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As a result, Tang Yu not only needs to look at the public environment, but also the environment inside the apartment. Of course, all employees are now in KTV, and Song Zhixing is left alone.

She was a little cramped, "It's so late, don't go in, lonely boy and widow."

What lone man and widow? That's not what she cares about. It was too busy lately, and she came out too hurriedly in the morning, and there wasn't much to clean up in the room.

"Isolated boy and widow?" Tang Yuwei mocked. "Drunken and drunk, and ran into my drunken clothes in the middle of the night. Didn't think of the lone boy and widow?"

Song Zhixing was so embarrassed that he couldn't help himself. It should come.

The key is……

"When was my clothes out of order? My **** was ..." The word 'sexy' stuck to Tang Tang's meaningful eyes, stiffly stuck. She took it back and looked at him, "Forget it, don't say it. Are you really going in?"

"Um." He didn't even say a word.

Song Zhixing drew the key of the door and gave him psychological construction. "It's messy inside."

She was a little annoyed. I went in and saw the clothes and sheets that were too late to sort out, and I guess I would think she was immature, and would not clean up the house until now.

Song Zhixing opened the door and turned on the light.

The house is not large. The kitchenette, hall and bedroom are open. She can barely live alone. As soon as Tang Yu came in, the whole house seemed particularly crowded.

Song Zhixing put on his slippers, put the bag aside, and quickly took away the pajamas that he had changed in the morning on the bed, while talking to him, "There are no slippers here, you can wear them directly."

Tang Yu came straight in.

In fact, the room wasn't really messy. Apart from throwing her pajamas on the bed, there were piles of clothes on the sofa that hadn't been folded in time. She threw a bunch and the underwear and **** were exposed. Looking at his gaze, Song Zhixing hurriedly held his clothes in his arms, his face was reddish, "Sit down, I'll clean up."

"You're busy with you, leave me alone."

Song Zhixing was sitting on the bed with his back folded clothes. Tang Yu stood in the middle of the hall and looked around. The house is a bit depressing. Compared to the villa, the environment is really a bit bad. The air quality is not for her. On the balcony was an old washing machine, which was clearly left by the previous employer. This washing machine does not know how many people have washed their clothes. He continued to look around, and at a glance he saw a full box of instant noodle boxes on her workbench. He approached and opened it to take a look. A box of instant noodle boxes was missing four or five boxes. Does she eat instant noodles every day?

His eyes fell on the picture on her workbench again, and he seemed interested. He pulled out his chair and sat down.

"It's all you painted?" He asked, flipping through the drawings.

Song Zhixing turned his head and nodded, "Um."

Tang Yu looked at those drawings, and Song Zhixing remembered those words that he questioned his strength today. His requirements have always been high, and she did not know whether these pictures would catch his eyes.

As a result, she didn't have any thoughts to pack anything, and all her heart fell on him. From time to time, he looked back at him, and found out whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied with the quality of his pictures. However, he kept watching, he was very focused, and there were not many emotions on his face, making it difficult for her to guess what he thought.

"In the past few years, you have to draw these pictures to support yourself?" After a long time, he asked suddenly.

"Um." Song Zhixing put the folded clothes into the cabinet, and returned to him, "Occasionally do some other part-time jobs. Anyway, I do these during the rest time."

Tang Yu leaned back in her chair, looking at her slim back, "Why not marry Chi Huan? Like you said, don't have to work so hard."

Song Zhixing paused, and then whispered, "Why should I marry him, and I don't like him."

"So too." Tang Yu sighed, her voice bleak, "your favorite is always you."

There is something in the words. Song Zhixing could hear that this was his past complaint, but he couldn't find any other words to refute.

Two people had no more words to talk about, and her business was over, so she had to sit still. Tang Yu glanced at her, looked at his watch again, put down the drawing, and stood up, "I should go."

"Ah ~" Song Zhixing sighed and was inaudible. Looking up at him, an unwilling factor in his heart kept overflowing from his chest. She stood up slowly and whispered, "Then I'll send you."

Tang Yu looked at her with a deep look, which made Song Star inexplicable. However, he did not stay any longer, but turned around and walked out.

Song Zhixing followed him, walking slowly. However, the whole house was so big that even the snails were rubbing to the door. Tang Yu's hand rested on the door. Looking at the back, Song Zhixing felt that he had a lot of things to say to him. As a result, before turning to her, he suddenly turned around, "Come to my office tomorrow."

"Ah?" Song Zhixing stared at him.

Tang Yu glanced at her slippery neck. The look did not look abnormal. "Necklace, do you want?"

"Don't you say you threw it?"

"So expensive, what's the benefit of throwing it away?"

Song Zhixing's eyes flashed suddenly, and he smiled very happily, "You didn't throw it away! Then I will go to your office tomorrow, you must pay me back."

Her smile fell on Tang Yu's eyes, making him a little embarrassed. I have never seen such a clear smile in three years. Even in these encounters, when they face each other, they are mostly cold or lonely.

This smile has been a long absence for three years. It seemed like the sun that penetrated the haze projected on his heart.

His mind fluctuated terribly, but his face was restrained and he said, "I'm gone."

Song Zhixing then regained happiness and lost a ‘oh’. As a result, Tang Yucai opened the door and heard a noise from outside. Song Zhixing suddenly heard the voice of a colleague, of course, there was the voice of peach.

"Second uncle, wait a minute!" Song Zhixing was anxious and whispered, and instinctively reached out and dragged Tang Yu's arm, dragging him back already.

The door slammed shut. Tang Yu was so tall and tall that she was dragged by her unexpectedly and turned back, hitting the star of Song heavily. And Song Song? At this moment she was all listening to the outside movement. His gravity hit him so suddenly that she couldn't hold her body. She almost planted it on the floor.

"Second Uncle!" She whispered for help, throwing her hands in the air.

It was another long-lost 'second uncle'. Tang Yu shook his heart so hard that he took a long arm and easily held her back.

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