Tang Feifei stayed at home obediently, helping her mother knead dough and making a cake.
Ever since Tang Yu said that his mother might have vaguely noticed the relationship between them, Tang Feifei felt a little awkward and would occasionally care about her mother's expression. However, the old lady was always calm and composed, concentrating on kneading the dough and reading the recipe, with no sign of abnormality on her face.
Tang Feifei's hands were covered in flour, and the phone in her pocket rang briefly. She washed her hands and took out the phone. It was a message from Angla.
When she clicked on it, Angla sent her a set of pictures. She clicked on them and found that they were interior photos of several well-decorated houses.
Angla's message: Feifei, Mr. Tang asked you to pick the one you like best. There are flats and duplexes; there are riverside ones and mountainside ones. Which one do you like
Tang Feifei was confused at first, but soon understood.
He is such a man of action! He just said he wanted to buy a house last night, and today he actually let Angla choose the house!
She curled her lips, unable to help but think of the incident last night when she and Tang Yu almost had an accident in the car. He said that he wanted to develop a relationship with her slowly, but he must have found it very hard to endure it!
She slid her finger across the screen, looking at each picture carefully, and picked out the flat by the river and sent it over, "This is fine."
Angla replied quickly: "What about the decoration style? Mr. Tang said he would ask you what you think. If you don't want to worry about it, just leave it to him."
She was not a person who liked to worry, and she completely trusted Tang Yu's taste, so she simply replied: "I will listen to my brother."
"Who are you chatting with? Your eyes are fixed on the phone. Let mom see it." Yuan Qing suddenly leaned over and asked.
Tang Feifei was so frightened that her hands trembled and the phone almost slipped out of her hand. She frantically held the phone in her hand and her fingers accidentally touched the photo, which was enlarged to the maximum, and Yuan Qing saw it at a glance.
"What is this?" she asked.
Tang Feifei knew that she couldn't hide it, so she said half-truthfully, "My brother told me last night that he wanted to buy a house, and Angla arranged it for him. He was worried that he wouldn't like the house he picked, so he sent it to me for reference."
Yuan Qing looked over at Tang Feifei several times, and that look made Tang Feifei feel extremely oppressed. She licked her lower lip nervously, her heart was in turmoil, and she only heard her mother ask: "Isn't he living well at home? Why does he want to buy a house again?"
“… I don’t know about this either.”
Yuan Qing washed his hands and reached out to her, "Give me your phone."
"Mom, what are you doing?"
"I'll call your brother! I want to see what's going on with him lately!"
Seeing her mother's inexplicable look, Tang Feifei had no choice but to call Tang Yu and handed the phone to her mother. The phone rang a few times before it was connected. Before Tang Yu could speak, Yuan Qing said, "Son, listen carefully. Mom won't let you buy a house now!"
"Mom, what's wrong?" Tang Yu was confused.
"You don't have to worry about it. Anyway, you are not allowed to buy the house! Even if you buy it, I won't let you move out!" Yuan Qing paused, glanced at his daughter, and scolded her, "Also, don't do anything stupid! You are over 30 years old. You think you are playing house by making a move today and tomorrow!"
Tang Yu was about to say something, but Yuan Qing was already quite angry and hung up the phone.
Tang Feifei looked at her mother's expression and stood aside, not daring to speak. Her mother was rarely so strict, especially when she was talking to her brother, such an attitude almost never appeared.
She now felt that her mother probably knew everything. She even knew the reason why Tang Yu bought the house.
Yuan Qing hung up the phone and continued kneading the dough with a stern face. Tang Feifei stood aside as if she had done something wrong, not even daring to breathe. After kneading for a minute, Yuan Qing suddenly gave up, "No more! My chest feels stuffy, I'm going to sleep for a while!"
"...Mom." Tang Feifei called out.
What Yuan Qing left her was just his back.
———
Tang Feifei has been worried.
In the evening, when Tang Yu came back, the villa was already very quiet. His parents had already gone back to their rooms to sleep.
Hearing the noise downstairs, Tang Feifei immediately turned over and dragged her sprained foot downstairs.
Tang Yu put down the car keys and came in. He looked up and saw her still moving on the stairs. He whispered, "Don't come down if your feet hurt. Stand there and wait."
She was wearing a white plush pajamas, like a cute little rabbit. After hearing his words, she stood against the wall obediently and did not move.
Tang Yu walked upstairs in heavy steps, loosening the tie around his neck and unbuttoning two buttons as he went upstairs.
The movements are graceful and the posture is charming.
His narrow, sexy eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze always fixed on her.
Tang Feifei rested her head against the wall and looked at him. She felt that she was addicted to him and couldn't extricate herself. She couldn't even hide her infatuated eyes.
Tang Yu approached her and leaned one arm against the wall behind her. This action made the firm and sexy muscles on his arm more clearly visible. The bright light shone down from above, covering her slender body.
"Are your feet feeling better?" he asked in a low voice, which sounded particularly charming on a night like this.
Tang Feifei was completely mesmerized by him. When she heard his voice, she came back to her senses. She nodded, "It doesn't hurt that much anymore."
"Did you take the medicine tonight?"
"I applied it myself." Tang Feifei leaned back, her back against the wall, and propped her hands on his chest, "Brother, stand up straight..."
Tang Yu looked at her shy and nervous expression, his eyes darkened slightly, and a hint of emotion flashed across his eyes. He withdrew his hand that was originally supporting the wall and suddenly grabbed her waist. She was so surprised that she cried out softly, and he leaned over and kissed her lips.
She panted, her hands pressed on his shoulders, "Brother..."
"Do you miss me?" Tang Yu sucked her lips and asked in a hoarse voice. The ambiguous breath fell on her cheek, like a feather brushing across her heart, making her heart tremble violently.
She couldn't hide the emotion in her heart, her eyelashes fluttered, and she answered honestly: "I wanted to... but you came back too late."
He held her lips gently and spoke to her, "If you want to, why haven't you called me?"
This man was definitely a master of flirting. This kind of subtle intimacy was even more irresistible than that lingering deep kiss.
She was so anxious that her breathing became disordered. She clenched her fingers and nervously grabbed the shoulder of his shirt. "You are so busy at work... I am afraid to disturb you."
Her voice was powerless, light and floating like a wisp of smoke, and soft and floppy, as if it was about to melt.