As a result, Tang Yu not only had to look at the public environment, but also the environment inside the apartment. Of course, now all the employees were in the KTV, leaving only Song Zhixing alone.
She felt a little embarrassed. "It's so late, let's not go in. We are alone."
What do you mean a single man and a single woman? That's not what she cares about. She was really too busy recently, and she left in a hurry this morning, so she didn't clean up the house at all.
"A single man and a single woman?" Tang Yu sneered, "When you were drunk and came to my place in the middle of the night with your clothes disheveled, did you ever think about being alone with a single woman?"
Song Zhixing was so embarrassed that he felt ashamed. What was supposed to happen would still happen.
The key is…
"When did I get dressed in disarray? I was being sexy..." The word "sexy" was stuck when she met Tang Yu's meaningful gaze. She took back her words and looked at him, "Forget it, I won't say any more. Do you really want to go in?"
"Yeah." He didn't say another word.
Song Zhixing took out the door key and prepared him psychologically, "It's a mess in there."
She was a little annoyed. When she went in and saw the clothes and sheets that hadn't been tidied up yet, she would probably think she was immature and still didn't know how to tidy up the house.
Song Zhixing pushed open the door and turned on the light.
The house was not big, with an open kitchen, living room and bedroom, so it was barely ok for her to live alone. But once Tang Yu came in, the whole house seemed particularly crowded.
Song Zhixing put on slippers, put her bag aside, and quickly took away the pajamas she had changed out of in the morning. She said to him, "There are no slippers here. Just wear them and come in."
Tang Yu came in directly.
In fact, the room wasn't really messy, except for her pajamas thrown on the bed and the clothes that hadn't been folded yet piled up on the sofa. She had thrown them in a pile, with her underwear exposed. When he looked over, Song Zhixing was embarrassed and quickly hugged the clothes in her arms, her face slightly red, "Sit down, I'll clean it up."
"Just do your thing, don't worry about me."
Song Zhixing sat on the bed with her back to him, folding clothes. Tang Yu stood in the middle of the hall and looked around. The house was small and a little depressing. Compared with the villa, the environment was really bad. The air quality was not suitable for her. On the balcony, there was an old washing machine, which was clearly left by the previous employer. This washing machine had washed clothes for so many people. He continued to look around and saw a whole box of instant noodle boxes next to her workbench. He walked closer, opened it and took a look. There were already four or five boxes missing from the box. Does she eat instant noodles every day
His eyes fell on the picture on her workbench again. He seemed interested and pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Did you draw all these?" he asked, flipping through the drawings.
Song Zhixing turned around while folding clothes and nodded, "Yeah."
Tang Yu looked at the drawings, and Song Zhixing recalled his words today when he questioned her ability, and she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. His requirements were always very high, and she didn't know if her drawings would be pleasing to him.
As a result, she had no time to pack up, and her heart was completely on him. From time to time, she looked back at him, trying to find out whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with the quality of her drawings. However, he kept looking at her, very attentively, with no emotional ups and downs on his face, making it difficult for her to guess what he was thinking.
"Have you been supporting yourself by drawing these pictures in recent years?" He suddenly asked after a long time.
"Yeah." Song Zhixing put the folded clothes into the cupboard and replied, "Occasionally I do some other part-time jobs. Anyway, I do these during my rest time."
Tang Yu leaned back in his chair, looking at her slender figure, "Why don't you marry Chi Huan? Just like you said, you don't have to work so hard."
Song Zhixing paused for a moment before asking in a low voice, "Why should I marry him? I don't like him."
"That's right." Tang Yu sighed, his voice cold, "The one you like most is always yourself."
Song Zhixing could tell that this was an accusation against his past, but for a moment, he couldn't find any other words to refute.
The two of them had nothing to say, and she had finished her work, so she could only sit there. Tang Yu glanced at her, then looked at his watch, put down the blueprint, and stood up, "I should go."
"Ah~" Song Zhixing sighed, barely audible. She looked up at him, feeling a sense of reluctance rising from her chest. She stood up slowly and whispered, "Then I'll take you there."
Tang Yu glanced at her, his eyes were a little serious, and Song Zhixing was puzzled. However, he did not stay any longer, just turned around and walked out.
Song Zhixing followed him, walking slowly. However, the whole house was so small that even a snail could reach the door. Tang Yu's hand was on the door. Song Zhixing looked at his back and felt that she had a lot to say to him. However, before she could open her mouth, he suddenly turned around and said, "Come to my office tomorrow."
"Ah?" Song Zhixing looked at him hesitantly.
Tang Yu glanced at her bare neck. There was nothing unusual about her expression. "Necklace, do you want it again?"
"Didn't you say you threw it away?"
"It's so expensive, what's the point of throwing it away?"
Song Zhixing's eyes suddenly sparkled and he smiled happily, "You didn't throw it away! Then I'll go to your office tomorrow and you must return it to me."
Her smile, in Tang Yu's eyes, made him a little dazed. He hadn't seen such a bright smile in three years. Even in these few encounters, when they faced each other, they were mostly cold or disappointed.
This smile was something he hadn't seen for three years. It was like sunshine that penetrated the haze and shone into his heart.
His mind was in turmoil, but he remained restrained and said calmly, "I'm leaving."
Song Zhixing then withdrew his happiness and said "Oh" in disappointment. As a result, Tang Yu opened the door and heard a loud noise coming from outside. Song Zhixing immediately recognized the voices of his colleagues, and of course, Taozi's voice was also among them.
"Second Uncle, wait a moment!" Song Zhixing was anxious and called out softly. He instinctively reached out and grabbed Tang Yu's arm, pulling him back after he had already taken a step.
The door slammed shut. Tang Yu was tall and straight, and he turned around suddenly when she pulled him unexpectedly, and his body hit Song Zhixing hard. And what about Song Zhixing? She was now paying full attention to the noise outside. He hit her with such a strong force that she couldn't keep her balance and almost fell to the ground.
"Second Uncle!" She called for help, waving her hands in the air.
He heard the long-lost "Second Uncle" again, and Tang Yu's mind was shaken. He stretched out his long arm and easily grabbed her waist.
[Today's update is complete.]