One Thousand One Hundred and Seventy-Four 1 Living Buddha Statue at Home (One)

Tang Yu's expression became colder, and he tapped his long fingers on the armrest of the sofa, "Who taught you this?"

The sound made by his fingers seemed to hit Song Zhixing's heart. She suddenly became mute, raised her eyebrows cautiously, and did not dare to speak.

Tang Yu's eyes wandered over her body from top to bottom. The floral cotton pajamas she wore were actually quite conservative, and were just right for an 18-year-old child. However, the originally fair face now had a faint, abnormal blush.

Tang Yu frowned, "Have you been drinking?"

Song Zhixing bit his lip, not daring to nod, let alone shake his head.

"Who gave her the wine?" These words were neither light nor heavy, but they silenced the entire villa. His eyes faintly glanced at the servants and housekeepers on the side. Several people were breaking out in cold sweats. You looked at me and I looked at you. Finally, the housekeeper took a step forward and said, "Sir, the lady usually doesn't drink. Today..."

"Who gave her the wine?" The butler was interrupted. Tang Yu's tone was a bit serious. Obviously, he didn't have the patience to listen to any excuses. This is the consistent behavior style of the second master of the Tang family. Any reasons or excuses are invalid for him.

"I brought the wine to the young lady." Sister Li knew there was no excuse, so she stepped forward and admitted in a low voice: "Second Master, I brought the wine."

"I took the initiative to ask for the wine from Sister Li. I have nothing to do with her." Song Zhixing, who was originally like a little rabbit and didn't dare to breathe, couldn't hold it back now, and stood in front of Sister Li with his small body. , looked directly at Tang Yu, "Second uncle, if you want to be held accountable, just come to me. It has nothing to do with anyone else."

Tang Yu's slender and strong legs were crossed.

Obviously he was sitting and they were standing, but his cold eyes glanced over, and his aura made Song Zhixing feel that he was suddenly shorter.

The eyes that were still looking at him just now lowered again, not daring to look at him again, "I...I'm sorry, second uncle, I realized my mistake this time, please don't blame other people."

If it really caused Sister Li to be fired, she would have a bad conscience. Over the years, she has been fired from numerous jobs because of her ignorance. The second uncle has always been cold-faced and ruthless. He will let people go if he is told, without any room for maneuver.

There was no trace of emotion on Tang Yu's face, he just asked: "What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't have drank." She confessed very piously.

"anything else?"

besides?

Song Zhixing thought about it seriously.

"I shouldn't have a party either. My 18th birthday is not very important."

Tang Yu stared at the pajamas she was wearing. When he thought of the group of boys who had drank like her, his expression became darker and his tone became colder, "What else?"

"What else?" Song Zhixing racked his brains and couldn't think of a reason. She could only stand there, frowning in distress.

Tang Yu stood up and walked towards her with his long legs. Song Zhixing was forced to take a step back subconsciously by his overpowering aura, his leg sockets pressed against the single sofa behind him, and there was no way he could retreat.

The resolute and stern face of Mr. Tang was just a stone's throw away from her, "Next time, if you dare to appear like this in front of your male classmates, not to mention Sister Li, everyone in the villa will have to pack up and leave. "

His tone was still that neither light nor serious, neither urgent nor slow, but the words he spoke were loud and impactful, like a boulder hitting Song Zhixing's heart heavily, making her tremble with fear. If everyone gets out, what's the point? She must die of guilt. However, she knew that her second uncle always kept his word.

She blinked, but before she could regain her senses, Tang Yu had already passed by her and was walking upstairs.

After taking two steps, he glanced back at her and said, "What are you still doing standing here? Go upstairs and wash away the smell of alcohol from your body."

"Oh~" Song Zhixing came to his senses belatedly and immediately responded crisply, "Okay, right away!"

Tang Yu didn't say anything more and went upstairs.

It wasn't until his figure completely disappeared that the group of people downstairs breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Zhixing stuck out his tongue, "What's wrong with my pajamas? Sister Li, is it really that ugly to make my second uncle so angry?"

"It's not ugly. She looks good in anything she wears. However, my husband is a traditional person, so he probably can't accept your new ideas about pajama parties."

Song Zhixing felt that what Sister Li said made sense, and complained in a low voice: "Uncle Old Antique!"

Although they are only 30 years old, some things are as stereotyped as if they were 60 years old. There are really four generation gaps between them, no, it is a gap, and they cannot communicate.

Song Zhixing was already looking forward to when he would leave again. It would be best to leave for a longer time this time, so that she could resume her previous free life.

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after a little while.

The door to the master bedroom was pulled open from the inside. The man had already taken a shower and came downstairs refreshed. At this moment, he took off his formal clothes and wore a black nightgown. He looked younger, but the calm temperament and restrained demeanor inherent in God had not dissipated.

"Sir, are you still awake?" Sister Li greeted him.

"Pour some water." Tang Yu replied calmly and walked to the kitchen. Halfway through, he glanced at Sister Li and asked casually, "Is that girl asleep?"

"Miss, I haven't slept yet! It's my birthday today. I'm very happy. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep until later."

Tang Yu nodded. She was indeed very happy tonight, but her appearance seemed to change her happiness.

Thinking of this, she was silent for a moment. After a while, she ordered again: "Cook the hangover soup and send it to her. Let her go to bed early."

"Ah, I almost forgot." Sister Li seemed to have just remembered this and hurried back to the kitchen.

Tang Yu seemed to really come to pour water, and did not stay for long, and went upstairs. When Sister Li came out, she found that there was an extra beautifully wrapped gift on the coffee table in the hall.

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The next day.

Song Zhixing yawned, wearing a school uniform, and came out of the room lazily. She was still sleepy and staggered when she went downstairs.

"Miss, be careful not to fall from above. If the master knows, he will scold you again." Sister Li reminded her downstairs.

Song Zhixing then remembered that there was a big living Buddha at home, and her sleepiness immediately disappeared without a trace, and her body was straight, and she asked Sister Li carefully, "Has the second uncle got up?"

While asking, she did not forget to look back at the master bedroom.

Her look made Sister Li laugh, "Mr. left early this morning."

"Left?" Song Zhixing's eyes were bright as he ran down the stairs, "Sister Li, when you say left, is he going on another long business trip? Did he say how long he would be gone this time?"

"You are such a heartless person! I am just waiting for your second uncle to leave."