One Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety-Three Acting Like a Coquettish Person (Part 3)

"Didn't you ask me who I learned such low-level skills from? In fact, you don't need to learn at all. You will naturally learn it if you watch it more, and you will naturally become proficient if you use it more. "Song Zhixing held the wine glass in front of him and gestured, "Second Master, I apologize to you. I shouldn't use this low-level method that I usually use on others on you."

Tang Yu's expression was as cold as ice.

Song Zhixing raised his head and drank a glass of wine directly. He drank it very generously without any hesitation. After drinking, she saw that Tang Yu's face did not ease at all. She was depressed in her heart, raised the bottle and continued to pour herself a glass of wine. Without waiting for persuasion, she drank it in one breath. In this way, she drank three glasses of wine in a row.

Tang Yu always looked expressionless, but Du Hui on the side tried to stop him several times, of course, he didn't do anything in the end.

Even though she had practiced her alcohol tolerance in the past three years, she couldn't resist drinking four glasses of wine so quickly and fiercely, so her face turned red in a short while, and she felt that everything in front of her was spinning in circles. She just stared at Tang Yu in a daze, and he in front of her became more and more blurred, and seemed to be farther and farther away from her. Her chest hurt, and she instinctively reached out to grab his shirt collar, and she twisted his shirt into a mess. Alcohol marks were still left on his collar.

Tang Yu looked at her drunken madness coldly. That look was very scary in the eyes of others. Mr. Wang saw that he was sweating coldly, and quickly held Song Zhixing's hand, which was still wanton, "Oh, little ancestor! You are drunk!"

"I'm not drunk..." Song Zhixing murmured, and his breath was unstable.

"Sorry, Second Master, she doesn't drink very well, I'm sorry to embarrass you." Mr. Wang carefully lifted Song Zhixing from the sofa. She drank so much wine that she had no strength at all, and her whole body was heavy. President Wang called Yalin, "Take Xingxing out, both of you go out to sober up."

Yalin had no choice but to help Song Zhixing out.

Song Zhixing turned around and glanced at Tang Yu, and the cold and calm look in his eyes almost forced her to cry.

Yalin put her on the sofa in the lobby of the club. She had a terrible headache, as if a big stone was pressing on her head, and her chest was stuffy and uncomfortable. She subconsciously took out a medicine bottle from her handbag and shook it for a long time, but it was empty.

She threw the medicine bottle on the sofa beside her in a self-abandoned manner, and leaned there weakly, letting her chest hurt.

Yalin didn't know what was wrong with her, just thought she was drunk, and sat opposite her and looked at her sarcastically, "I didn't expect that college students nowadays are so powerful. But it's a pity that you didn't seduce the second master, but angered him instead."

Her words,

Song Zhixing was confused. She sat up straighter, looked at Yalin with clear eyes, and smiled, "Do you know? In the past... he was the one who seduced me."

Yalin was stunned, and then sneered, "I think you are really drunk."

"In the past... I definitely didn't dare to drink in front of him before." Song Zhixing continued to speak, with disordered breath and unclear words.

"He was fierce, even fiercer than now... If I secretly drank, he would teach me a lesson." It was obviously a lesson, but when she said it, there was a smile in her eyes. Yalin looked at her in a daze, and felt that there was a layer of strong sadness in her intoxicated eyes. People felt melancholy when they looked at her.

"Song Zhixing, have you drunk too much?" Yalin just thought she was talking nonsense. Or maybe she mistook the second master for someone else. She looked around, "I'll go get you a glass of water to sober you up."

Song Zhixing propped up her little head and said "um" twice.

As soon as Yalin left, she stared at the ground with her blurred eyes, and her eyes were gradually covered with a layer of bitter mist.

All that was in the past.

Tang Yu, who was sometimes rude, sometimes gentle, sometimes angry, and sometimes helpless, was in the past. Now, all that was left was the cold and unfamiliar Mr. Tang.

Her chest hurt again. It hurt so much that she had difficulty breathing. She covered her chest and supported herself to stand up.

She was going to find a pharmacy.

She couldn't really let herself die here. If she didn't take medicine, no one would watch her and ask her to take medicine.

"Hey, where are you going?" Yalin came back with water and saw her staggering out in high heels, so she quickly stopped her.

Song Zhixing's body softened and her foot was sprained. She almost cried in pain. Her body was shaking unsteadily, and Yalin couldn't catch her with the water in her hand.

Just when she was about to fall, Tang Yu, who had just come out of the box, caught her. She leaned back and leaned on the man's chest. The hot and hard chest pressed against her hollow back, and the heat burned her whole body at once. Song Zhixing suddenly felt more dizzy. She looked up at Tang Yu, and couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream. She just climbed his neck with both hands and subconsciously murmured: "Second Uncle, I want to take medicine..."

The soft sound was very light, and only Tang Yu could hear it. He was shocked, as if something hit his heart hard.

At that moment, it seemed as if they had fallen into the long river of time and returned to the past. She hugged him so naturally, acted coquettishly, relied on him, and asked for help from him.

Ya Lin saw his face change several times, and didn't know what happened. She just thought that Song Zhixing's bold move had offended him again.

"Song Zhixing, please wake up." He quickly handed the water to the person who followed him out and wanted to help Song Zhixing up.

"Don't touch her!" Tang Yu hugged Song Zhixing's waist, letting her lean on him, and stared at Yalin heavily. That look made Yalin shudder, and the hand she stretched out hung awkwardly in the air, a little at a loss.

Tang Yu glanced at the frowning little woman in his arms, took out the medicine bottle from his pocket, and poured out two pills. He glanced at the person next to him, "Water, give it to me!"

This series of actions made the other party stunned, and he had all kinds of doubts in his heart. But he didn't dare to neglect it, and quickly sent the water over. Tang Yu stuffed the medicine into Song Zhixing's mouth, put the cup against her lips, and poured the medicine in.

Song Zhixing swallowed the medicine, and then she felt better. Her frowning eyebrows loosened slightly. However, the whole person still relied on Tang Yu's arms, without moving. Tang Yu just hugged her like this, his eyes fell heavily outside the window, and after a long time, he returned to her face. The expression fluctuated several times.

Standing not far away, Mr. Wang and Du Hui and his group didn't know what to do for a moment when they saw this scene, and they couldn't guess what the second master was thinking at the moment.

"Du Hui." After a long time, Tang Yu confirmed that her breathing was much smoother, and then spoke.

Du Hui stepped forward.

Tang Yu pondered for a moment, and pulled Song Zhixing's hand off his neck.

[Today's three updates are completed~~~Good night! ]