his fingertips seemed to still remain on her lips.
"You are so nervous, what do you think I am going to do to you?" Tang Yu suddenly asked. Is this guy a worm in her stomach? He knows everything she is thinking! However, she can't guess what he is thinking at all! It's so unfair!
"I'm nervous because I don't know what you're going to do to me." Song Zhixing choked on the milk and pouted, "Doesn't Second Uncle like 18-year-olds? What if... "
He threw down his napkin and looked at him. It was that meaningful look again, which made Song Zhixing suddenly stuck, his heartbeat was disordered, and he dared not say anything more.
His eyes were deep, with a faint smile on the corners of his lips, "What if something happens to you?"
Alarm bells went off in Song Zhixing's mind.
She felt that if she dared to respond at this moment, she would be courting death!
"Well, I'm running out of time." She still had some sense and didn't dare to joke with Tang Yu like that. That was too scary and too embarrassing! She put down her cutlery and stood up suddenly, "Second Uncle, I'm in a hurry to go to class, bye!"
He didn't care about Tang Yu's reaction at the moment, didn't even dare to look at him, picked up his schoolbag, and ran away.
That look was so embarrassing.
It was simply a flight.
Tang Yu looked at the back, his eyes darkening.
This little girl likes young and energetic guys
He is young, but full of vigor...
Tang Yu felt that he would never be associated with the word "vigor". After all, when he was 18 years old, he was already presiding over meetings at Tang Group. At that time, he didn't know what "vigor" was.
But it doesn't matter.
People's preferences change all the time. So does she!
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Song Zhixing ran out of the villa carrying his schoolbag. After getting into the car, he still felt uneasy.
For a long time, his words "I like 18-year-olds" were in my mind. Then, his meaningful, half-smiley look lingered in front of me.
I am also 18 years old, he won't really...
Bah! What are you thinking
Song Zhixing held his face and shook his head vigorously to get rid of the messy thoughts.
The driver in front looked at the scene in disbelief.
After a while, Song Zhixing suddenly stopped shaking his head and a thought flashed through his mind.
If she could quickly bring Tang Yu and her aunt together, wouldn't everything be fine and she wouldn't have to worry about anything? She could also be liberated!
Good morning! Haha, today I am attending a friend's wedding, not my own wedding~~ Well, I got up early in the morning to write and I am too sleepy. Don't forget your monthly tickets~