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Chapter 1250: 1250 Jealousy (2)

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The scene suddenly became extremely cold and no one spoke, just looking at the two of them. The old man's eyes passed from Song Zhixing to his grandson, and then back to Song Zhixing again, with a bit of inquiry and deep thought in his eyes.

He has always been a perceptive person - in fact, he noticed last time that the second son of his family had an extreme reaction to Xingxing's return to the Li family, but he never thought about it deeply. Because his grandson has always been a sensible person, and normally, he should not do anything out of line.

But now…

"Master, dinner is ready." At this moment, the servant's voice suddenly sounded. Everyone's emotions were relaxed by the interruption of the voice, but Tang Yu's face was even colder. His eyes were still fixed on Song Zhixing's face. He opened his thin lips and said word by word: "If you think clearly, I will never keep you!"

I won't leave you...

Song Zhixing's heart sank further and further, and he felt a chill enveloping his entire body.

She remained silent and lowered her head.

Tang Yu had already stood up, without even looking at her, and walked into the restaurant with an expressionless face.

"Okay, let's go eat." The old man shouted, and everyone stood up. Song Zhixing stood up last and helped Mr. Tang.

The old man of the Tang family held a metal cane in one hand, and Song Zhixing supported him with the other. He glanced sideways and saw the obvious disappointment on Song Zhixing's face, and his mind became more certain about his bold ideas just now. He still felt shocked and horrified.

If these two people really did something outrageous, what would happen? If the old man of the Li family knew about it, wouldn't he be so angry that he would die

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Song Zhixing still sat next to Tang Yu. Tang Yu's face was very ugly during the whole dinner, so the scene was somewhat frozen. Song Zhixing sat next to him, feeling as if he was frozen, not daring to breathe, and barely moving his chopsticks.

"Second brother, please stop looking so stern. If you keep looking stern, I'll get depressed." Among the brothers, Tang Song has always been the most impatient. He was already in a terrible mood today, and now he's even more depressed. He turned his eyes to Tang Jue on the side, "Third brother, isn't that right?"

"I'm not affected." Tang Jue didn't respond to him at all. He picked up some food and put it in Qiqi's bowl. When he spoke to her, his tone was gentler than ever before. "You're pregnant now, so eat more."

Qiqi smiled gently, "The doctor said that if you eat too much, the baby will grow too big and it will be difficult to give birth."

The two people were completely unaffected by the outside world and were only focused on showing their affection and killing dogs.

Tang Song had no affection to show, and he glanced at Mo Liangyan, who was sitting next to Tang Yi, as if inadvertently, with a complex expression on his face. Suddenly, he lost his appetite.

It was a meal that was eaten in extraordinary silence.

After dinner, Mr. Tang called several men to the side hall to discuss things, and called Mo Liangyan in as well.

Qiqi was pregnant and sleepy, so the servant took her upstairs to sleep. Tang Fei had an appointment and left early. After that, only Tang Youyou and Song Zhixing were left in the living room peeling fruit and watching TV.

The group talked for several hours. Song Zhixing sat on the sofa and fell asleep. When she woke up, it was Tang Youyou who woke her up.

"Aunt Youyou." She rubbed her sleepy eyes and subconsciously glanced towards the side hall, "Are they still chatting?"

"Well. I'm leaving, Xingxing, do you want to come with me, or let your uncle send you off?" Tang Youyou had already stood up.

Song Zhixing thought of Tang Yu's always cold attitude towards him, "I'd better not trouble my second uncle to send it. But I have to say hello to my great grandfather first."

"Go ahead. And tell me too. I'll drive the car out and wait for you at the door." Tang Youyou said as she walked out the door with her bag.

Song Zhixing put on his slippers, stood up and walked towards the side hall.

Outside, it was completely dark. Inside the villa, the dazzling crystal lamps illuminated the entire house like daylight. At this moment, the servants had all returned to their rooms in the backyard. Only Song Zhixing was left in the huge villa, which seemed particularly quiet.

She walked to the side hall door and was about to knock, but as soon as her hand touched the doorknob, the side hall door was pushed open a tiny crack.

The door wasn't completely closed.

The light from inside poured out, and Song Zhixing looked inside through the tiny crack in the door and saw a row of people sitting inside - the Tang family's genes were surprisingly good, five young men with completely different feelings, one cold, one charming, one gentle, one arrogant, and one unruly, sitting on the sofa, was the most eye-catching scenery, definitely enough to make all women salivate and their blood boil.

Song Zhixing's eyes passed through them and fell on Tang Yu, but she couldn't pull them away. She used to be most afraid of Tang Yu, followed by Tang Jue and Tang Yi. These three people were more or less difficult to approach. In comparison, she liked the gentle and handsome fourth uncle Tang Wei, and the humorous and interesting fifth uncle Tang Song more.

But since when did her attention only focus on her second uncle

Just as I was daydreaming, I heard Mr. Tang's voice, "Take a look at the wedding invitation templates and pick the best one."

Wedding invitations

Song Zhixing was stunned. Who is getting married

"Second brother, for this wedding, you will be responsible for picking up Hanyan's father in person." The old man's words rang out again.

"Yes. I understand." Tang Yu continued. His tone was always calm.

These words were clear in Song Zhixing's ears, and his body shook.

so…

Are my second uncle and aunt the ones getting married

That day, in his office, he said he would become her uncle, and it turned out that he was not just talking...

Song Zhixing froze at the door, his brain suddenly felt as if it was deprived of oxygen, and he felt so dizzy that he could hardly stand.

He is getting married...

He is really going to marry my aunt...

This thought kept turning in her mind. Her heart seemed to have been dug out and soaked in formalin, constantly fermenting and expanding, causing her chest to spasm with pain.

No wonder, knowing that she was leaving, he would never try to keep her like he did in the past...

No wonder, that day in the office, he said that he kissed her before because he was not sober...

The more she thought about it, the more she felt sad. In her chest, waves of grief surged, forcing her eyes to turn red. She wanted to turn around and leave - no, she should pack up her things and leave here immediately, leave Jude City. However, her legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and she couldn't even take a step.

Breathing became increasingly difficult, and I was almost out of breath.

"Xingxing, why are you still standing here?" Tang Youyou parked the car and waited for a long time, but Song Zhixing didn't show up, so she came back.