Good Morning, Mr. President!

"Little birthday star, happy birthday!"

Although the night was dark, at this moment, the Tang family was still brightly lit. A group of boys and girls are having a good time, driving their pajamas PARTY.

Tonight's birthday star, Song Zhixing in pajamas, is toasting to accept the blessings of all the students.

When she just looked up and drank the glass of red wine in her hand, the door upstairs was pushed open from the outside. The maid stood nervously outside the door. "Miss, sir is back!"

"What?" Song Zhixing panicked. The wine glass in his hand almost did not stabilize.

"Mr. is already downstairs." The servant repeated again, looking around at the children who were all wearing pajamas at the moment.

"It's over! It's over!" Song Zhixing's expression changed suddenly. While shutting down the music immediately, holding both hands in continuous sigh, I wanted to confirm that I could not smell the wine. But can you smell it? It wasn't water I just drank!

"Star, what's wrong?" Chen Cheng came up in Pikachu's pajamas. "Why are you so ugly?"

"My second uncle is back!" Song Zhixing's ruthless appearance was almost as if the sky had collapsed at the moment.

"Your uncle?" Chen Cheng's eyes lighted up. "Is that legendary mysterious, handsome and terrible, almost mastering the lifeblood of the global economy, the head of the Tangmen business empire?"

Song Zhixing didn't have time to listen to those praises. In her world, the word 'second uncle' is enough to equalize the word 'thriller'.

"You take all the other classmates first, just take the elevator down from here." Song Zhixing pulled Chen Cheng out, pointing at the elevator on the other side of the villa, saying: "Do not be my second uncle See, otherwise ... "

"What else?" Before she finished, a voice suddenly came from behind.

She hadn't heard this voice for more than six months. At first glance, she was still as indifferent as ever.

She had a cold on her spine.

The whole person was stiffened and didn't dare look back.

Just listening to the servants aside, bowed respectfully and greeted: "Sir!"

The man stood in a black suit. The steward followed cautiously. Even if he didn't do anything, the gas field combined with the height of 186CM was enough to make people feel more stressed.

His eyes fell gloomily on Song Zhixing, who was wearing pajamas, without much words.

Chen Cheng turned around and saw the man, who was fascinated at the moment. It is said that Tang Men look better than one. At that time, she had seen pictures of the Tang family from the star, and she was shocked. But it never occurred to him that the men of the Tang family were so handsome.

Chen Cheng was so excited that he kept holding Song Zhixing's arm, "Xingxing, you ... your uncle calls you ..."

She certainly knows!

Song Zhixing's scalp was numb.

"Come downstairs and give you half a minute." Before the man turned back, the man had left his words majesticly. Before he turned back, he turned downstairs.

Although the others had gone, the entire second floor seemed to be drifting like snow. The excitement just disappeared, leaving nothing but cold.

Song Zhixing felt extremely disappointed. Didn't he come back for half a year, why suddenly come back at this time? Today is her birthday! It's too unfortunate!

"Star of Song, you are so blessed! You live with such a handsome person!"

"However, being handsome is just being cold. It should be difficult to get along, right?"

"Xingxing, your uncle's face was so ugly when he first went down, you said ... he won't punch you, right?"

Chen Cheng's eyes were still staring at the back.

Song Zhixing's head is big, "Hurry up and take the others away from there! I'll repay you one by one the other day. I have to go down and plead guilty.

Song Zhixing gave the others to Chen Cheng, and he ran downstairs barefoot. The maid followed, reminding: "Miss, do you want to change the pajamas you wear now?"

"Only half a minute, it's too late."

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When Song Zhixing came downstairs, the housekeeper and maid were in the entire hall.

Because of his busy work, Tang Yu has not returned to this home for six months. In this home, when she is only in her usual time, the atmosphere is very relaxed and there are not many rules for going up and down. However, today, when Tang Yu returns, he becomes completely different. The housekeeper and the servant were both tense, and the atmosphere was inexplicably tense.

Song Zhixing was very scared and even afraid of this elder from childhood. Of course, as juniors, few are not afraid of him. So, when he saw him sitting on the sofa expressionlessly now, he slammed his drums and was at a loss.

She froze for a while, then buried her head and walked over, "Uncle ..."

Tang Yu had taken off his suit and tie at this moment and gave it to the servants on the side. The sleeves of the shirt rolled up, revealing a strong arm and a wrist watch.

As if he didn't hear Song Zhixing's voice, his eyes fell indifferently to the TV in front. On television, international economic news is being broadcast at this moment.

Song Zhixing waited for a while, didn't hear the sound, only felt that a heart was hanging to his throat. She raised her eyes slightly and glanced at each other secretly. Even if he hadn't seen it for half a year, he was still indifferent. Shuaiguishuai, but the five senses are tough and tough, giving a particularly cold feeling.

Song Zhixing felt that staying with him for another second was suffering.

Afraid.

"Uncle, take your time, I won't bother you ..." Song Zhixing wanted to slip.

"What's the trouble just now?" But before turning around, he spoke.

Gaze finally turned slowly from the TV and cast on her.

At this moment, she was wearing a nightgown.

White arms and white calves were exposed in the air.

In this way, she played all night in front of a group of boys! It seems that he hasn't managed her for too long!

"We are not troublesome ..." Song Zhixing justified himself, "You may not remember my second uncle, today is my birthday, we are having a birthday party."

Although it was justified, the voice was light and careful.

"Birthday party?" Tang Yu leaned slightly, staring at her, staring at her lips and tongue. Only a moment later, he heard his deep voice asking, "What kind of party do I need to wear pajamas?"

"... This is called pajamas PARTY." Song Zhixing added and added: "It is a popular game for our young people now. The second uncle may not have heard it."

Tang Yumei's heart narrowed slightly.

So, this little girl, is he saying that he is old now?

"In front of the boy, dressing like this is the new way of playing for your young people?" Tang Yu looked cold and sharp, and tapped his fingers on the sofa armrest, looking dignified, "Who taught you this? "