He’s As Dazzling As The Stars

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

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

What lone man and widow? This is not what she cares about. It is really too busy recently, she came out too eagerly in the morning, and the house hasn't been cleaned up at all.

"Lone man and widow?" Tang Yuwei mocked: "Drunk, when I ran to my drunken man with disheveled clothes in the middle of the night, didn't you think about lone man and widow?"

Song Zhixing was so embarrassed that he couldn't bear himself. Those who should come will come.

The key is……

"When did my clothes get out of order? I was sex..." The word'sexy' was abruptly stuck when meeting Tang Yu's meaningful eyes. She closed her voice back and glanced at him, "Forget it, don't say it. Are you really going to go in?"

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

Song Zhixing took out the door key while doing psychological construction for him, "It's very messy inside."

She was a little upset. I went in for a while and saw the clothes and sheets that hadn't had time to tidy up. I guess she would feel that she was immature again, and she still wouldn't clean up the house until now.

Song Zhixing opened the door and turned on the light.

The house is not big, the small kitchen, hall and bedroom are open, so she can barely live alone. As soon as Tang Yu came in, the whole house seemed particularly crowded.

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

Tang Yu came in directly.

In fact, the room wasn't really messy, except for her pajamas thrown on the bed, and clothes piled up on the sofa that hadn't been folded in time. She threw a pile, all her underwear and **** were exposed. He looked over, and Song Zhixing hurriedly hugged the clothes in his arms in embarrassment, his cheeks were slightly red, "Sit down, I'll clean up."

"You are busy with you, don't worry about me."

Song Zhixing sat on the bed folding his clothes with his back on his back. Tang Yu stood in the middle of the hall and looked around. The house is small and depressing. Compared with the villa, the environment is a bit worse. The air quality is not suitable for her either. On the balcony, there is an old washing machine, which is clearly left by the previous employer. This washing machine doesn't know how many people's clothes have been washed. His eyes continued to patrol, and he saw a whole box of instant noodle boxes on the side of her workbench at a glance. 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 of her workbench again, as if interested, he pulled out the chair and sat down.

"You drew this?" he asked, flipping through the drawings.

Song Zhixing turned around while folding his clothes and nodded, "Yeah."

Tang Yu looked at the drawings, and Song Zhixing remembered the words he questioned his own strength today, and it was inevitable that he was a little overwhelmed in his heart. His requirements have always been high, and she doesn't know if these pictures will be in his eyes.

As a result, she didn't have any thoughts to pack things up, and one heart fell on him. From time to time, I look back at him to find out whether he is satisfied or dissatisfied with the quality of his pictures. However, he kept watching, watching very intently, and there were not many emotional ups and downs on his face, which made it difficult for her to guess what he was thinking.

"In the past few years, have you supported yourself by drawing these pictures?" For a long time, he suddenly asked.

"Yeah." Song Zhixing put the folded clothes in the cupboard, while returning to him, "Occasionally I do some other part-time jobs. Anyway, I do this during the break."

Tang Yu leaned in the chair, looking at her slender back, "Why don't you marry Chi Huan? Just like you said, you don't have to work so hard."

Song Zhixing paused, and after a while, he asked in a low voice, "Why should I marry him? I don't like him."

"Yes." Tang Yu sighed, his voice cold, "Your favorite has always been yourself."

There is something in the words. Song Zhixing could hear that this was his accusation against his past, but for a while, he couldn't find other words to refute it.

There was nothing to say for the two of them, and she was too busy with things on her hands, so she could only sit like this. Tang Yu glanced at her, then looked at his watch, put down the drawing, stood up, "I should go."

"Ah~" Song Zhixing sighed, lightly inaudible. Looking up at him, there is a reluctance factor in his heart that constantly overflows from his chest. She stood up slowly and whispered, "Then I'll see you."

Tang Yu glanced at her, his eyes were a bit serious, and he looked at Song Zhixing inexplicably. However, he did not stay anymore, only turned and walked out.

Song Zhixing followed him, walking slowly. However, the whole house is so big that even the snails are still scratching to the door. Tang Yu's hand rested on the door panel. Song Zhixing looked at that figure and felt that he had so many things to say to him. As a result, before she could speak, he suddenly turned around and said, "Come to my office tomorrow."

"Huh?" Song Zhixing looked at him dumbly.

Tang Yu glanced at her bare neck. The look didn't look abnormal. "Necklace, do you want more?"

"Didn't you say you threw it away?"

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

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

Her smile fell in Tang Yu's eyes, making him a little dazed. I have never seen such a bright smile in three years. Even in these few encounters, most of them were cold or sad when they faced each other.

This smile has been missing for three years. The sunlight that seemed to penetrate the haze, projected onto his heart.

His thoughts fluctuated sharply, but his face was only restrained, and he said lightly: "I'm leaving."

Song Zhixing only then recovered his joy and let out a lost "Oh". As a result, Tang Yucai opened the door and heard a loud noise coming from outside. Song Zhixing heard the voice of a colleague at once, of course, there was also the voice of Taozi.

"Second Uncle, wait a minute!" Song Zhixing was anxious and whispered, and instinctively stretched out his hand to drag Tang Yu's arm, and dragged him back abruptly after he had already taken a step.

The door slammed shut with a bang. Tang Yu was tall and straight, but was dragged by her accident, suddenly turned around, and hit Song Zhixing hard. And Song Zhixing? At the moment, she was all focused on listening to the movement outside, and his weight hit her, she couldn't stabilize her body at once, and almost fell on the floor.

"Second Uncle!" She whispered for help, fluttering with one hand in the air.

There was another long-lost "Second Uncle", Tang Yu's heart was shaking so badly, and with his long arms, he easily grabbed her waist.

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