One Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety-Two Acting Like a Coquettish Person (II)

She never expected that the person she was going to meet tonight was Tang Yu. She felt sad and happy at the same time.

She suppressed her mixed emotions by herself. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She walked over gracefully in her high heels and held his hand calmly, "Hello, Mr. Tang."

Mr. Tang...

Tang Yu's eyes were gloomy. In his palm, her hand was as thin as ever. However, these hands were no longer as pure as before, and some small calluses could be felt faintly.

He didn't let go for a while, and the scene suddenly became strange. Song Zhixing could feel that everyone's attention was focused on her, some were exploring and some were looking at her, especially Yalin, who was staring at her with eyes that seemed to be seeing through her. She coughed awkwardly and carefully pulled her hand out of Tang Yu's hand. For a long time, the heat of his palm seemed to remain on her fingertips. The warm feeling kept moving from her fingers to her heart, making her heart tremble.

She quietly raised her eyes and couldn't help but sneak a peek at Tang Yu, but he lowered his head to talk with Mr. Wang, and the group had already walked towards the private room. There was no abnormality in his expression.

Song Zhixing was a little frustrated.

Obviously, she was the only one who was distracted by a handshake just now. Perhaps, in his world, she was no longer qualified to influence him.

——

In the private room, the lights were dim and the atmosphere was ambiguous.

Mr. Wang and Tang Yu and his group were talking about work. Song Zhixing listened to the side and roughly understood what was going on - Huanyu focused on design, and Tang's design department had not yet been formally established, so it couldn't take down big projects. There were several buildings to be divided out, and now Huanyu came here just to share this piece of cake.

Song Zhixing didn't understand the business, and just sat in the corner after coming in. The snacks in front looked particularly delicious. While others were not paying attention, she stuffed them into her mouth one by one with a fork. Her eyes, however, lingered on the other side from time to time.

Tang Yu didn't seem to be very interested in this cooperation, and didn't say much during the whole process. Except for President Wang who was toasting, Secretary Yalin was sitting close to him. She looked like she wanted to stick her whole body to him. Moreover, Tang Yu didn't avoid her, and looked like he would accept anyone who came.

Yalin's hand fell on his shoulder, and then gradually moved down...

Song Zhixing suddenly felt that she couldn't eat anymore. She let out a heavy breath, took the wine glass on the table, and drank a large glass. Putting the glass down heavily, she stood up suddenly and wanted to go out for some fresh air.

In such a closed space, she had difficulty breathing.

She didn't notice that she put the glass down with too much force, and the sound made everyone look at her.

"Xingxing, don't go out yet!" At this moment, President Wang called her.

She turned around, and President Wang waved at her with a smile, "I didn't realize that you are so good at drinking. Come here, have a few drinks with the second master."

"..." Song Zhixing was a little embarrassed. She used to have a low alcohol tolerance, but she did drink a lot in the past three years. If it were in the past, Tang Yu would have been furious if he knew that she dared to drink secretly. But now...

A circle of bitterness rose in her heart, and she looked at Tang Yu. Tang Yu didn't have much expression on his face, but he poured two glasses of foreign wine himself.

Mr. Wang was happy, knowing that he had made the right bet, so he sent Yalin away, "Yalin, you just drank a lot, go out and get some fresh air. Xingxing, come and sit here!"

Song Zhixing was pulled and sat down in Yalin's original position. Mr. Wang was quite strong, and when Song Zhixing sat down, he almost fell into Tang Yu's arms. Tang Yu originally had two glasses of wine in his hands, and she bumped into him, and some of the wine spilled and splashed on her face.

He frowned and looked down at her, and the alcohol fell on her fair little face, all the way down, and finally stopped on her bright red lips. She stuck out her small red tongue and instinctively licked it gently. The remaining moisture on her lips became more ambiguous under the light.

His breathing was slightly heavy, and his eyes suddenly became deep.

However, she didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her. Her eyes were only fixed on Tang Yu's face.

The two were so close, his facial features were no longer as blurry as in the dream, but unusually clear. She could smell the faint mint scent on him, and her heartbeat became unusually fast, as if it would jump out of her chest at any time.

She was so stunned that she forgot to get up.

"Are you going to lie on me like this forever?" Tang Yu opened his lips with his thin lips.

Song Zhixing came back to his senses belatedly, embarrassed, and quickly stood up. The movement was too big, and his shoulder hit the two glasses of wine in Tang Yu's hand that had not been emptied. This time, all the wine was knocked out and splashed on his shirt and suit pants.

Tang Yu glanced at Song Zhixing heavily, his face darkened. He put down the empty wine glass.

"I'm sorry." She was sweating coldly on her back when he looked at her. She instinctively took out a tissue and helped him wipe the stain on his shirt. Her soft hands continued to move down and wiped his pants randomly. As she wiped, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

Under her fingers, something became hot and hard.

This is...

Her throat was hot and her fingers trembled. She stopped on the suddenly erected thing and was in a dilemma for a while.

"Do you usually work like this in front of customers?" Tang Yu held her hand and stared at her with cold eyes. His voice was hoarse.

Damn it!

He was actually aroused by such a low-level trick in such an occasion. Over the years, he has been through many battles, and there are countless women who have touched him like this, and he has always felt extremely disgusted with this.

Only she...

"Song Zhixing, who did you learn these low-level tricks from? How many customers have you used them on?" He asked coldly, his expression was surprisingly cold.

It is inevitable to get some bad habits when you are struggling in society. But, she dared to learn this bad habit of seducing men? !

Song Zhixing felt a little wronged by his questioning, especially the disgust and accusation in her eyes, which made her feel uncomfortable. She bit her lip and tried to pull her hand back in anger. Tang Yu held it tightly and didn't let go.

The scene suddenly became very... strange.

Except for Mr. Wang, everyone on the Huanyu side was confused. This Song Zhixing actually knew Mr. Tang Er? And it seemed that they had a close relationship.

Du Hui was also having a headache here.

"Xingxing, you made the Second Master angry, so you should drink two glasses with him. Come, toast the Second Master a glass of wine." Mr. Wang came out to smooth things over and poured two more glasses of wine.

Song Zhixing took the wine with one hand and struggled to get his other hand out of Tang Yu's hand. His wrist had been pulled red by him.