It was the long-lost "Second Uncle" again. Tang Yu's mind was shaken. He stretched out his long arm and easily grabbed her waist. Her soft voice seemed to still float in his ears, hitting his eardrums and shaking his heart.
She was still in shock, and instinctively hugged his neck with both hands. In this way, her whole body was almost hanging on him.
The two of them looked into each other's eyes. The man's breath, with a faint fragrance, sprayed on her little face. Song Zhixing's breathing became a little unstable when he looked at her like this, and her chest rose and fell violently. Her face gradually turned red. She realized later that she was hugging his neck, and she was hugging him very tightly. She was embarrassed for a moment, and her mind kept telling herself to take her hand back immediately, but she felt reluctant to do so.
She hadn't been held in his arms like this for a long, long time...
"What are you doing?" Tang Yu finally spoke, looking at her inquiringly.
Song Zhixing was so embarrassed that she had to stand up straight and take a step back. Her face flushed, and her hand slowly slid down from his neck, "Wait a minute before you leave. The people who just came back are my colleagues and classmates. If they see you, I will definitely be pestered with questions. I really won't be able to explain anything then."
Tang Yu understood and nodded in agreement. He was caught by company employees when he left the female employee's room at night. She had a bad reputation and he was indeed suspected of being "improper".
Song Zhixing leaned against the door, his ear pressed tightly against the door, listening carefully to the noise outside. Tang Yu stood at the door and waited for a while, but the people outside didn't seem to want to leave.
He stepped back, took off his suit and put it aside. He leaned his tall body on the sofa and looked at her lazily with squinted eyes.
Three years.
She has grown up.
Last time in front of him, she was wearing that sexy skirt, and her slender figure was fully revealed in front of his eyes. Although she was a little thinner, it didn't affect the touch at all. Obviously, she had developed very well in the past three years.
At this moment, she looked so capable in her work clothes that she could barely appear mature enough to deceive outsiders who didn't know her.
Tang Yu looked at her leisurely, and just watching her from a distance, his heart became surprisingly peaceful. A small house actually has its advantages - his villa has been empty for three years, which always makes people feel bad.
Song Zhixing had no idea that Tang Yu was staring at her, and her mind was focused on the outside. After listening for a long time, she turned her head and looked at him. Tang Yu immediately adjusted his expression and looked serious. His eyes also fell on the other person's architectural magazine on the coffee table in front of him.
Song Zhixing said in a distressed tone, "It seems like there are a few people standing outside chatting. They are all having a great time and I'm afraid they don't want to go back and rest now."
"Yeah, I understand." He nodded.
"What about you?"
"Let's talk about it after they go in." Tang Yu looked very calm. He flipped through the magazine and glanced at her. "Just do your thing. Don't worry about me."
"… All right."
Song Zhixing looked at him, and she was actually a little happy in her heart. She hoped that the people outside could continue chatting.
She took her pajamas from the closet and looked at him. "I'm going to take a shower. If you're bored, watch TV for a while. The remote control is on the coffee table."
"Yes." Tang Yu nodded, "Go ahead."
After Song Zhixing closed the door, she heard the sound of the TV outside. She stood by the door for a while, and through the mirror, she could see the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously. She never thought that one day, she could get along with him so peacefully.
only…
Does your second uncle still care about the things that happened in the past
Since she had been so brooding over it, he certainly wouldn't have been able to accept it calmly.
Thinking of this, Song Zhixing felt a little disappointed. However, she didn't dare to ask. It was a scar. If she asked, it might be bloodied and exposed. After three years, it might not have healed.
She put her pajamas aside in frustration. Actually, it was good for them to be like this now. If he couldn't let go, at least they hadn't become enemies and could still be friends. To become lovers like in the past and imagine that he would continue to pamper and love her was too much to ask and too much to hope.
But now this situation is a blessing in disguise. Although, the word "friend" makes me feel bitter just thinking about it.
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When Song Zhixing came out of the shower, Tang Yu closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa. He came to the KTV right after getting off the plane, and now it can be seen that he was really tired, and fell asleep on the sofa.
In his ears, he could hear his even breathing. As Song Zhixing listened, he felt that the whole world had become unusually peaceful. The sadness that had just accumulated in his heart also disappeared without a trace.
She held a towel, wiped her wet hair, stood there, looked at him, couldn't help but smile. She turned off the TV, took a blanket and gently covered him. He didn't wake up.
Song Zhixing turned on the computer and drew for a while. Tonight, even her work efficiency became much faster than usual. Halfway through the drawing, there was no sound outside. She glanced at the person on the sofa and struggled whether to wake him up. If he slept like this all night, he would definitely have a sore back when he woke up the next day.
She put down the mouse, stood up, walked over, and gently patted his shoulder. He didn't wake up, and frowned.
"Tang Yu, it's time to wake up." Song Zhixing leaned over to his ear and whispered to him. He didn't even realize how gentle his voice was at the moment. "They have all entered the room."
Tang Yu didn't move for a moment.
Song Zhixing looked at him so closely, with all kinds of emotions surging in her heart. As she looked at him, she couldn't help but become naughty again. She grabbed a strand of her hair and playfully brushed the end of her hair against his face a few times. This time, he responded, and his warm big hand immediately grabbed her wrist. The next moment, he had embraced her with his other hand. Song Zhixing was held against his chest, her ear was against his chest, and she could hear his 'thumping' heartbeat. She held her breath, and without struggling, she just let him hold her.
She felt that she could sleep like this all night, even if she had backache tomorrow, she didn't care. Thinking of this, Song Zhixing really didn't call him anymore, and fell asleep in his arms. After a while, she carefully and tentatively wrapped her arms around his neck. He didn't wake up, so she rested her head on his shoulder with peace of mind, closed her eyes and fell asleep with love.
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Song Zhixing slept soundly that night. She thought she had a dream, in which Tang Yu held her in his arms and put her on the bed, tucked her in like he used to, and blew her wet hair dry. This dream was a little beautiful and sweet, and she didn't want to wake up at all, so she kept enjoying it.