Chapter 1192: Anger (1)

But the next moment, her words made him laugh and froze.
"This is what my aunt asked me to send you."
Tang Yu's movements paused, his narrow eyes narrowed, staring at her, breathing heavily, "Song Zhixing, I'll ask you again-did you buy this shirt?"
Song Zhixing thought his eyes were scary at the moment.
Her legs were a little weak, her fists pinched to her side, her hands clenched tightly, and he stared almost to flee. However, things are now irrevocable.
Her lips moved with a quivering voice, and she said with a trembling voice: "I didn't buy it! Yes ... it was my aunt who asked me to get it today. I ..."
Song Zhixing's words haven't finished, but I just feel like a flower. The ripped shirt was thrown her face.
"Go!" Tang Yu's eyes were horribly cold. Scarlet eyes, anger and deep hatred.
She actually played this trick with him!
He felt his previous hopes became particularly ridiculous.
I would have hoped that this little girl who had no heart or lungs would have such a little treat for herself!
Yes, he never urged her to accept herself immediately, even if he only had the intention, he felt that it was enough. For so many years, he took care of her growth, worried about her illness, and took care of her life without any detail. Even, knowing that she was afraid of herself, she reluctantly held it for half a year, just hoping that she would be more comfortable.
But what does the little girl he treats sincerely return to himself?
But she was screaming and tired of living like this! And, again and again, want to stay away from him! Get rid of him!
"Second Uncle ..." Song Zhixing didn't know why he suddenly got angry. She took off the shirt from her head and held it in her hand. He looked at him timidly, his lips stiffened, "You ... don't you say you like this dress very much?"
"Song Zhixing, I'll give you three seconds!" Every word of Tang Yu reveals the gloom and cold like Satan, making Song Zhixing startled two steps back. "Three seconds, if you still stand in front of me, you are at your own risk!"
Song Zhixing shivered.
Tang Yu at this moment is more frightening than ever. He looked like a beast whose bared teeth had been ripped at any time. She gasped in panic, panting her shirt, and turned to run outside.
Until she ran into her door and closed the door heavily, she leaned against the door and panted heavily.
I have a lingering fear.
Why did this happen? He was very glad to see this shirt just before that. Why is there a sudden change in temperament? Did she say something wrong?
Tang Yu's mood was always cloudy, and Song Zhixing couldn't even figure it out.
But the moment he thought of his scarlet eyes with anger, he shivered in fear.
I was squatting on the ground thinking wildly, just listening to the next door ‘bang —’ a muffled sound, the sound of the door of the room being slammed heavily. Immediately, the footsteps belonged to men, and the footsteps were distant and even recognizable, and even the footsteps were angry.
Song Zhixing's figure was tense, afraid that Tang Yu would come to find his own account. But the footsteps crossed her room and went downstairs.
A few minutes later……
Outside the villa, a strong beam of light hit the window of her room. She stood looking down the window, and saw Tang Yu's car rushing into the heavy rain at a rapid speed, splashing a splash of water.
Song Zhixing stared at him, biting his lower lip, some inexplicably surprised.
Annoyed him by himself?

"Miss, it's time for dinner." The steward's voice rang downstairs.
Song Zhixing said aloud, put down his shirt, opened the door of the room and went out.
The table was full of delicious dishes.
Obviously she likes it all, and it's so late, she's really hungry, but I don't know why, she just doesn't have any appetite.
Sister Li stood aside, and when she saw her spiritless look, she asked worriedly, "Did you quarrel with the second grandfather again?"
"I didn't quarrel with him." Song Zhixing held the rice with chopsticks and complained: "It was somehow he lost his temper at me. He gave him his shirt, but he liked it too much before, but his face changed in the next second. Sister Li, you say, why is it so difficult for the second uncle to serve? "
"Did you say something wrong again? When I saw the second grandfather came down, he was not very angry and his face turned blue. It was such a heavy rain, the car drove so fast, and I did not know whether it was safe or not." Then, he glanced out.
The heavy rain had no intention of stopping.
Song Zhixing also followed her gaze, and the dimness in her eyes shook. The next second, she bit her chopsticks and muttered softly: "The second uncle always has a sense of size. Oh no?"

Du Hui was dug up in the middle of the night and ran to the club to pick up people. By that time, Tang Yu was already drunk and was leaning on the off-road vehicle to smoke. He pumped fiercely, as if paralyzing something.
The dim street lantern over his head was covered, and this man, who was so high above the sky, looked lonely at this moment.
Du Hui felt slightly shaken. No matter how strong and stern a man is, he can't escape a word of "love".
However, he originally thought that the second man should be in a good mood today. Didn't the little lady buy him a gift?
"Second Lord." Du Hui stepped forward.
Tang Yu raised his eyelids and only ‘um’ from the nasal cavity, his voice was still dumb. With a smell of wine. It seems that drinking a lot.
"Would you like one?" Tang Yu passed him the cigarette.
Du Hui took it, but didn't smoke, just glanced at him, "You don't smoke normally."
Tang Yuxi laughed, "I started smoking at the age of 18. The most difficult thing to quit is smoking. But I have also quit for seven or eight years."
He wiped out his cigarette in the smoke-extinguishing area above the trash can on the side of the car, and laughed at himself, feeling like: "Some people, no matter how much you do for her, she won't accept you."
Du Hui knows that this ‘she’ is naturally a young lady.
She had asthma, so Er Ye stopped smoking early.
"The young lady is still young and will understand one day." Du Hui was relieved.
"Small?" Tang Yu smirked, with a bit of pain in his eyes and a bit of bitterness. "At 18, his wings are hard."
She thought she had tricked him? That ridiculous shirt as a gift was just the tool she used to match him and Li Hanyan.
That's it.
Du Hui didn't know what happened during this, but didn't dare to ask more. Tang Yu threw a cigarette and pulled in the car door and sat in. Du Hui did not dare to neglect and immediately got into the driver's seat.

Tang Yu felt a headache.
They all say that when they are drunk, their hearts will be paralyzed, at least not so bad. However, he felt that the drunk himself became more sober.
In his mind, Song Zhixing's hateful face made him unforgettable. He pressed heavily on his chest, making him dull.