One Thousand Three Hundred and Nine In My Life, only You Are Left (I)

After Song Zhixing got into the car, he closed the car door heavily: "Uncle Mo, let's go."

Uncle Mo looked at her lovingly, "Why don't you wait, Master?"

"No wait!" Song Zhixing bit out these two words heavily. She felt like an idiot for wanting to surprise him in the middle of the night and running out to pick him up. As a result, the surprise didn't come true, but it gave me a complete shock.

No wonder he didn't answer his call just now! With a beautiful woman in his arms, I’m afraid he’s long since forgotten!

The more I thought about it, the sadder I felt, so sad that my chest felt like it was being torn apart by big hands. She recalled the scenes of **** she saw in the club last time. He was surrounded by people who were messy and had chaotic private lives. As the saying goes, those who are close to black people are black. Could he be like them?

However, he obviously said so many love words to me in the hotel last night! He said that he wanted to marry him and that he wanted to make up for all the love she lacked. Is this his way of making up for it?

Song Zhixing was afraid that if he left like this, he would actually run to get a room with the woman. She sniffed, took out her cell phone, and dialed the number again.

If he doesn't answer her calls, she...she will really leave and never want him again!

Never again!

She muttered, but her heart was filled with sadness. It’s terribly uncomfortable!

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the other side.

The woman keeps bullying her, and the implications are obvious. The impatience on Tang Yu's expression was unbearable. He pulled the woman's hand off his body in disgust and said rudely: "No one has ever told me that the famous An's Group negotiates cooperation with people in this way. of."

The other person was drunk and chuckled. She didn't believe that anyone could escape her temptation. Yanhong's long fingers rubbed circles on the man's chest, "Second Master, we are all in this circle, so there is no need to beat around the bush. Aren't the rooms ready?"

Tang Yu grabbed her hand and looked surprisingly cold, "An Qi, don't really think that I, Tang Yu, have to cooperate with your Anjia. If you mess around again, you don't have to waste time in the future! I'll say it again - don't Come challenge my bottom line!”

The last few words are almost word for word. The woman named An Qi was shocked by his cold look, and now she was sober. His hand felt as if it was about to break. After struggling for a long time, Tang Yu pushed her away. She rubbed her sore hand and gave him a frightened look.

Complained, "I've heard that the second master doesn't understand the style before, but I didn't expect that he doesn't understand the style to this extent."

Du Hui happened to push the door open when he heard this and couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Miss An Qi, our second master actually doesn't understand amorous feelings. It's just that this amorous feeling is only for certain people."

"Send Miss An Qi upstairs. The rest of the things here will be left to you." Tang Yu was not used to talking about his personal affairs with others, especially such a woman. Compared with a certain little woman at home, whether it was the scent of perfume or the amorous feelings of this woman, it was difficult for him to bear it.

Thinking of that little woman, I felt like I was going home for a while. After explaining to Du Hui, he turned around and walked out without staying any longer. The phone suddenly rang at this moment. He glanced at the number on the screen, and the impatience on his face disappeared instantly. He connected it and put it to his ear, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Tang Yu, you bad guy! You big liar!" Song Zhixing said these two words and hung up the phone immediately. There was no context and Tang Yu was confused. He dialed the number, but she hung up without hesitation.

Called again and turned off the phone again.

Tang Yu pressed his eyebrows tiredly. Is she having a childish tantrum with herself again?

"Second Master." When he put away his cell phone and walked out, the waiter walking across the street greeted him respectfully. He was in no mood and just nodded in agreement. The other party thought of something, raised his head and said, "Second Master, a young lady came to see you before. Did you see her?"

"who?"

"She didn't even say her name, so she just said you were her second uncle."

"When did it happen?" Tang Yu frowned.

"She came here about an hour ago," the other party said. "I asked her to go in to find you, and she said she didn't want to disturb your work. She waited outside for almost an hour, and I think she almost fell asleep waiting. She just said Here, I just walked away for a while and he disappeared. I thought you had seen him."

When Tang Yu heard this, his head hurt even more.

I finally understood what was going on with that phone call just now. I'm afraid I looked at the scene just now and misunderstood it!

The little girl really lost her temper, and her temper was not small.

Tang Yu drove back without stopping. Along the way, I felt a little uneasy. That little thing was still willing to be with him despite being forced by Li Qiming. It was rare for him to be so courageous and determined. If there is no trust between them, she may change her mind at any time.

The car drove very fast all the way, and it took more than ten minutes to get home than usual. He didn't even bother to park the car in the garage and parked it directly at the door. He strode into the villa, threw down the car keys, and asked, "Is Xingxing home?"

"Been back for a while." Sister Li replied.

"How are you feeling?"

"I didn't say anything when I came in. I just went upstairs with red eyes without saying a word."

Tang Yu supported his forehead. Sister Li sighed: "I don't know what happened. When I went out, I was very happy. I said I was going to pick you up."

"I'll go up and have a look."

Tang Yu walked upstairs. He knocked at her door, but no one answered. It was as expected. He turned the door lock again, and it was locked tightly as expected.

"Open the door!" Tang Yu said helplessly, "I know you are not asleep."

"..." Song Zhixing bit her lip inside and shrank on the bed without moving.

"Since you want to call me a liar, you have to give me room to explain." After Tang Yu finished speaking, he waited for a while, but did not hear Song Zhixing's voice. He turned around and ordered, "Bring the key."

The servant hurriedly brought the key.

After a while, the door opened.

Tang Yu pushed the door open and went in. It was dark inside. With the light from outside, he could see Song Zhixing huddled on the bed. Like an insecure child, she hugged herself tightly, with her back facing him.

Tang Yu felt heartache just by looking at the back. He closed the door, walked in slowly, turned on the bedside lamp, and sat down by the bed.

"I heard from Sister Li that you went to the club to pick me up."

Song Zhixing didn't want to talk, but covered his ears with his hands, looking like he didn't want to hear anything.

After all, he was still a child, and he was acting like a child.

Tang Yu sighed helplessly, "Do you really think there is something going on between me and that woman?"