One Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty-Four Sleeping in the Same Bed (I)

It turns out that he will not come back today.

Forget it, if you don’t come back, you won’t come back! Isn't it better? She can go to the party with peace of mind, so... what exactly is she missing?

Song Zhixing puffed his lips, especially despising himself. Then, cheer up, pack the necessary medicine, and go to the class reunion.

A group of young boys and a group of young girls got together and had a great time. Song Zhixing also had a lot of fun. From noon to the afternoon, we played together, had dinner together, and then everyone dispersed and went home. Song Zhixing was picked up by Uncle Mo.

The entire Tang family villa is particularly bright. The kitchen hasn't started cooking yet and is busy.

"Miss, you're back!" Sister Li greeted her while cleaning up.

Song Zhixing looked down and realized that what she was packing was Tang Yu's suit, and his black flight case was placed aside.

"Sister Li, the second uncle is back?" Song Zhixing threw his satchel on the sofa, unable to hide the joy on his face.

"Look how happy you are!" Sister Li smiled, "I've been back for a while, so I'll ask you as soon as I get back."

"Really?" Song Zhixing pretended not to care, but her curved eyes betrayed her emotions at the moment, and she lowered her voice, "Aren't you angry again?"

"I'm quite unhappy. But I know you have the medicine with you, so I'm not angry."

Song Zhixing put his heart back into his stomach. Then, he glanced upstairs, pretending to be casual and asked, "Sister Li, is my second uncle in the room?"

"Second Master looks very tired. He went to bed as soon as he came back. He hasn't eaten dinner yet. Just go up and take a look, and don't disturb him. Do you understand?"

"Oh." Song Zhixing listened to Sister Li's instructions. He walked upstairs, and when he reached the stairs, the study door opened from the inside, and Du Hui came out of the study with documents in hand.

"Du Hui." Song Zhixing greeted him.

"Little miss, you finally moved back." Du Hui said and yawned.

"Why are your eyes full of bloodshot eyes? How long have you stayed up late?"

"Don't mention it." Du Hui complained with a look of pain on his face: "Second Master is a workaholic. He is not just tormenting himself, but he is also tormenting us quite a lot. Originally, this project would take a long time.

Now pretty much just the finishing touches remain. Little miss, I say you really need to persuade the second master. "

"What to advise?"

"Tell him not to work so hard. He is already 30 years old, and he is no longer young. If he doesn't conserve some energy, how will he be able to cope with a young man like you?"

Song Zhixing was embarrassed, "You didn't persuade him? He couldn't really stay up for several nights, right?"

Song Zhixing thought of how tired he looked when he left that night, and his heart was still in knots. He always said that she couldn't take care of herself. In fact, he didn't even know how to take care of himself, right?

"What's the use of our persuasion? Who dares to turn down the job in the hands of the second master? You dare." Du Hui said: "As long as it is what you say, young lady, the second master will definitely listen."

"Really?" Song Zhixing was unsure. But because of work, he didn't call her very often. However, working so hard for work is really not possible. She nodded, "I will tell him when he wakes up."

Du Hui nodded, "Then I'll leave first and go back to sleep for a while. By the way, there's also..."

Du Hui took a step downstairs, then paused, turned around, and gestured to her with his hands clasped together, "Little miss, I have a solemn favor to ask of you."

"What?" Song Zhixing was a little frightened by his extremely serious look. Shen Shen nagging.

"In the future, you must never quarrel with the second master again, and you must never run away from home again. You will be happy then, but it will not be easy for those of us who work underneath."

Song Zhixing couldn't help laughing when he saw Du Hui's face scrunched up into a ball like a bitter melon. "I understand. Aren't you going to sleep? Come on."

Du Hui then left quickly.

Song Zhixing walked quickly to the door of Tang Yu's room, put his hand on the door panel, and his heartbeat speeded up unconsciously. She secretly despised herself. Since when had her heartbeat become so uncontrollable? And... I haven't seen him for a few days, not for a few years.

She muttered, took a deep breath to calm herself down, and then opened the door and entered.

Song Zhixing had almost never been to Tang Yu's bedroom. She was even a little unfamiliar with everything here. As soon as he entered, the cool breath that belonged to him hit his face. Song Zhixing felt so familiar again, as if the familiarity had penetrated deep into his bones.

The heavy curtains were tightly closed, and the huge room was neatly tidied. There is a soothing aromatherapy lamp beside the bed, which must have been placed by the servant at home. The faint light radiated a little light, reflecting the man sleeping on the bed. Song Zhixing's gaze fell on him and he could no longer look away. It can be seen that he has been working really hard recently, and there is a hint of fatigue on his face. Even when he fell asleep, his brows were still deeply furrowed.

For fear of waking him up, she carefully walked to the bed. Seeing him at such a close distance made Song Zhixing's heart fluctuate violently. She thought this feeling was wonderful. In the past, she would never look at her second uncle as much as she did now. Moreover, when he frowned, he was always calm and intimidating. In the past, she was most afraid of him like this. However, I don't know since when, not only did she no longer feel scared, she even couldn't help but want to get closer to him?

She thought to herself, her fingers unconsciously stretched out and climbed onto his frown.

Tang Yu has always been a very alert person, and as soon as her hand touched his, he had already raised his hand to clasp it. His palm was very strong, and her wrist was soft. This buckle immediately hurt her.

"Second uncle, it hurts, can't you be gentler?" Song Zhixing complained and spoke quickly, his mouth raised. He also said that uncle can be gentle, but he doesn’t even understand what gentleness is!

When Tang Yu heard this voice, he had already relaxed his strength before opening his eyes. When he opened his eyes and saw her again, the eyebrows that had been raised had been loosened. The sleepy eyes became much gentler.

"Come back?" he whispered. He held her hand and didn't let go. With his little fingers, he pinched it in his palm, and he sighed with satisfaction. The empty heart seemed to be filled instantly at this moment.

Perhaps due to sleepiness, her voice was low and hoarse, sexy and full of temptation, with a hint of charming tenderness. Song Zhixing felt that she had been easily bewitched by this person again, and her previous complaints instantly dissipated. She said, "Hmm," "Did I wake you up?"

The voice was also very soft.

There was a rare tenderness in her eyes as she looked at him.

Tang Yu's thoughts moved when he saw it, and he reached out with his long arms and carried her directly to the bed.