It turned out that he would not be coming back today.
Forget it, if she doesn't want to come back, then she won't come back! Isn't that better? She can go to the party with peace of mind, so... what is she missing
Song Zhixing puffed up his lips, looking down on himself. Then, he pulled himself together, packed the necessary medicine, and went to attend the class reunion.
A group of young boys and a group of young girls got together and had a great time. Song Zhixing also had a great time. They played from noon to afternoon, and after dinner, they dispersed and went home. Song Zhixing was picked up by Uncle Mo.
The Tang family villa was very bright. The kitchen was busy even though dinner had not yet started.
"Miss, you're back!" Sister Li greeted her while packing.
Song Zhixing looked down and realized that what she had packed was Tang Yu's suit, and his black flight case was placed next to it.
"Sister Li, second uncle is back?" Song Zhixing threw his bag on the sofa, unable to hide the joy on his face.
"Look how happy you are!" Sister Li laughed, "I've been back for a while, and I asked you right after I came back."
"Really?" Song Zhixing pretended not to care, but her eyes betrayed her emotions at the moment. She lowered her voice and said, "Are you angry again?"
"I was quite unhappy. But knowing that you had the medicine with you, I am not angry anymore."
Song Zhixing put her heart back in her stomach. Then, she looked upstairs and asked casually, "Sister Li, is Second Uncle in the room?"
"The Second Master looks very tired. He fell asleep as soon as he came back. He hasn't had dinner yet. You just go up and take a look. Don't bother him. Got it?"
"Oh." Song Zhixing listened to Sister Li's instructions. He walked upstairs. When he reached the stairs, the door of the study was pushed open from the inside, and Du Hui came out of the study with documents.
"Du Hui." Song Zhixing greeted him.
"Miss, you finally moved back." Du Hui said as he yawned.
"Why are your eyes full of bloodshot? How long have you been up all night?"
"Don't mention it." Du Hui complained with a painful look on his face: "Second Master is a workaholic. Not only does he torture himself, but he also tortures us. This project was supposed to take another month to complete, but now there is almost only the finishing work left. Miss, I say you really need to persuade Second Master."
"What do you want to persuade?"
"Tell him to work less hard. He's already 30 years old, not young anymore. If he doesn't save some energy, how will he deal with a youngster like you when the time comes?"
Song Zhixing was embarrassed, "You didn't try to persuade him? He didn't really stay up for several nights in a row, did he?"
Song Zhixing recalled how tired he looked when he left that night, and her heart was still in knots. He always said that she couldn't take care of herself, but in fact, he didn't know how to take care of himself, right
"What's the use of our persuasion? Who dares to turn down the work in Second Master's hands? Only you dare." Du Hui said: "As long as it is you who says it, Second Master will definitely listen."
"Really?" Song Zhixing was unsure. He rarely called her because of work. However, working so hard for work was not right. She nodded, "I'll tell him when he wakes up."
Du Hui nodded, "Then I'll go first and go back to sleep. Oh, and..."
Du Hui took a step downstairs, then stopped and turned back, clasping his hands together and making a gesture to her, "Miss, I have a serious favor to ask of you."
"What?" Song Zhixing was a little frightened by his serious look.
"From now on, please don't quarrel with the Second Master again, and don't run away from home again. You will be happy then, but those of us who work under you will have a hard time."
Seeing Du Hui's face twisted into a ball like a bitter gourd, Song Zhixing couldn't help but laugh out loud. "I know. Aren't you going to sleep? Let's go."
Du Hui then hurried away.
Song Zhixing walked quickly to the door of Tang Yu's room, put her hand on the door, and her heartbeat accelerated unconsciously. She secretly despised herself. Since when did her heartbeat become so uncontrollable? And... It was only a few days since they last saw each other, not several years.
She muttered, took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and then pushed the door open.
Song Zhixing had hardly ever been to Tang Yu's bedroom. She was even a little unfamiliar with everything here. As soon as she entered, she was hit by a cool breath that belonged only to him. Song Zhixing felt so familiar with it, as if it had penetrated into her bones.
The heavy curtains were tightly closed, and the large room was very tidy. There was a soothing aromatherapy lamp at the head of the bed, which should have been placed by the family's servants. The weak light emitted a little light, illuminating the man sleeping on the bed. Song Zhixing's eyes fell on him and could not move away. It can be seen that he has been very hard recently, and his face is a little tired. Even when he fell asleep, his brows were still deeply knitted.
She was afraid of waking him up, so she walked to the bedside carefully. Seeing him so close, Song Zhixing's heart was in turmoil. She felt that this feeling was very wonderful. She would never look at her second uncle more than now, and when he frowned, he was always intimidating without being angry. She was most afraid of him in this state. But, she didn't know since when, not only did she no longer feel afraid, but she even couldn't help wanting to get closer to him little by little
She thought to herself, her fingers unconsciously reaching out and climbing up his furrowed brows.
Tang Yu was always a very alert person. As soon as her hand touched him, he raised his hand and grabbed it. His palm was very strong, and her wrist was soft, so this grab hurt her.
"Uncle, it hurts, can't you be a little gentler?" Song Zhixing complained, and quickly spoke up, with her little mouth raised. She said that uncles are gentle, but he doesn't understand what gentleness is at all!
When Tang Yu heard the voice, he relaxed his grip before he even opened his eyes. When he opened his eyes and saw her again, his brows had relaxed. Her eyes, blurred by sleep, had become much gentler.
"You're back?" he whispered. He held her hand tightly, not letting go. He pinched her small fingers in his palm and sighed with satisfaction. His empty heart seemed to be filled instantly at this moment.
Perhaps due to sleepiness, her voice was low and hoarse, sexy and full of temptation, with a hint of charming tenderness. Song Zhixing felt that she was easily bewitched by this person again, and her complaints just now disappeared instantly. She said "hmm", "Did I wake you up?"
The sound was also kept very low.
There was a rare tenderness in her eyes when she looked at him.
Tang Yu was inspired by what he saw. He stretched out his long arm and carried her directly to the bed.