One Thousand Two Hundred and Twelve Heart-Moving (Part 2)

He stared at her with a gaze that was deep and hot, as if it could melt all the barriers in her heart and penetrate her heart directly, "Is it true? Xingxing, ask yourself. "

Song Zhixing couldn't resist the look in his eyes. His eyes were wandering, and he didn't dare to meet his. He just said casually: "Even...even if I can't let you go, I don't want to let you go. I can't let go of Sister Li, I can't let go of the housekeeper, I can't let go of my uncle, I can't let you go." Chengcheng..."

Later, her voice became lower and lower.

Because, she originally thought that Tang Yu would be angry when he didn't get the answer he expected, but for the first time, he didn't have any anger at all, he just looked at her deeply.

What she didn't know was that, in fact, he didn't ask for much. No matter how reluctant she was to let go of anyone, at least... At this moment, she was willing to stay. She didn't really agree, so she turned around and left ruthlessly...

He was not defeated too completely...

This is enough...

"Since you can't bear to leave so many people, don't mention leaving again in the future." Tang Yu's finger gently passed over her stubborn lips, with a hint of helplessness and a hint of sigh, "Did you hear that? "

That's all?

Song Zhixing was still caught in the accident and could only nod stupidly and obediently. Wherever his fingers passed, it was shockingly hot.

"It's getting late, go to bed." He suddenly let go of his hand and let her leave. His eyes drifted from her body to her soft lips, feeling a little uncomfortable. He raised his hand to open the door for her and said in a hoarse voice, "Get out."

Song Zhixing stood at the door holding the book and looked at him. Inexplicably, he suddenly didn't want to leave. She didn't even want to think about what was going on.

He just turned around, threw the book to the ground, and lay down on the carpet again.

Seeing that sultry gesture, Tang Yu's eyebrows jumped hard, and his tone couldn't help but become heavier, "What are you doing?"

Song Zhixing didn't realize anything was wrong, flipping through the book, "Of course it's homework, I haven't finished it yet."

"Go back to your room and write!" The tone was stiff.

"This study doesn't belong to you alone." Song Zhixing felt that this man was unpredictable, elusive, and difficult to serve. She raised her head and spoke to him, "I have been doing my homework this way during the six months since you were away."

It's okay if she doesn't raise her head,

Looking up...

Tang Yu breathed heavier.

The nightgown she was wearing was loose and comfortable, and the neckline was not too low. She lay like this and then raised her head. Looking from his point of view, under her pajamas, the mature piece of white snow was clearly visible.

This little thing is actually wearing nothing underneath!

Tang Yu looked gloomy and felt his blood rushing to his head. She was literally challenging his restraint!

He bent down and picked her up from the ground, throwing her directly into the chair in front of the desk. Then he threw her book on the desk and tapped it with his long fingers, "Just write here! What was your posture just now?" "

"I……"

"Do your homework!" Tang Yu stared at her and blocked what she had to say.

Specialized!

Song Zhixing puffed up his face and muttered. Sure enough, he is still the tyrannical second uncle! It only takes a few minutes for the original shape to be revealed! However, if I want to change my mind now and go to my grandpa, is there any room for regret?

Song Zhixing was thinking wildly, but he was just thinking about it. He was lying on the desk doing his homework obediently.

Tang Yu sat down on the chair behind the desk and flipped through the documents. He suddenly discovered that it was definitely a torture for him to have two people sitting face to face like this.

because……

When she was lying on the table fretting about writing the topic, the spring scenery inside was still looming.

He tried hard to focus on the documents, but his mind was not here at all.

This is really a very bad thing!

On weekdays, there were so many sexy women outside who wanted to take off their clothes and get in front of him, but when did he take a second look?

Now, as a young girl, he wanted to see more. Even, it’s not just limited to watching!

This greatly affects his work efficiency!

Tang Yu stood up, took a blanket from the cupboard, and threw it on Song Zhixing as if casually. He no longer sat in front of the desk, but kept a certain distance from her and sat down on the sofa behind her.

Song Zhixing was concentrating on his homework. His vision went dark, and he was stunned for a moment. He pulled down the blanket and exposed his little head. She turned to look at him suspiciously, "Second uncle, what are you doing?"

Tang Yu calmly flipped through the documents, as if he said casually, "It's getting cold, so put on your clothes."

Is it cold?

It's so cold in this weather now! There's nothing wrong with my second uncle, right?

"If you feel cold, just put it on. I'm not cold." She said, about to give him the blanket.

"Put it on!" Tang Yu raised his head and said two words seriously.

It’s no wonder it’s not hot when you’re wearing a blanket like this!

Song Zhixing didn't know why Tang Yu made such a strange request. Aren't you fixing yourself?

She was not willing to listen to him, so she simply grabbed the blanket and wrapped him tightly. He was wrapped up like a cicada by her, and Song Zhixing found his appearance very funny. He suddenly became playful and didn't notice any danger at all. He still held both ends of the blanket with both hands, pinched it twice more, leaned over and talked to him with a smile, "Second uncle, don't you feel cold now?"

That smile was clean and bright, like the light of the rising sun that penetrated the clouds.

This little girl, every time she talked to him before, she either had a stern face or cried. This was one of the few times she smiled in front of him...

She was even more fragrant.

Bending down to talk to him like this, the spring scenery in her clothes was fully revealed. He could even clearly see the tempting red berries, trembling slightly, so cute that he wanted to pick them.

Tang Yu's heart was fluctuating several times, and his emotions were difficult to control. He slowly put down the documents and looked at her level, "Xingxing, do you want to feel it yourself?"

The man's eyes flickered with a sexy and seductive dark light.

Song Zhixing seemed to be bewitched, staring at him blankly, not understanding the meaning of his words, but her heart was beating inexplicably. When she realized that there was danger and wanted to escape, she was hugged by the man. He pushed her legs apart with his knees, and held her hips without saying anything with his big hands. He pushed her inwards slightly, and her legs were spread apart, and she sat on his legs face to face.

Song Zhixing screamed, her voice trembling. This position was too dangerous and too ambiguous, and she subconsciously tightened her hand holding the blanket.

But Tang Yu did not give her time to relax, and grabbed her hand, letting her hand slide into the collar of his nightgown. Without any hindrance, her fingertips touched the man's hot muscles, and she was so shocked that her eyelashes trembled violently.