Chapter 1191: Security (3)

She whispered, and immediately wrapped her clothes tightly tightly.
"No more?" Tang Yu's face finally improved.
Song Zhixing was so embarrassed that he couldn't find a hole to drill in. Did n’t the second uncle also see his own look just now?
"You ... you are no better than me." She felt too embarrassed and pointed at him dumbly, trying to pull him into the water. "Look, aren't you being watched?"
Tang Yu looked down, looking at her fingers, breathing harder, "Where do you point?"
Song Zhixing was inexplicable, so his clear eyes and his gaze looked at each other, and he hurriedly looked at his fingertips.
It's okay not to look at it, and even more embarrassed.
Fingers could not help but a little soft, tingling.
She ... she wasn't good at poking, but it was terribly pink on his chest!
and……
She could even feel that little bit, getting hotter and harder under her fingertips.
Her fingers followed. There was a disorder in his mind, and he even forgot to pull his hand for a while, only staring at him awkwardly and embarrassedly.
"Not going to let go?" Tang Yu clasped her small hand, grabbed it, and lowered her voice. "Little girl, don't play hooligan in my company, there are cameras everywhere."
His voice was low, his breath burning, and he brushed her face vaguely.
Song Zhixing's heart beat for a few beats, realizing that he was 'planted' by him, and immediately blushed to explain: "I didn't play hooligan! If you say hooligan, you are also hooligan. It is you who treat me first ..."
The words ‘boo and hug’ are almost blurt out. However, before speaking, it was stuck. To his eyes, she snorted, bit her lip, lowered her eyes, and did not dare to continue.
This topic is really not suitable for them.
No matter how I listened, I felt abnormal and awkward.
Her sudden silence made Tang Yu frown. At a glance, she saw the tangle and embarrassment on her face.
The hand in his palm was pulled back firmly by her.
The palm of his hand was empty, and his heart seemed to be evacuated for a moment, and it felt quite unpleasant.
This little girl is obviously unacceptable, and even some conflict with more relations between them than the uncle and nephew.
"Uncle, are you going to get off work?" Song Zhixing took the bag in his hand, and restored the respectful and well-behaved look of the older junior to the elder. "I won't go up, just waiting for you."
Tang Yu had some work to finish, but glanced at her soaked body, she just sank: "Go straight home, the car is in the underground garage."
After that, he took the lead in the elevator. Song Zhixing stood on the spot and looked at his back for a long time, then he followed.
Uh ~
Do you think too much, or are you too sensitive? Why, she always felt that something was getting worse between her and the second uncle?
Thinking of a possibility, she felt heartfelt fear.
Do not! No! That must be thinking too much!

On the way back, Song Zhixing was always unhappy, leaning his head on the car window, keeping a distance with him intentionally or unintentionally.
Tang Yu's face did not look good, so when he went back all the way, the carriage was very stuffy.
When Song Zhixing was feeling suffocated, the car finally stopped in front of the villa.
She immediately pushed the door of the car, and rushed into the rain regardless of the heavy rain outside. One side turned back to Tang Yudao: "Second uncle, I went ahead!"
Tang Yu sat in the car, staring at the deserted figure with a deep gloom in his brows.
It seems that he hasn't had time to shoot yet, and his small prey already feels like he is about to run away.
However, she knew that he never missed what Tang Yu wanted?

"Miss, why is it so wet?" As soon as she entered the door, Sister Li rushed out of the kitchen. "You have a cold."
Song Zhixing's heart was messy, and he was inexplicably afraid of facing Tang Yu. He took off his jacket and gave it to Sister Li. Without much stay, he hurried upstairs. "I'll take a shower first."
She put hot water and soaked herself in the bathtub, trying to relax herself. However, her mind suddenly emerged this morning, and he said ‘Just like 18’, and she opened her eyes in shock, only to feel that her spine was cold.
No matter what the second uncle is thinking, she must step up her plans.
The thought of Song Zhi couldn't bear it. She got up from the bathtub, grabbed the towel and wiped her body casually. She pulled the robe over her body and rushed out of the bathroom.
after a little while……
Holding the black shirt that she bought in the mall today, she stood outside Tang Yu's door. I've been thinking about what to say for a while.
She raised her hand and knocked.
"Come in."
The man's voice sounded inside the door. Somewhat serious, but also lazy and sexy.
At the moment, Song Zhixing didn't appreciate it, swallowed it, smoothed his mind, and pushed in.
Inside the door, Tang Yu was sitting on the sofa at this moment. Just took a bath and was wearing a black nightgown. Wiping his short hair with a towel in one hand, and tapping on the notebook in front with one hand in a casual way. The knuckle fingers are very good-looking.
He never looked up, focusing on the computer screen. I'm busy with work that just didn't have time to finish.
Song Zhixing put his hands behind his back and stood there, silent.
Tang Yu looked at her lightly, then lowered his eyes and asked, "Is there something wrong?"
"……Ok."
"Say it."
Song Zhixing bit her lip and slowly took out the well-packed shirt from behind.
Tang Yu heard the sound of snoring, and then looked up. When I saw the shirt, the original gloom and coldness were brushed off instantly, and the corners of my lips were raised. "A gift?"
"... Um." Song Zhixing nodded stiffly.
Lying is not her strength, especially in front of Tang Yu, a savvy person. But now she can only brace herself.
"Black, I like it." With a charming smile on his lips, he looked like he was in a good mood. "You have a good eye."
When Song Zhixing liked him, he was relieved. The next moment, he quickly waved his hand, "Uncle, don't get me wrong, this is not my choice."
Tang Yu raised his eyebrows.
Does not seem to understand her.
Song Zhixing continued: "... this is not my gift for you."
Tang Yu's mood was not affected by her words at all, but she nodded, signalling that she knew.
This little girl is stubborn and can't pull her face down, so it's not surprising that she doesn't admit it is a gift from her. He knew she had this heart and would not force her to admit it.
Tang Yu reached out to take over the shirt, and the more he looked, the more he looked good.
However, the next moment, her words made him smile suddenly and freeze.