One Thousand One Hundred Ninety-One Sense of Security (III)

She let out a soft cry and immediately wrapped her clothes tightly, making them airtight.

"Stop making trouble?" Tang Yu's expression finally improved.

Song Zhixing was so embarrassed that he wished he could find a hole to crawl in. Did your second uncle also see what you looked like just now?

"You... you are no better than me." She felt too embarrassed, pointed at him dully, and wanted to drag him into the water, "Look, aren't you also being looked at?"

Tang Yu lowered his eyes, looked at her fingers, and breathed heavier, "Where do you touch?"

Inexplicably, Song Zhixing's clear eyes met his, and then he looked towards his fingertips unhurriedly.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, you're even more embarrassed.

My fingers couldn't help but feel a little soft and numb.

She...she poked somewhere wrong, she actually poked the pink spot on his chest desperately!

and……

She could even feel that little bit getting hotter and harder under her fingertips.

Her fingers also became hot. His mind was in chaos, and he even forgot to twitch his hand for a while, only staring at him in embarrassment and stupidity.

"Aren't you going to let go?" Tang Yu clasped her little hand, grabbed it, and lowered his voice, "Little girl, don't act like a gangster in my company. There are cameras everywhere."

His voice was low, and his breath was hot, ambiguously brushing her little face.

Song Zhixing's heart beat wildly for several beats. He realized that he had been 'framed' by him, and immediately blushed and defended: "I didn't act like a gangster! If I say I was acting like a gangster, it was you who was acting like a gangster. You were the one who treated me first and then..."

The words "hug and hug" almost blurted out. However, before I could say it, I got stuck. Meeting his eyes, she kept silent, bit her lip, lowered her eyes, not daring to continue talking.

This kind of topic is actually really not suitable for them.

No matter how I listen to it, I feel perverted and embarrassed.

Her sudden silence made Tang Yu frown. One glance revealed the confusion and embarrassment on her face.

The hand in his palm,

She was even more firmly pulled back.

As soon as his palms were empty, his heart seemed to be empty for a moment, and he felt quite uncomfortable.

This little girl obviously couldn't accept it, and was even a little resistant to a relationship between them other than uncle and nephew.

"Second uncle, are you about to get off work?" Song Zhixing took the schoolbag in his hand and returned to the respectful and obedient manner of a junior to his elders. "I won't go up. I'll wait for you here."

Tang Yu originally had some work to finish, but after glancing at her soaked body, he just said in a deep voice: "Go home directly, the car is in the underground garage."

After saying that, he walked to the elevator first. Song Zhixing stood there and stared at his back for a long time, then followed him calmly.

Hmm~

Are you overthinking or being too sensitive? Why does she always feel that something is getting more and more wrong between her and her second uncle?

When she thought of a certain possibility, she felt sincerely scared.

No! Can't! Then you must be thinking too much!

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On the way back, Song Zhixing remained depressed, leaning his little head against the car window, keeping a distance from him intentionally or unintentionally.

Tang Yu's expression didn't look good, so the whole way back, the carriage was stuffy.

When Song Zhixing felt like he was about to die of suffocation, the car finally stopped in front of the villa.

She immediately opened the car door and rushed into the rain regardless of the pouring rain outside. He turned back to Tang Yu and said, "Second uncle, I'll go in first!"

Tang Yu sat in the car, looking at the fleeing figure with deep eyes, a layer of gloom formed between his brows.

It seemed that before he had time to take action, his little prey was already alert and about to run away.

But, does she know that Tang Yu has never failed in what he wants?

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"Miss, why are you so wet?" As soon as she walked in, Sister Li rushed out of the kitchen, "You have a cold."

Song Zhixing was in a mess and was inexplicably afraid of facing Tang Yu. He just took off his coat and gave it to Sister Li. He didn't stay too long and hurried upstairs, "I'm going to take a shower first."

She put on hot water and soaked herself in the bathtub, trying to relax herself. However, his words about 'I just like 18 years old' this morning suddenly appeared in her mind. She opened her eyes in shock and felt a chill down her spine.

No matter what her second uncle's thoughts were, she had to step up her plan.

When he thought of this, Song Zhixing couldn't bear it anymore. She got up from the bathtub, grabbed a towel and wiped her body casually, took a nightgown and put it on before rushing out of the bathroom.

after a little while……

She was standing outside Tang Yu's door holding the black shirt she bought in the mall today. I have been nervously considering what I want to say for a while.

She raised her hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

A man's voice sounded from inside the door. A little serious, a little lazy, very sexy.

Song Zhixing had no intention of appreciating it at the moment. He swallowed, calmed his mind, and pushed the door open.

Inside the door, Tang Yu was sitting on the sofa. She had just taken a shower and was wearing a black nightgown. He was wiping his short hair with a towel in one hand, and typing idly on the notebook in front of him with the other hand. The fingers with well-defined joints are very beautiful.

He never raised his head, his eyes focused on the computer screen. I'm busy with the work that I just didn't have time to finish.

Song Zhixing put his hands behind his back and stood there without saying a word.

Tang Yu raised his eyes and looked at her indifferently, then lowered his eyes and asked aloud: "Is something wrong?"

"...... Yeah."

"Go ahead."

Song Zhixing bit her lip and slowly took out the well-wrapped shirt from behind.

Tang Yu heard the rustling sound and looked up again. When he saw the shirt, the gloom and coldness on his face were instantly wiped away, and the corners of his lips curled up, "Gift?"

"...... Yeah." Song Zhixing nodded a little stiffly.

Lying is not her strong point, especially in front of Tang Yu, a shrewd man. But now she can only bite the bullet and make up a story.

"Black, I like it very much." He had a charming smile on his lips, and he seemed to be in a good mood and praised, "You have a good taste."

Song Zhixing was relieved to see that he liked it. The next moment, he waved his hand, "Second Uncle, don't get me wrong, this is not my choice."

Tang Yu raised his eyebrows.

It seems that he didn't understand what she said.

Song Zhixing continued: "......This is not my gift to you either."

Tang Yu's mood was not affected by her words at all, but nodded, indicating that he knew.

This little girl is stubborn and can't lose face, so it's not surprising that she refuses to admit that it was a gift from him. He just knows that she has this intention, and he doesn't force her to admit it.

Tang Yu reached out to take the shirt, and the more he looked at it, the better it looked.

However, the next moment, her words made the smile on his face freeze.