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There will be generation gaps. However, she did not feel boring at all when they got along. Instead, because of this generation gap, this gap between each other, she worshipped him more, admired him, and trusted him.

"Then would you think I was naive someday?" Song Zhixing asked him.

Tang Yu's lips pressed against the top of her head and sighed, "You once were more childish than now."

The next day.

The two stayed in the hotel all morning. In the afternoon, Tang Yu personally sent Song Zhixing back to the villa, and then he left for the company.

Song Zhixing stayed in the villa alone, remembering his grandpa and aunt again. Holding a cell phone and looking at the number in a daze.

"Miss, why have you been staring at your phone for a while?" Sister Li came over with a dessert. "Drink, I made something new."

"Thank you." Song Zhixing took a spoonful and took a sip, then glanced lonely at the phone. After her call was hung up yesterday, neither her aunt nor grandfather called her back.

"Sister Li ... you said, can your relationship be broken if you really say it?" Song Zhixing asked sourly.

Sister Li sighed, "After all, it's connected to bones and blood. Where can I say it? Just break it? I think your grandfather just wants to air you and see if you can compromise. You, don't really hold your arms around the elderly, it's appropriate He's soft, maybe he's soft-hearted and promises you everything. "

Song Zhixing remembered Li Qiming's decisive look that day, and he wasn't sure at all.

"Since I'm so reluctant, I'll make another phone call to coax the old man."

"I've called it, and I hung up without answering it yesterday." Song Zhixing took a bite of dessert and returned bitterly. It was sweet to drink, but it tasted bitter. She finally lowered her spoon and picked up her phone again. What if it hangs, just continue to fight!

She took up the courage and was about to dial the phone again, but before she dialed out, the phone entered a call.

A completely strange number, she was slightly surprised.

After a moment of hesitation, I still connected the phone to my ear and said, "Hey."

"Stars, it's me. Let's meet!"

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As soon as Tang Yu entered the office, he found Du Hui.

"What happened to her family register?"

Er Ye is so anxious! Did n’t you deliver it yesterday? Du Hui sighed, but he just dared to talk in his stomach. "I delivered it yesterday, and I can get it tomorrow. But ... can Miss Little get it over there? She's only 18 years old now, and she's just not interested in getting married, right?"

Tang Yu didn't say anything. Indeed, the 18-year-old has no concept of getting married. However, he always has a way.

"By the way, ask you something." Tang Yu didn't answer what he said just now, but suddenly remembered something, while opening the file, he asked Du Hui, "What does 23333 mean?"

"Ah? 23333?" Du Hui thought this was too strange. "Isn't it just 23,333?"

Tang Yu gave him a cold eye, "If it's that simple, I need to ask you? Xingxing said it is a hot word on the Internet, you can look it up."

He lowered his head to sign the documents, and ordered, "Also, ORZ also looks up."

"..." Du Hui also listened to Tianshu's appearance, thinking for a while, asking, "What shorthand is this?"

It seems that some people, like themselves, have a deep generation gap with young people. Tang Yu felt relieved, "Aren't you 20 years old and not a few years behind the stars, why are you so outdated? So to speak, little fresh meat, you don't know what it is to come to."

"I know that!" Du Hui responded immediately, feeling very happy as if he had won the prize. This shows that he is still young!

Tang Yu glanced at him, not convinced. Du Hui smiled, "Xiao Xianrou described me like this!"

"You're like this?" Tang Yu glanced over him, thinking he was bullshit. "You're not fat. Why can't you get in touch with meat."

"This is nothing to do with meat. Little fresh meat is a handsome young man who is very handsome. Like little girls, their little girls now like little fresh meat."

"Is that so?" Tang Yu listened and gave Du Hui a serious look. "That can't get in touch with you!"

"..." Du Hui grumbled. Isn't he handsome and young?

When Tang Yu dropped a document and took another document, he asked leisurely: "Describe me like this? Are there any new words on the Internet?"

"Yes," Du Hui mumbled, "I'm afraid you're not happy to say it."

"Say."

"... Old bacon."

"..." Tang Yu smashed the document towards Du Hui.

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Song Zhixing never expected that Tang Yu's father would invite himself to meet. Along the way, she was very upset. Instinctively, he must find himself for her and Tang Yu.

Tang Yiming's appointment with her was in a quiet cafe. The decoration of the cafe is very elegant. Although the heat is hard to bear outside and the sun is in the head, the inside is breezy and comfortable.

The dignified screen divides out a small and exquisite elegant seat. Song Zhixing was led by the waiter and went to the innermost. When she arrived, Tang Yiming was sitting in front of the tea house, making tea with skill. The boiled water was soaked with tea leaves and the aroma was overflowing. Tang Yiming is already over 50 years old and is about 60 years old, but he is still full of energy and can't see his age.

"Mr. Tang, your guest is here." The waiter said lightly. Tang Yiming looked up and saw Song Zhixing's face turned out to be a dream for a long time. Song Zhixing was seen a little uncomfortably, bowed slightly and greeted, "Grandpa Tang ..."

Tang Yiming returned to God and smiled gently at her, "Sit down."

Song Zhixing sat down on his right. Tang Yiming washed her a cup of tea. "By the way, your little girls all like to drink fruit juice. Would you like to send a glass of fruit juice to the front desk?"

"No, it's good to drink tea."

Tang Yiming's eyes glanced at Song Zhixing. Finally, it fell on her neck. Song Zhixing was embarrassed, leaving the mark left by Tang Yu there. She wanted to cover it with her hands, but it was more embarrassing, just to cover it.

"Grandpa Tang, is there anything wrong with you?"

"Grandpa Tang ..." Tang Yiming smiled and chewed these three words with many emotions in his heart, "It's also time to call 'Grandpa'. Your mother called me at the same time as 'Uncle.'

Hearing his mother suddenly, Song Zhixing raised his clear eyes to see him. Looking at those eyes, Tang Yiming had a moment of shaking, his memory and time and space were intertwined, and he felt a lot more heavy.

"I have heard about you and your second uncle." Tang Yiming opened his door and said.

Song Zhixing's heart was stunned, his hands pressed on his knees, and he didn't know how to answer. She couldn't hear it, too, was Tang Yiming's words blaming and not understanding?

"I know Tang Yu's temperament is very similar to that of his mother--what he wants, no matter what obstacles are ahead, he must get it." Tang Yiming's voice was always slow and slow. He took a sip of tea, put down his delicate tea cup, and looked at Song Zhixing, "Are you going to follow Tang Yu like this? But, Xingxing, do you really know his life?"