Fifty-Five 1 Thoughts of Love (Fifty-Five)

Tang Feifei stayed at home obediently, accompanying her mother while making dough and planning to make cakes.

Ever since Tang Yu said that her mother might have been aware of their relationship, Tang Feifei felt a little awkward and would care about her mother's face from time to time. However, she was always calm and composed, concentrating on making noodles and reading the recipes, with no trace of emotion on her face. Can't see the slightest difference.

Tang Feifei's hands were full of flour, and the cell phone in her pocket rang briefly. She washed her hands and took out her phone. It was a message sent to her.

Clicking on it, a set of pictures was sent to her. She clicked on it and found several interior photos of well-decorated houses.

The accompanying message: Feifei, Mr. Tang asked you to pick your favorite set. There are flat floors and duplexes; there are those facing the river and those facing the mountain. Which set do you like?

Tang Feifei was confused at first, but soon understood.

He is too action-oriented! I just said I wanted to buy a house last night, but today I was actually asked to choose a house directly!

She curled her lips and couldn't help but think of the incident where she and Tang Yu almost had a gunshot in the car last night. He said that he wanted to develop slowly with himself, but he probably had to endure it very hard!

She moved her finger across the screen, carefully looking at each one, then picked out the flat floor by the river and sent it over, "Just like this."

I quickly came back: What about the decoration style? Mr. Tang said to ask what you mean. If you don't want to worry, just leave the whole process to him.

She was not a person who liked to worry, and since she completely believed in Tang Yu's taste, she simply replied: "You all listen to my brother."

"Who are you chatting with? Your eyes are always staring at the phone. Show it to mom." Yuan Qing suddenly put his head over and asked.

Tang Feifei was so frightened that her hands shook and her phone almost slipped out of her hands. She hurriedly held the phone in her hand, and accidentally touched the photo with her finger. The photo was enlarged and Yuan Qing saw it at a glance.

"What is this?" she asked.

Tang Feifei knew that she couldn't hide it, so she could only tell a half-truth: "Last night, my brother told me that I wanted to buy a house, and I wanted to help him make arrangements. I was worried that he wouldn't like the house he picked, so he sent it to me for reference."

Yuan Qing glanced sideways at Tang Feifei several times, which made Tang Feifei feel oppressive. She licked her lower lip nervously, feeling anxious in her heart. She heard her mother ask: "Isn't he living well at home? Why does he want to buy a house again?"

"……this,

I am not sure as well. "

Yuan Qing washed her hands and stretched out her hand, "Give me your phone."

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"I'll call your brother! I want to see what's going on with him recently!"

Tang Feifei saw that her mother's expression was inexplicably not good, so she had no choice but to dial the phone to Tang Yu and hand it to her mother. The phone rang a few times and then connected. Before Tang Yu could speak first, Yuan Qing just said: "Son, listen carefully, Mom doesn't allow you to buy a house now!"

"Mom, what's wrong?" Tang Yu was confused over there.

"You don't have to worry about anything. In short, you are not allowed to buy a house! Even if you buy it, I won't allow you to live out of it!" When Yuan Qing said this, he paused, glanced at his daughter, and then lectured: "Also, don't act nonsense! You're in your 30s, and if you show up today or tomorrow, you think you're just playing house!"

Tang Yu wanted to say something else, but Yuan Qing hung up the phone angrily.

Tang Feifei looked at her mother's face and stood aside without daring to speak. Mother was rarely so stern, especially when talking to her brother. Such an attitude almost never appeared.

She now feels that her mother may really know clearly. She even knew the reason why Tang Yu bought a house.

Yuan Qing hung up the phone and continued the conversation with a straight face. Tang Feifei stood aside as if she had done something wrong, not even daring to breathe. After talking for a minute, Yuan Qing suddenly gave up, "I won't do it anymore! My chest is tight, go get some sleep!"

"...Mom." Tang Feifei called.

What Yuan Qing left for her was a back view.

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Tang Feifei has always been worried.

In the evening, when Tang Yu came back, the villa was already very quiet. My parents have already gone back to their rooms to sleep.

Hearing the noise downstairs, Tang Feifei immediately stood up and dragged her sprained foot downstairs.

Tang Yu put down his car keys and came in. He looked up and saw her still moving on the stairs. He whispered, "If your feet hurt, don't come down. Just stand there and wait."

She was wearing a white plush pajamas, like a cute little bunny. After hearing his words, he stood obediently against the wall and didn't move.

Tang Yu walked quietly upstairs. As he walked upstairs, he loosened the tie around his neck and unbuttoned two buttons.

The movements are chic and the postures are charming.

His narrow and sexy eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze always falling on her.

Tang Feifei rested her head on the wall and looked at him. She felt like she was addicted to him and couldn't help herself. The eyes of infatuation can't even be hidden.

Tang Yu approached her and placed one arm on the wall behind her. This move made the strong and sexy muscles on his arms more clearly visible. The bright light and shadow shone down from above, covering her slender body.

"Are your feet feeling better?" He asked in a low voice, which sounded particularly charming on a night like this.

Tang Feifei was so fascinated by him that she came back to her senses when his voice came to her ears. Nodding, "It doesn't hurt that much anymore."

"Did you take any medicine tonight?"

"Apply it yourself." Tang Feifei leaned back with her back against the wall and put her hands on his chest to support him, "Brother, stand up straight..."

Tang Yu looked at her shy and nervous look, his eyes darkened slightly, and there was a hint of emotion in his eyes. The hand that was originally supported on the wall withdrew and suddenly clasped her waist. She let out a soft cry of surprise, and he leaned over and kissed her lips.

She gasped and put her hands on his shoulders, "Brother..."

"Did you miss me?" Tang Yu asked in a hoarse voice, sucking her lips. The ambiguous breath fell on her cheek, like feathers brushing across the lake of her heart, making her heart tremble violently.

Unable to hide the emotion in her heart, she fluttered her eyelashes and replied honestly: "I want to...but you came back too late."

He gently held her lips with his lips and talked to her, "Since you want to, why haven't you called me before?"

This man is definitely a master of flirting. This seemingly invisible intimacy is even more overwhelming than the lingering deep kiss.

She was itching unbearably, and her breathing suddenly became erratic. Her fingers tightened and she nervously grasped the shoulders of his shirt, "You are so busy at work... I'm afraid of disturbing you."

Her voice had no strength at all, and was light and airy, like a wisp of smoke. It was soft and soft, as if it was about to melt.