One Thousand One Hundred and Eighty-Nine Sense of Security (I)

Tang Yu smiled, "So, are you feeling sorry for my money?"

Song Zhixing was startled.

His smile was something she had rarely seen before. When she suddenly saw it like this, she felt like the morning light was shining through layers of fog. Although it is still only faint, it is hard to look away. How many women admired him when he was serious in speech, but the way he smiled turned out to be... even more charming...

charming?

Song Zhixing was shocked by the two words that suddenly ran out of his mind. Was she possessed by an evil spirit? She actually found this man...well, he was indeed charming. This was a fact and she couldn't deny it.

"I don't care about your money. You are so rich anyway." Song Zhixing came back to his senses and muttered, "I just feel that this is something that I can solve by myself..."

"Your solution is to commit yourself to shining other people's shoes?"

"Yeah." She nodded matter-of-factly, never feeling there was anything wrong with that.

Tang Yu stared at her, "Do I allow it?"

She didn't feel wronged, and he didn't allow her to be wronged like that.

"..." Song Zhixing's lips twitched.

This man is as domineering as ever, and anything can only be done with his permission.

He must have felt that by dedicating himself to cleaning people's shoes, he would be bringing shame on his Tang family, right?

"Second Master, there is only one umbrella left now." Just as the two were talking, someone came over with the last umbrella. Only then did Song Zhixing remember that she and Tang Yu were holding hands tightly together. After an awkward moment, she immediately pulled her hand away and took it back.

Tang Yu didn't force her. Moreover, compared to her embarrassment, he looked calm and composed, as if it was only natural for two people to hold hands.

Song Zhixing couldn't help but look at him twice. This man was obviously much thicker-skinned than himself.

but……

What happened to me? She didn't break away from him immediately. Instead, she felt... that it felt good to be held by him.

"Where's Lao Mo?" Tang Yu asked her accidentally, taking the last umbrella from someone else's hand.

Song Zhixing took back his confused mind,

I followed his example and said as calmly as possible: "I asked him to go back first."

Tang Yu just said "hmm" from his nose and didn't say much. Song Zhixing glanced at him secretly, wondering if he was angry with Lao Mo, but he still interceded for Lao Mo: "Second uncle, don't be angry with Uncle Mo. I really asked him to leave first. He never behaves like this." Under the circumstances, he was very conscientious.”

She was afraid that when he got angry, she told Uncle Mo to get out.

Tang Yu lowered his head and couldn't help but look at her twice.

This little girl didn't know that Uncle Mo was taken away by her, so she kept protecting him both inside and outside her words. It seems that she has gotten along well with everyone in her family over the years.

She is quite heartless towards him on weekdays, but she is very kind to others.

Tang Yu looked gentler and did not reply to her words. He just asked the managers who were following him to leave.

He opened the curtain and opened the umbrella. When he turned around, he saw that Song Zhixing was still standing there, not coming over. He frowned, "Why are you still dazed?"

"ah?"

"Come here!" He didn't seem to have much patience.

Song Zhixing felt that he was just trying to attract a pet. But she still had to follow him. Who leaves himself without an umbrella?

She arrived in front of Tang Yu in a few steps. The curtains were lifted open, and the wind and rain poured straight inside. Song Zhixing subconsciously wanted to step back, but Tang Yu already grabbed his arm with one hand, "Why are you going back? You don't want to go back?"

Before she was ready, Tang Yu had already pulled her closer and walked into the wind and rain.

Song Zhixing was not used to being too close to Tang Yu, nor was she used to getting along with him, so even though he had not spoken at this moment, her spirit was still tense.

"Second uncle, please take me to the roadside. I can just take a taxi back!" The wind blew so loudly that Song Zhixing could only raise his voice to speak to him.

Tang Yu ignored her and walked directly to the office building next to her.

Glancing at her, he quietly moved the umbrella a few inches toward her.

However, the rain was not light, and the wind and rain still penetrated the umbrella. Song Zhixing only wore a white shirt and a skirt, and he got wet in no time. She felt cold and wished she could lean on Tang Yu to feel the heat. However, her brain is not broken!

She just took her schoolbag off her shoulders and held it in her arms. With his head and neck curled up, he looked like a wet chicken.

Tang Yu's eyes darkened: "Is it cold?"

"...Well, a little bit." Song Zhixing hugged his schoolbag tighter, as if to keep warm.

Tang Yu stretched out his free hand towards her, "Give me the schoolbag."

Song Zhixing shook his head almost instinctively, "No."

Not only did she use her schoolbag to keep warm, there were two gifts in it! If he discovered this, he would be dead. This person has always been very perceptive, so she had to be careful.

However, Tang Yu didn't seem to hear her rejection at all. He stretched out his big palm and easily pulled out the schoolbag from her arms. Song Zhixing was anxious, thinking about his toes, trying to take it back. Tang Yu spread out the hand holding the umbrella, rolled up his long arms, and pulled the slim and wet girl into his arms without any explanation.

This sudden move made Song Zhixing confused and a little unprepared.

He was tall and broad-chested.

She was about 165cm tall, and her face was pressed against his chest. With this hug, he hugged her completely. Even though it was windy and rainy outside, accompanied by the honking of motor vehicles on the street, which was extremely noisy, she could still clearly hear the beating of his heart in his chest.

Bang bang——

Each one was strong and powerful.

Hitting her eardrums and directly hitting her heart.

Her heartbeat suddenly became disordered.

What was he doing?

And...

What position were they in? How could an elder and a younger generation be so close?

Song Zhixing realized it later, and supported his shoulders with both hands and struggled.

"Don't move!" Tang Yu whispered, wrapping the petite girl tightly with his open suit.

Now, there were only two thin shirts between their upper bodies. She could even feel the man's strong and powerful chest muscles.

She had never been so close to any man, not to mention that the other party was a mature man. Song Zhixing's heartbeat was completely out of control, and her little face flushed.

So close, she could smell the fresh fragrance on his body.

Very light, very good.

Is this probably the smell of hormones belonging to mature men mentioned in magazines? In short, this is something that the boys in her class don’t have, even Xi Nan.

The boys in her class that she once called ‘energetic’ only smelled of sweat after playing ball.

“Second Uncle…” After a while, she licked her dry lower lip and spoke softly.