Tang Yu smiled, "So, you feel bad for my money?"
Song Zhixing was stunned.
His smile was something she had rarely seen before. When she suddenly saw it, she felt like the morning light had parted through the layers of fog. Although it was still only faint, it was hard to look away. How many women admired him when he was serious, but when he smiled, it turned out to be... even more charming...
charming
Song Zhixing was shocked by the two words that suddenly popped up in her mind. Was she possessed? She actually felt that this man... Well, he was indeed charming, and that was a fact, and she couldn't deny it.
"I don't feel bad for your money. You're so rich anyway." Song Zhixing came back to his senses and muttered, "I just think this is something I can solve by myself..."
"Your solution is to commit yourself to shining other people's shoes?"
"Yeah." She nodded as if it was a matter of course, and never felt that there was anything wrong with it.
Tang Yu stared at her and asked, "Did I allow it?"
She didn't feel wronged, and he wouldn't allow her to suffer that kind of injustice.
"..." Song Zhixing's lips twitched.
This man is as overbearing as ever. You need his permission to do anything.
He must have felt that he was bringing shame to the Tang family by devoting himself to shining shoes for others, right
"Second Master, there is only one umbrella left." Just as the two were talking, someone came over with the last umbrella. Song Zhixing then remembered that she and Tang Yu were still holding hands tightly. After an awkward moment, she immediately pulled her hand away and put it back.
Tang Yu didn't force her. Moreover, compared to her embarrassment, he looked calm and composed, as if it was natural for two people to hold hands.
Song Zhixing couldn't help but look at him twice more. This man was obviously much more shameless than himself.
but…
What happened to me? I didn't break away from him immediately. Instead, I felt... it was good to let him hold my hand.
"Where's Lao Mo?" Tang Yu took the last umbrella from someone else and asked her casually.
Song Zhixing collected his chaotic thoughts, imitated him, and said as calmly as possible: "I asked him to go back first."
Tang Yu only snorted and didn't say anything else. Song Zhixing glanced at him, not knowing if he was angry with Lao Mo, but he still pleaded for Lao Mo: "Second Uncle, don't be angry with Uncle Mo. I really asked him to leave first. This never happens normally. He is very dedicated."
She was afraid that he would get angry and tell Uncle Mo to get out.
Tang Yu lowered his head and couldn't help but look at her twice more.
This little girl didn't know that Uncle Mo was sent away by her, and she kept protecting him in her words and deeds. It seemed that she had gotten along well with everyone in the family over the years.
I am usually quite heartless towards him, but very kind to other people.
Tang Yu's expression softened a little. He did not respond to her, but asked the managers who were following him to leave.
He opened the curtain and opened the umbrella. Looking back, he saw Song Zhixing still standing there, not coming over. He frowned, "What are you still in a daze about?"
"ah?"
"Come here!" He seemed to have little patience.
Song Zhixing felt that he looked like a pet. But she had to follow him. Who made her not have an umbrella
She walked in front of Tang Yu in a few steps. The curtain was opened, and the wind and rain poured in. Song Zhixing subconsciously wanted to step back, but Tang Yu grabbed her arm with one hand, "Why do you want to step back? Don't you want to go back?"
Before she was ready, Tang Yu pulled her closer and pushed her into the wind and rain.
Song Zhixing was not used to being too close to Tang Yu, nor was she used to getting along with him, so even though he hadn't spoken a word at this moment, she was still tense.
"Uncle, please take me to the roadside. I can take a taxi back by myself!" The wind was blowing very loudly, and Song Zhixing could only raise his voice to talk to him.
Tang Yu ignored her and walked straight to the office building next door.
He glanced at her and calmly moved the umbrella a few inches towards her.
But the rain was heavy, and the wind and rain still hit the umbrella. Song Zhixing was only wearing a white shirt and a skirt, and she was soaked in a short time. She felt cold and wanted to lean on Tang Yu to get some warmth. But her brain was not damaged!
She just took the schoolbag off her shoulders and held it in her arms, shrinking her head and neck, looking like a wet chicken.
Tang Yu's eyes darkened: "Is it cold?"
“… Yeah, a little.” Song Zhixing hugged his schoolbag tighter, as if to keep warm.
Tang Yu stretched out his empty hand towards her, "Give me the schoolbag."
Song Zhixing shook his head almost instinctively, "No."
Not only did she want to use the bag to keep warm, but there were also two gifts in it! If he found out, she would be dead. This man had always been very perceptive, so she had to be careful.
However, Tang Yu seemed to not hear her refusal at all. He stretched out his big hand and easily pulled the schoolbag out of her arms. Song Zhixing was anxious and tiptoed to take it back. Tang Yu spread out his hand holding the umbrella, and with a long arm, he rolled the thin and wet girl into his arms without saying anything.
This sudden action left Song Zhixing confused and caught off guard.
He is tall and has a broad, solid chest.
She was about 165cm tall, her face pressed against his chest, and he embraced her whole body. Even though it was raining hard outside, accompanied by the honking of motor vehicles on the street, it was particularly noisy, but she could still clearly hear the beating of his heart in his chest.
Bang Bang—
Each stroke was firm and powerful.
It struck her eardrums and went straight to her heart.
It made her heart beat suddenly disorderly.
What is he doing
and…
What kind of posture are they in? How can elders and younger generations be so close
Song Zhixing realized it later, supported his shoulders with both hands and struggled.
"Don't move!" Tang Yu whispered, wrapping the petite girl tightly with his open suit.
Now, only two thin shirts were left between their upper bodies. She could even feel the man's strong and powerful chest muscles.
She had never been so close to any man, let alone a mature man. Song Zhixing's heartbeat was completely out of control and her little face turned red.
Being so close, she could smell his fresh scent.
Very light, very nice smell.
Is this probably the smell of hormones belonging to mature men mentioned in magazines? In short, this is something that the male students in their class don't have, even Xi Nan.
Those boys in her class whom she once called "energetic" only smelled of sweat after playing ball.
"Second Uncle..." After a while, she licked her dry lower lip and spoke softly.