Song Tang stood still, raised his eyes and glanced at him, his quiet eyes were not shocked, he didn't speak, he didn't speak, he didn't watch, he just waited for his next sentence so quietly.

Song Youchen felt a little suffocated, he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, questioning whether she and Qin Yu were in a relationship

Impossible.

Song Youchen himself knew that Tang Tang couldn't like other boys, and at this point, he didn't know why, he was so secure.

He finally let go of her, "Hurry up and get in, it's cold outside." ”

The little girl didn't have any watch, so she took the car and put it away, and then went into the villa, and she didn't even look back at him during the whole process.

That's actually good.

If she can maintain such a state for three years, there is nothing wrong with her being quiet, not noisy or noisy, and he doesn't have to think about it.

Being able to be with her without worrying about her being able to complete her mission in three years.

It's at its best, isn't it

As for three years later, since she is here for him, as long as she puts some effort into it, she will always soften and restore her previous trust and dependence.

Yes, that's it, there's nothing wrong with that.

Song Youchen looked at the girl's back, slowly exhaled his turbid breath, and followed in.

When I went in, Aunt Zhang, who was helping in the villa, was about to prepare dinner, and Song Youchen said a few dishes that Song Tang ate and asked Aunt Zhang to make it.

At dinner time, the little girl came down from upstairs to eat, facing the table full of dishes, and there was no change.

She sat opposite Song Youchen and ate with her head bowed, just like in the Song Mansion, only the dish in front of her.

Song Youchen helped her pick up other dishes, the little girl paused slightly, and then said thank you in a low voice, and finally she didn't move a bite of the dishes he sandwiched.

Such a clear sense of distance.

Song Youchen remembered the bright smile she had when she faced Qin Yu again, and his heart was irritable, he threw away the chopsticks and replaced the dish in front of her with the onion on the side.

Onions are Song Tang's least favorite dish, not only for her, but also for Tang Tang in every plane.

"Eat this." Song Youchen's tone was surprisingly bad.

Song Tang looked at the onion in front of him, and after a while, he picked it up with chopsticks, brought it to his mouth, and swallowed it very slowly.

She seemed to pause in the process, but quickly recovered, and then she ate the whole bowl of rice with the plate of scrambled eggs with onions.

"I'm full." She put down the bowl with only the dishes he had brought over, stood up, owed Song Youchen, and went upstairs.

As soon as I opened the door, I heard a loud noise downstairs, followed by the sound of broken porcelain with dishes and chopsticks swept off.

Song Tang's hand on the handle of the door tightened, and then opened the door, entered, and closed the door again.

Song Youchen stared at her casual back, his stomach fluctuating, what was this to show him a face

It's all a problem that is too good for her

In her bones, she is still the Tang Mint who is made of heaven and earth

He won't follow her

Song Youchen followed upstairs, and Song Tang in the room was sorting out the homework to be done at night.

As soon as the man came in, without saying a word, he hugged her and went up.

Song Tang didn't struggle either, and let him go.

Since moving to this villa, Song Youchen has restrained a lot and rarely made her feel uncomfortable.

But this time, when he was holding back the fire, his old state sprouted again, and all those forbearance and restraint came out of control. 166 Reading Network