As a result, Tang Yu not only looked at the public environment, but also understood the environment in the apartment. Of course, now all the employees are in KTV, and only Song Zhixing is left alone.

She was a little cramped, "It's so late, don't go in, lonely man and widow." ”

What lonely men and widows? That's not what she cared about. It's been too busy lately, and she's been in a hurry to come out in the morning, and the house hasn't been cleaned up at all.

"Lonely men and widows?" Tang Yu laughed slightly: "When I was drunk and ran to my drunken madness in the middle of the night, I didn't think about being a lonely man and a widow?" ”

Song Zhixing was so embarrassed that he couldn't feel ashamed. What should come will come.

The key is......

"When did I get out of shape? I'm sexual......" The word 'sexy' was stuck when he met Tang Yu's meaningful eyes. She took the words back and looked at him, "Forget it, don't talk about it." Do you really want to go in? ”

"Hmm." He didn't even say a word.

Song Zhixing took out the door key and did psychological construction for him, "It's very messy inside." ”

She was a little annoyed. After a while, when I went in and saw the clothes and sheets that I hadn't had time to tidy up, I guess I would think that she was immature again, and she wouldn't clean up the house until now.

Song Zhixing pushed the door open and turned on the light.

The house is not big, the kitchenette, hall and bedroom are open, she lives alone and is barely OK. As soon as Tang Yu came in, the whole room was particularly crowded.

Song Zhixing changed into slippers, put the bag aside, and quickly took away the pajamas that he had changed out of the morning on the bed, while talking to him, "There are no slippers here, you can wear them directly." ”

Tang Yu came in directly.

In fact, the room is not really messy, except for her pajamas thrown on the bed, and the clothes piled up on the sofa that have not had time to be folded. She threw it into a pile, and her underwear and panties were exposed. His gaze looked over, and Song Zhixing hurriedly hugged his clothes in his arms in embarrassment, his face was slightly red, "You sit down, I'll clean up." ”

"You're busy, don't worry about me."

Song Zhixing sat on the bed with his back and folded his clothes. Tang Yu stood in the center of the hall and looked around. The house is a little oppressive, and the environment is really bad compared to the villa. The air quality is not suitable for her either. On the balcony, there is an old washing machine, which is clearly left over from the previous employer. I don't know how many people's clothes have been washed in this washing machine. He continued to wander around, and at a glance he saw a whole box of instant noodles on the edge of her workbench. He approached, opened it and took a look, and there were already four or five boxes missing from a box of instant noodles. Is she eating instant noodles every day?

His gaze fell back to the picture of her workbench, and as if interested, he pulled out his chair and sat down.

"You painted it?" He asked, flipping through the drawings.

Song Zhixing turned his head while folding his clothes and nodded, "Hmm." ”

Tang Yu looked at those drawings, Song Zhixing remembered the words he had questioned his strength today, and his heart was inevitably a little upset and a little upset. His requirements have always been very high, and she doesn't know if these pictures will get into his eyes.

As a result, she didn't have much time to pack up her things, and her heart fell on him. From time to time, I would look back at him to see if he was satisfied or dissatisfied with the quality of his drawings. However, he kept watching, watching intently, and there were not many emotional ups and downs on his face, so that it was difficult for her to guess what he was thinking.

"In the past few years, you have relied on drawing these pictures to support yourself?" After a long time, he suddenly asked.

"Hmm." Song Zhixing put the folded clothes in the cupboard and replied to him, "I occasionally do some other part-time jobs." Anyway, I spent my time off doing that. ”

Tang Yu leaned back in his chair and looked at her slender back, "Why don't you marry Ji Huan?" Like you said, don't work so hard. ”

Song Zhixing's movements paused, and after a while, he asked in a low voice: "Why should I marry him, I don't like him." ”

"Yes." Tang Yu sighed, his voice was cold, "Your favorite has always been yourself." ”

Read between the lines. Song Zhixing could hear that this was his accusation against his past, but he couldn't find anything else to refute for a while.

The two of them had nothing to say again, and she was busy with the business on her hands, so she could only sit like this. Tang Yu glanced at her, looked at his watch again, put down the drawings, and stood up, "I should go." ”

"Ah~" Song Zhixing sighed, inaudible. Looking up at him, there was a reluctance factor in his heart that was constantly overflowing from his chest. She slowly stood up and whispered, "Then I'll send you." ”

Tang Yu glanced at her, his eyes were a little deep, and he couldn't see Song Zhixing. However, he did not stay any longer, only turned and walked out.

Song Zhixing followed behind him, walking slowly. However, the whole room is so big that even snails can grind against the door. Tang Yu's hand was on the door panel. Song Zhixing looked at the back and felt that he had a lot to say to him, but before she could speak, he suddenly turned around, "Come to my office tomorrow." ”

"Huh?" Song Zhixing looked at him sneeringly.

Tang Yu glanced at her bare neck. His expression didn't look unusual. "Necklace, do you want more?"

"Didn't you say throw it away?"

"It's so expensive, what's the benefit of throwing it away?"

Song Zhixing's eyes suddenly lit up, and he smiled happily, "You didn't throw it away!" Then I'll go to your office tomorrow, and you must pay me back. ”

Her smile fell in Tang Yu's eyes, making him a little dazed. I haven't seen such a bright smile in three years. Even in these encounters, when they face each other, most of them are cold or stunned.

This smile has been absent for three years. It was like sunlight shining through the haze and projecting onto his heart.

His mind fluctuated greatly, but he only restrained himself on his face, and said lightly: "I'm leaving." ”

Song Zhixing retracted his joy and let out a disappointed 'oh'. As a result, Tang Yucai opened the door and heard a commotion outside. Song Zhixing immediately heard the voice of a colleague, and of course, there was also the voice of Peaches.

"Second uncle, wait a minute!" Song Zhixing's heart was anxious, and with a low call, he instinctively reached out and dragged Tang Yu's arm, and dragged him back, who had already taken a step.

The door slammed shut. Tang Yu was tall and straight, and was pulled by her accident, turned around suddenly, and slammed into Song Zhixing. And what about Song Zhixing? Her attention was all about listening to the movement outside, and he was so strong that gravity hit her, and she couldn't stabilize herself all of a sudden, and she almost fell to the floor.

"Second uncle!" She whispered for help, one hand fluttering in the air.

It was another long-lost 'second uncle', Tang Yu's heart shook violently, and with a long arm, he easily buckled her waist.

[Finished today's update.] 】