One Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety-Seven Seemingly Heartless, Yet Most Affectionate (I)

Before, he had tried to contact his second brother countless times, wanting to have a serious talk with him about blind dates, but he was ruthlessly rejected every time he opened his mouth. Tang Song had wanted to give up, but he didn't expect that there would be a ray of hope today.

However, this ray of hope seemed particularly strange because of the sudden appearance of the little girl next to him.

Song Zhixing stood on one leg, and her eyes could not help but drift to the table. The photos made her eyes darker and darker, and she looked at Tang Yu again. He seemed to be very interested in this matter, and he had been looking at the photos of women carefully and patiently. It can be seen that he was really selecting carefully.

She pursed her lips.

Then she heard Tang Yu ask: "Are these the results of your final selection?"

He was asking Tang Song across from him.

Tang Song nodded: "Yes. Grandpa has seen it, and the third, fourth, and fifth brothers have all seen it."

"Then which one do you think is the most favorite?"

Tang Song picked out a photo from a pile of photos. The photo was of a young and lively woman who looked youthful. "I know you like this type, the loli type, right?"

Tang Song said this, and glanced meaningfully at the girl beside him. Song Zhixing's breathing tightened a little, and she saw Tang Yu didn't even look at the photo, and threw it aside, "Who told you that I like this type?"

"With our friendship, do you still need to tell me?" Tang Song raised his eyebrows proudly. The facts are obvious! Xingxing around him is the best example.

Tang Yu raised his head and looked at him seriously, "Tastes will change. I liked it before, but it doesn't mean I will always like it, and it doesn't mean I will like it in the future."

As soon as these words fell, the scene suddenly became a little cold inexplicably. Not only did Tang Song understand, but Song Zhixing also understood that there was something behind his words.

He was just constantly hinting to himself that there was no need to entangle, let alone linger.

The past is the past...

She used to try her best to turn the page, and now he has really turned the page, but she is still deeply trapped in it and can't get out.

"This is it." Tang Yu seemed to be completely unaware of her inner fluctuations. He picked out a photo and handed it to Tang Song, "Mature and sexy, I like this type now. Help me arrange a meeting."

Song Zhixing's fingers pressed on the edge of the desk,

slightly bent and tightened, and then gradually loosened. She turned around and wanted to leave quietly.

She tried very hard to maintain an elegant posture when leaving, not wanting to be too embarrassed, but her feet landed on the ground, damn painful. She took only two steps and her eyes were misty with pain.

She shouldn't have come here! If it hurts so much, she should go to the hospital first! It must be because she moved for so long that the injury is worse!

The more Song Zhixing thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. However, after taking two steps, the person behind her suddenly said, "Xingxing."

It was not Tang Yu, but Tang Song.

Song Zhixing took a deep breath and stopped. She tried very hard to hide the mist in her eyes, turned around to look at him, and smiled at him, "Sixth Uncle."

"What's wrong with your foot?"

"... It's okay, it's just a small matter."

Tang Song had already walked over, squatted down, and saw her swollen ankle at a glance, "It's swollen like this, and you still call it a small matter?"

"It's really a small matter, look, I can walk well." Song Zhixing pretended to be relaxed and wanted to move around properly. However, as soon as she moved, a layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and her body staggered and almost fell. Fortunately, Tang Song was quick and held her steadily.

Tang Yu, who was sitting at the desk watching this scene, frowned calmly, and his eyes fell on her ankle.

"Okay, don't be stubborn, go sit on the sofa, I'll take a look for you." Tang Song pointed to the sofa in the office.

Song Zhixing shook her head, "No, I'll go to the hospital now."

Tang Song has obsessive-compulsive disorder, and seeing a patient in front of him, he couldn't ignore it. Moreover, no matter what happened in the past, Xingxing was the little girl they watched grow up together, and they couldn't ignore it. But he also knew that her situation was quite awkward now.

Tang Song turned his head to look at Tang Yu, "Second brother, there is no one in the lounge now, can I borrow it?"

"Someone." Tang Yu answered without hesitation.

Song Zhixing frowned. He obviously didn't want her to stay here any longer. If she stayed any longer, she would be asking for trouble. Song Zhixing was about to reject Tang Song's kindness again when she heard Tang Yu say in a deep voice: "Just watch it here."

Song Zhixing was stunned.

She looked at Tang Yu in surprise. After Tang Yu's eyes met hers for a second, he moved away. There was no wave in his eyes. He just flipped open the documents on the table and annotated them.

Song Zhixing's heart was full of twists and turns. Tang Song looked at the two of them separately and curved his lips: "Don't dawdle, hurry up and sit down while my second brother doesn't change his mind. I'll show you."

In the end, she didn't leave. She jumped onto the sofa and sat down, pried up her injured leg and placed it on the coffee table in front of her.

Tang Song pressed her ankle several times and pinched it. Song Zhixing took a breath in pain, her thin eyebrows knitted together, but she bit her lips tightly and didn't cry out in pain.

In the past, when Tang Yu was around, she would definitely stay in Tang Yu's arms and cry out in pain. But now...

It's no longer the past...

She can only bear all the pain by herself.

Song Zhixing subconsciously glanced at Tang Yu, who was still reading the documents and didn't look up.

"Does it hurt?" Tang Song asked.

Song Zhixing shook her head stubbornly, "...It's okay."

"My tears are about to fall." Tang Song laughed, "If it was twisted like this before, I would have cried a long time ago."

Song Zhixing tugged at his lips, "Did I hurt my muscles or bones?"

"That's not the case. However, I should have applied a cold compress in time last night."

"I fell asleep last night and didn't feel anything at all. I just found out this morning."

Tang Yu sat there, obviously reading the documents, but he didn't read a word of the planning plan. His eyes would occasionally fall on someone on the other side. She actually didn't notice that she sprained her foot last night.

When he became addicted to cigarettes, he subconsciously touched the cigarette, but he just pressed it against the cigarette case and had no intention of smoking.

"Second brother, I'll go down first." Tang Song suddenly stood up.

"What?" Tang Yu raised his eyes.

"Go to the drugstore to buy an ice pack and some ointment to remove blood stasis." Tang Song saw his hand on the cigarette case and reminded: "Don't smoke, Xingxing has asthma."

"Oh, I forgot." Tang Yu moved the cigarette aside.

The word 'forgot' sounded calm and refreshing, but it made Song Zhixing's internal organs hurt.

Once, he cared so much about her illness. He carefully protected her and supervised her at all times, but now, everything is different.

She couldn't beg him to remember or care about anything about her. She was not qualified to beg.