Tang Yu only spoke occasionally and made arrangements. Halfway through the meeting, the computer made a brief "beep" sound, and an email reminder jumped onto the desktop, blocking the video.
It is Xingxing’s email address logged in on the desktop.
Tang Yu wanted to close it, but most of the content of the email was displayed. He glanced at it and saw the big words "X University Admission Notice".
He moved the mouse to the email page, trying to click it, but in the end, he moved his finger away and didn't click it. He sat in the study, lost in thought for a long time, and his mind was wandering.
He didn't even notice that the executive who was reporting on his work had stopped to wait for instructions. That was until Du Hui called out several times, "Second Master? Second Master!"
Tang Yu suddenly came back to his senses, and his expression became a little more stiff and cold than before. Du Hui was confused and puzzled.
"Mr. Yu has finished his report. Please see..."
"Got it. Today's meeting ends here." Tang Yu's voice was slightly low, "I will be back as early as possible tomorrow."
"Okay." Several people responded, waiting for Tang Yu to disconnect first. After a long time, he closed the computer heavily, leaned back on the sofa tiredly, and stared at the ceiling with a heavy and complicated look.
The little girl has grown up and is no longer the one who lets him arrange everything for her and lives in his world.
She began to want her own space and life.
It's like holding the sand tightly in the palm of his hand. The tighter he holds it, the more he wants to keep it. But perhaps, in the end... he can't keep it anymore...
Let her go!
Let her go...
Such a thought flashed through his mind, but just thinking about it made his chest feel tight. Letting go is such an difficult thing, but why is it so easy to make a decision like "leaving" in her world
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Song Zhixing was changing clothes, thinking that she was finally going to go out for a walk. Even though her freedom would definitely be restricted by Tang Yu, she was still very happy.
She put on the cotton coat, dressed herself like a dumpling, and looked at herself in the dressing mirror again and again. When she was adjusting her collar, she saw through the mirror that the tall figure of a man suddenly appeared at the door.
He was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the door frame. His eyes fell on her, deep and complex, as if mixed with a myriad of emotions.
That look was so passionate that it could almost melt people.
Song Zhixing felt that this man was poisonous. He just stood there, even if he didn't say anything, just a glance was enough to make any woman fall for him easily.
"Are you done?" She came back to her senses from his gaze.
"Yeah." He nodded, his eyes still on her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" She also lowered her head and looked herself up and down. "Does it look weird to wear this?"
Tang Yu walked in, approaching her step by step. Song Zhixing could feel a heavy shadow covering her, with an extremely strong aura, the closer he got, the more breathless it became. She instinctively wanted to retreat, but before she could move, Tang Yu seemed to have seen through her, and his big hand had already grasped her waist, pressing her to his chest.
She just thought he was weird. What happened
Her pink lips slightly opened, wanting to ask. However, Tang Yu's kiss suddenly came down without any explanation, leaving her no room to relax. His hot and wet tongue went directly between her lips and teeth, wrapping around her fragrant tongue. As if he wanted to swallow her whole, he sucked so hard that she even had difficulty breathing. Her fingers grabbed his shirt, gasping for air. But Tang Yu obviously didn't intend to let her go. Instead, he eagerly tore off the cotton coat she had just put on.
His lips moved away from hers and fell to her neck, sucking and biting, leaving a series of extremely ambiguous red marks.
Song Zhixing's breathing was unstable, "Tang Yu... you bit me and hurt me..."
"Xingxing, I feel more pain than you do... It hurts ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times!"
Song Zhixing didn't understand what he said, but she could hear the hoarseness and darkness in his voice, as well as the darker, stronger and more shocking emotions. However, she couldn't help but think too much, Tang Yu directly pulled off all her clothes, picked her up and threw her on the bed.
Tang Yu held her raised hands with one hand, and unbuttoned his shirt with the other. As if he was suppressing a strong sense of depression, he unbuttoned his shirt with such force that it seemed as if he was pulling it. Several buttons on his shirt fell off. His eyes were fixed on her, as if he wanted to tear her apart and eat her up.
Song Zhixing looked back at him. She felt like she was about to drown in Tang Yu's eyes. Her heart was trembling and her lips were swollen from the kiss. She asked softly, "What's wrong?"
"I just want you! Very much!" He took off his clothes, and their two bodies pressed together without any hindrance.
He didn't have the patience and gentleness of the past, and he rammed into her body forcefully. Song Zhixing's whole body was tense, and she was so painful that her eyebrows were twisted into a ball by his forced demands. She glared at him accusingly, "Tang Yu, you are too rough!"
"Does it hurt?" he asked hoarsely.
"…It hurts." Song Zhixing's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, "It hurts so much."
"It hurts too..." He said hoarsely. He held her face in his big hands, stared at her for a moment, and then gave her a deep kiss. His body began to collide with her powerfully. Every time, it seemed to shake her soul.
Song Zhixing felt pain at first, but gradually adapted and his body danced with him and soon responded.
His continued bravery for a long time made her weak again and again. She couldn't bear it anymore and bit Tang Yu's shoulder, crying and begging, "Tang Yu, go slower... I can't stand it..."
Tang Yu held her little face in his hands.
Her face was as pink as peach blossoms in March. At this moment, she was full of passion and her eyes were seductive. Thinking that this little thing had been planning to leave him from the beginning to the end, Tang Yu's breathing became heavier, and a fierce desire for revenge emerged in his heart, and he wanted her even harder.
"Ah..." Song Zhixing finally couldn't bear it anymore and moaned.
He picked her up, pressed her in front of the dressing mirror, and penetrated her from behind again. In the mirror, this passion was fully displayed. Song Zhixing could even clearly see that her body was flushed by him. She turned away in shame and anger, not daring to look any further.
"Tang Yu, don't stay here..."
Her voice was soft, almost begging for mercy.
"Xingxing, look at me carefully, look at this man who wants you!" Tang Yu domineeringly turned her face back. He desperately wanted her to remember him forever, and remember the moments when they were in perfect harmony with each other.
Song Zhixing felt like he was about to die of shame and anger.
His fingers burned her face, and she felt as if her whole body was burning.
"I'm watching, I've been watching... But, you're bullying me... Um~~" Song Zhixing's last word was disrupted by his request.