One Thousand Three Hundred and Sixty-Nine I Need You (I)

Therefore, this guy didn't drink this porridge just to coax himself. It was because he had no sense of taste and everything he ate was the same! She is being sentimental!

"Don't eat, I'll heat up another dish for you." Song Zhixing looked depressed and tried to snatch the spoon from Tang Yu's hand.

However, Tang Yu quickly raised the spoon high, but she didn't touch it and was trying to reach it with her toes. Tang Yu rolled his long arms and rolled her onto his lap.

"This is your first time cooking. Although I have no sense of taste and can't taste anything, this has a very different meaning to me." Tang Yu said, and then he suppressed his evil smile and became very serious. .

That look in her eyes made Song Zhixing's heart jump. She bit her lip, "Liar, what's the difference?"

"As my wife, this is the first meal you cook for me. What do you think is different?" Tang Yu asked her. Song Zhixing didn't say anything. He put down the spoon, and his charming handsome face came closer to her, and their noses touched each other. He spoke again, his voice much softer, "Xingxing, I hope there will be a second meal, a third meal...even, I want to eat it for the rest of my life."

Song Zhixing's eyelashes trembled, but he didn't say anything. For a moment, he felt all kinds of emotions in his heart.

Tang Yu's kiss was about to fall again. She took a breath, and finally turned away gently. Tang Yu's kiss was empty, and he froze in mid-air in embarrassment. The eyes looking at her became heavy and heavy.

Song Zhixing tightened his fingers and fluttered his eyelashes, "Tang Yu, give me some time..."

This time, Tang Yu remained silent.

The two people didn't speak to each other. Finally, Song Zhixing stood up from his lap and said, "I'm going to heat up the food."

After saying that, leave him with a back view.

Tang Yu didn't stop her anymore, just took the spoon and continued to drink the porridge. Mouth is bitter and tasteless.

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By the time Song Zhixing finished heating the food and brought it out, there was no one in the restaurant. She put down the dishes and walked into the hall, only to see Tang Yu leaning back on the sofa, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Little Snowball nestled at his feet, curled up in a ball and fell asleep. The fireplace next to it was burning with a warm fire.

The whole picture looks peaceful and beautiful.

Song Zhixing looked at this scene and felt depressed for a long time.

A lot of it was faintly dispersed. She wanted to live her own life, to become more independent, so that she would not be as confused as she was now because of anyone, let alone depend on anyone for her life. However, at this moment, I was suddenly afraid that if she were not here, who would be the one who would take care of Tang Yu when he became ill in the future? Or, will anyone take care of him?

When I think about the uncertainty of the future, my chest feels tight and painful. The hand with the ring on it was bent tightly, and the ring was stuck, causing a dull pain in the finger.

She walked over, unfolded the blanket on the sofa, and covered Tang Yu. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, but he did not open his eyes.

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Tang Yu has been sleeping.

Song Zhixing didn't go anywhere, just teasing Little Snowball in the hall. Little Snowball slept for a while, then woke up and ran to disturb Tang Yu, spinning around at his feet. She quickly lifted him away.

"Don't bother daddy when he's sleeping." Song Zhixing held the little snowball in his hand and stared at its red eyes pretending to be angry, "Why are you so brave and dare to mess with your daddy? He has a very bad temper! Besides, , he is sick now, please don’t make trouble.”

Song Zhixing and Little Snow Rabbit muttered.

He didn't even notice the slightly raised corners of the lips of the sleeping man behind him.

He became the father of a little rabbit, but he still felt very happy inexplicably.

Song Zhixing teased the little rabbit and took the computer to surf the Internet. As soon as I opened the chat software, I received a bunch of messages from Chen Cheng, all asking if she was there.

Song Zhixing responded with an expression, and she immediately typed a series of exclamation points. Then he said something like, "So you're still alive! I can't get through the phone and I can't get online. I thought something happened to you!"

"I'm on the ice island now."

"Why did you go there?"

"Vacation."

"..." Chen Cheng paused, "You are still in the mood for a vacation. It seems that I don't need to worry too much."

Song Zhixing remained silent and did not look back.

Chen Cheng sent it again: "Last time you said you wanted to go to the same school as me, but it seems you don't need to go to the same school now, right? That school is not in Jucheng. Your second uncle, no, now your husband, will definitely not agree to let you go."

"Has the school started interviews yet?"

"The online interview starts this morning. If you are interested, you can do the online interview first. Even if you don't go, it's still a good exercise."

"How long until the online interview?"

"It starts at 9 o'clock. It's past 8 o'clock here in Jucheng. The call is already being issued. It will probably be quite late by the time it's your turn."

"Then I'll go up and have a look. It wouldn't be bad to have an interview if you can get the number."

"Then go quickly!"

The two of them did not continue chatting. Song Zhixing logged into the school's website and successfully registered. But as Chen Cheng said, the online interview was overcrowded and her number was queued very low. It is estimated that by the time it is her turn, it will already be night here on Bingyu Island.

After Song Zhixing took the number, he closed the computer and kept using ice packs to cool down Tang Yu. After changing it several times, the temperature of his body finally dropped, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

When he put down the fifth ice pack, Tang Yu pulled him over and leaned against his chest.

"Stop being busy..." Tang Yu's voice was low and full of pity.

"Do you feel better?" Song Zhixing asked softly.

"Well..." He lazily rubbed her hair, "With you here, everything will be fine."

Song Zhixing was speechless for a moment.

"So, Xingxing..." he continued, his eyes always closed, "No matter what happens, don't go anywhere, just stay by my side like this. Even if you really don't want me, you don't need me anymore... …I need you too. "

The words he spoke were as vague as a dream. Half asleep.

However, Song Zhixing heard it extremely clearly. All the persistence in my heart is slowly shaking.

Yes, not only does she need him, this man also needs herself.

He is not truly invincible, and there are times when he is fragile and needs someone to take care of him. If she really leaves, who will take care of him in the future?

Song Zhixing closed his eyes, and the hand that was originally resting on his chest gradually tightened and loosened. Finally, she opened her arms and wrapped them tightly around his waist.

Put your little face against his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

Such a small gesture made Tang Yu's chest tremble. His eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened. He stared at her deeply, lifted her chin with his long fingers, and kissed her deeply.

[There will be an update later, I’m writing it, please check it out soon, it will be around 0:30~~]