Song Zhixing looked at Tang Yu, then at the time. It was almost noon. Time passed so quickly.
The phone rang, breaking the silence of the entire office. Tang Yu put down the documents, picked up the phone, and only said "hmm" and said, "Two servings."
After that, he hung up the phone neatly. Song Zhixing was looking at him. When his eyes were cast towards her, she was caught off guard, like a thief caught red-handed. Her heart was beating wildly, and she immediately found a topic with some embarrassment, "You haven't finished reading it yet?"
Tang Yu just looked at her seriously, threw the document on the coffee table, pressed his brow with his long fingers, and said nothing. He looked very tired, with faint red bloodshot in his eyes. Song Zhixing looked at him and stopped urging him.
Just like Du Hui said, he really needs a good rest.
Just as I was thinking this, there was a knock on the office door.
"Mr. Tang." Secretary Gina's voice sounded outside the door.
"Come in." Tang Yu responded in a deep voice, took his hand away from his brow, straightened his face, and sat up straight. His previous fatigue disappeared in an instant, and he regained his former demeanor. In front of outsiders, he was always like an iron man, impeccable. Song Zhixing watched from the side, but felt very uncomfortable. A person who has too much naturally bears much more than ordinary people.
Ordinary people can talk about their hardships and seek comfort. But what about this man? When he is having a hard time, who will he get comfort from? Song Zhixing suddenly wanted to know.
The office door opened, and Gina came in with a delicate lunch box. She placed two lunch boxes in front of the two people, "Mr. Tang, Ms. Song, enjoy your meal."
Tang Yu uttered a faint "hmm" from his nose, took the chopsticks, opened the lunch box and ate leisurely. Even though he was eating the company's fast food, his every move was still elegant and charming.
Song Zhixing was sitting opposite him, and he was not polite to him. The lunch box was very rich, and the company had hired a nutritionist to professionally match it, so the meat and vegetables were balanced.
As she picked up the chopsticks, she glanced at Tang Yu with a complicated look in her eyes. She originally thought that they might never have the chance to eat at the same table again.
"Why are you looking at me?" Tang Yu asked without raising his head.
This person's eyes seem to be on top of his head, so he can be spotted this way.
What a weirdo!
Song Zhixing had a mouthful of rice in her mouth and quickly swallowed it, her eyes deliberately falling towards the computer, "I was watching my TV series, not you."
"Don't be distracted while eating, put your computer aside." He was still as strict as ever, and directly covered her laptop and threw it on the sofa beside her. Song Zhixing didn't refute it. Anyway, she didn't really pay attention to the TV series just now.
The two of them were eating on each side, and no one spoke.
Song Zhixing hadn't eaten much during this period, but her appetite suddenly improved today. Halfway through the meal, Tang Yu casually gave her an omelette from his lunch box. She was startled and raised her eyelids.
"Eat it all up, don't waste it." There was no expression on his face, and he remained calm.
"But I already have an omelette." Originally, it was one for each of them. Song Zhixing didn't understand what he meant.
Tang Yu raised his eyes and looked at her seriously. She had lost too much weight, and he wanted to feed her all the nutritious food.
"Have another one." In the end, he said nothing but these four words to her. His tone did not allow for any rebuttal.
Song Zhixing said "oh" and continued to eat. She was a slow eater. Tang Yu had finished eating and sat on the sofa to continue reading documents. Song Zhixing picked some vegetarian dishes and put them aside, refusing to eat them. Tang Yu glanced at them and said lightly, "Don't be picky, finish them all."
She was startled, and her heart trembled slightly.
In the past few days at her aunt's house, she almost always ate alone. She was very picky about food, and no one ever disciplined her at the table. She thought she would be more relaxed and happier, but in fact, she was not.
And now...
Tang Yu still takes care of himself, just like before.
But why didn't she feel disgusted, instead, she felt like she had regained something she had lost? Her nose felt sour for some reason. She picked up the vegetables with chopsticks and muttered in a low voice: "Didn't you say that we have nothing to do with each other? Now that the guardianship relationship has been terminated, we have no relationship at all, why are you still controlling me?"
It sounded like a complaint, and as soon as I said it, my chest felt choked up.
It hurts a lot.
Indeed, they have no relationship at all now...
She stuffed the food into her mouth, it was so tasteless as if she was chewing grass.
Hearing this, Tang Yu raised his head and looked at Song Zhixing, snorting from his nose, "Who told you that we have nothing to do with each other?"
She could be ruthless enough to sign the termination agreement, but he couldn't.
Song Zhixing chewed the vegetables heavily, her mouth bulging with food, and said incoherently: "You said so. The law says so."
"Don't you want me to marry your aunt and call me 'Uncle'?" Tang Yu returned his gaze to the document, "Is Uncle qualified enough to manage you?"
Song Zhixing took a bite of vegetables and it almost got stuck in his throat.
so…
What he meant was, would he really marry his aunt
The thing she had been looking forward to so much, now suddenly appeared in front of her, but she felt a severe pain in her chest. She swallowed the food with force, took the juice beside her and drank it hurriedly, but the pain and bitterness did not ease a bit because of the sweetness of the juice.
Tang Yu glanced at her reaction and his eyebrows relaxed a little. He moved his sexy lips and said casually, "From the looks of you, it seems that you don't like me being your uncle."
"I... I don't like it."
Tang Yu's eyes lit up a little. He put the document down and looked at her seriously, "Reason."
"Reason..." Song Zhixing's mind was confused for a moment. In fact, she also wanted to know the reason! Anyway, if she didn't like it, she didn't like it. But soon, she thought of a reason, "You are not serious!"
After she gave him this reason, she suddenly felt confident. She raised her little face, looked at him, and said accusingly, "Auntie likes you so much, but you...you messed around!"
"When was it indecent? When was it promiscuous?" Tang Yu really wanted to hear how these two charges were pinned on him.
"… Just now." Song Zhixing blushed after saying these three words. Facing Tang Yu's slightly narrowed and increasingly deep eyes, she had to pretend to be calm, as if to increase the persuasiveness of her words, "Will a serious uncle kiss his niece casually?"