The moment they looked at each other, Tang Jingyun could obviously feel the dodge in the woman's eyes.

The light in his eyes suddenly deepened.

He paused, then threw the papers in his hand on the desk, got up from the office chair, and walked calmly, approaching the woman's direction.

He stood still in front of her, his tall frame casting shadow over the tiny woman.

The man leaned over slightly, his lips were close to Song Tiantian's ear, and when he spoke, the warm breath was like a feather, and it was crisp and itchy and slid through Song Tiantian's sensitive nerves.

"Where to eat at night?" He asked nonchalantly.

Song Tian was stunned and looked at him with red eyes.

Tang Jingyun chuckled lowly, straightened up, raised his hand and rubbed her long hair, as if he was smoothing the hair of a docile kitten.

"I said in the morning, I'm going to take you to dinner in the evening, you can choose the location."

“……”

Dine?

When such a big thing happened, his first thought was to take her to dinner?

Song Tiantian shook his head: "I'm not hungry, how is Song Congli?" Not dead, right? ...... the hell he is?"

Tang Jingyun made a silent gesture towards her: "These, it's not up to you." ”

"But I was the only one who was there when he had an accident, and I did smash him, if he really has something long and short, I can't get rid of it,......"

"Everything is with me."

The simple four words made Song Tiantian completely speechless.

Tang Jingyun didn't have the slightest scruples, took advantage of the situation to wrap his arms around her waist, buckled her into his arms, and left indifferently in the shocked sight of a group of gossips.

*

When night falls, the lights come on, lively and noisy.

Song Tiantian sat in the car, his mind still immersed in the things that happened during the day.

She tilted her head out of the window and watched thoughtfully as the scenery around her rapidly recede.

Tang Jingyun's gaze occasionally fell on her, and when he saw her quietly thinking, he didn't bother him.

Song Tiantian wanted to eat hot pot, but this time, Tang Jingyun didn't follow her.

She still has wounds on her hands, so she has to avoid it.

So, he took her to a light-tasting Italian restaurant.

He handed the menu to Song Tilting, but Song Tilting was absent-minded.

"I'll just eat something, you can watch it."

With that, she turned her gaze sideways out the window again.

She sat by the window on the eighth floor, and through the curved glass mirror, she could see the prosperous and beautiful night scene outside.

Christmas is approaching, and the streets are filled with a festive atmosphere.

Christmas trees of all sizes are lit up in the windows.

She looked at it, and she saw God.

It wasn't until Tang Jingyun raised her hand and knocked twice on the table in front of her that she came back to her senses.

There was delicate and delicious food in front of her, but Song Tiantian couldn't raise any appetite, but under Tang Jingyun's warning gaze, she still ate some more.

The two of them occasionally talked, but they were inconsequential.

This meal lasted for more than an hour, although Song Tian didn't eat much.

After eating, Song poured out his heart on a whim and wanted to hang out for a while.

On the pedestrian street, it is bustling.

Song Tiantian stood in front of a shop window, looking at the huge Christmas tree in the window with some dazedness.

Tang Jingyun didn't think there was anything to look at, seeing that she was fascinated, he thought she liked it, and said casually: "If you like it, move back." ”

Moving back?

Song Tingtian thought his words were a little funny.

"I can move everything I like home?"

"Hmm."

"What about men? Can the man I like move back home too? Song Tiantian deliberately teased him.

"If you have the guts, try it."

What a strong danger is implied in an understatement, Song Tiantian understands in his heart.