One Thousand Four Hundred and Eight Single Men and Single Women (Part 3)

As a result, Tang Yu not only had to look at the public environment, but also the environment inside the apartment. Of course, all the employees are in the ktv now, except Song Zhixing.

She was a little embarrassed, "It's so late, so don't go in, you're alone."

What kind of lonely man and widow? That's not what she cared about. She was really too busy recently, and she came out too hastily in the morning, and didn't clean up the house at all.

"A man and a woman alone?" Tang Yu sneered: "Drunk and disheveled, you ran to my place in the middle of the night and went crazy. Didn't you think about a man and a woman alone?"

Song Zhixing was so embarrassed that he felt ashamed. What is supposed to come will still come.

The key is……

"When did I lose my clothes? That's because of sex..." The word 'sexy' stuck when meeting Tang Yu's meaningful eyes. She put back her words and looked at him, "Forget it, let's stop talking. Do you really want to go in?"

"Yeah." He didn't even say more than one word.

Song Zhixing took out the door key and gave him some mental training, "It's very messy inside."

She was a little annoyed. After a while, I went in and saw the clothes and sheets inside that I hadn't had time to tidy up. I probably thought she was immature again because she still doesn't know how to clean the house.

Song Zhixing opened the door and turned on the light.

The house is not big, with a small kitchen, living room and bedroom open, which is barely enough for her to live alone. As soon as Tang Yu came in, the whole room seemed particularly crowded.

Song Zhixing put on his slippers, put his bag aside, and quickly took away the pajamas he had changed into in the morning from the bed while talking to him, "There are no slippers here, so just wear them and come in."

Tang Yu came in directly.

In fact, the room was not really messy, except for her pajamas scattered on the bed and clothes piled on the sofa that had not been folded yet. She threw them into a pile, with her underwear and underwear exposed. He looked over, and Song Zhixing quickly hugged the clothes in his arms in embarrassment, his face slightly red, "You sit down, I will tidy up."

"You are busy with your business, don't worry about me."

Song Zhixing sat on the bed and folded clothes with him on his back. Tang Yu stood in the center of the hall and looked around. The house is small and a bit depressing, and compared to the villa, the environment is actually a bit worse. The air quality wasn't good for her either. There was an old washing machine on the balcony, which was clearly left behind by the previous employer.

I don’t know how many people’s clothes this washing machine has washed. His eyes continued to wander, and at a glance he saw a whole box of instant noodle boxes on the edge of her workbench. He came closer, opened it and took a look. A box of instant noodles was missing four or five boxes. Does she eat instant noodles every day?

His eyes fell on the picture of her workbench again, and he pulled out the chair and sat down, seemingly interested.

"Did you draw these?" he asked, flipping through the drawings.

Song Zhixing turned around while folding his clothes and nodded, "Yes."

Tang Yu looked at those drawings, and Song Zhixing couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he thought of what he said today about questioning his own strength. He has always been very demanding, and he doesn't know if these pictures of hers will appeal to him.

As a result, she had no intention of packing her things, and her whole heart fell on him. I would look back at him from time to time to see if he was satisfied or dissatisfied with the quality of his drawings. However, he kept watching, very intently, and there were not many emotional fluctuations on his face, making it difficult for her to guess what he was thinking.

"In the past few years, have you supported yourself by drawing these pictures?" After a long time, he suddenly asked.

"Yeah." Song Zhixing put the folded clothes in the cupboard and replied to him, "Occasionally I do other part-time jobs. Anyway, I do these during my breaks."

Tang Yu leaned back in his chair and looked at her slender back, "Why don't you marry Chi Huan? As you said, it doesn't have to be so hard."

Song Zhixing paused for a moment, then asked in a low voice: "Why should I marry him? I don't like him."

"That's true." Tang Yu sighed with a cold voice, "What you like most is always yourself."

There is something in the words. Song Zhixing could tell that this was an accusation against his past, but for a while he couldn't find anything else to say to refute it.

The two of them had nothing to say, and she was done with what she was doing, so she could only sit there. Tang Yu glanced at her, then at his watch, put down the drawings, and stood up, "It's time for me to go."

"Ah~" Song Zhixing sighed, inaudibly. Looking up at him, there was an element of reluctance in my heart that kept overflowing from my chest. She slowly stood up and whispered, "Then I'll give it to you."

Tang Yu looked at her with a serious look, which made Song Zhixing confused. However, he didn't stay any longer and just turned around and walked out.

Song Zhixing followed him, walking slowly. However, the whole house is only so big, even a snail can barely reach the door. Tang Yu's hand rested on the door panel. Song Zhixing looked at the back and felt that she had a lot to say to him. However, before she could say anything, he suddenly turned around and said, "Come to my office tomorrow."

"Ah?" Song Zhixing looked at him nervously.

Tang Yu glanced at her bare neck. His expression didn't look abnormal. "Do you want the necklace?"

"Didn't you say throw it away?"

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

Song Zhixing's eyes suddenly brightened and he smiled happily, "You didn't throw it away! Then I will go to your office tomorrow and you must return it to me."

Her smile, falling into Tang Yu's eyes, made him a little dazed. He hadn't seen such a bright smile in three years. Even in these few encounters, they were mostly cold or disappointed when facing each other.

This smile was not seen for three years. It was like the sun that penetrated the haze and projected on his heart.

His mind was fluctuating violently, but he just restrained his face and said lightly: "I'm leaving."

Song Zhixing then withdrew his happiness and said "oh" in disappointment. As a result, Tang Yu just opened the door and heard a noise coming from outside. Song Zhixing immediately recognized that it was the voice of a colleague, of course, there was also Taozi's voice.

"Second uncle, wait a minute!" Song Zhixing was anxious, and called out softly. He instinctively reached out and dragged Tang Yu's arm, and pulled him back abruptly after he had taken a step.

The door slammed shut with a "bang". Tang Yu was tall and straight, and was unexpectedly pulled by her. He turned around and hit Song Zhixing hard. And what about Song Zhixing? She was now paying full attention to the noise outside. He hit her with such a huge force that she couldn't keep her balance and almost fell to the ground.

"Second Uncle!" She called for help in a low voice, with one hand fluttering in the air.

It was another long-lost "Second Uncle". Tang Yu's mind was shaken. He stretched out his long arm and easily grabbed her waist.

[Today's update is over. ]