Good Morning, Mr. President!

Tang Yu looked colder and sharper. He tapped his fingers on the sofa arm. "Who taught you this?"

The sound of the fingers seemed to strike Song Zhixing's heart. She suddenly hushed, frowned carefully, and dared not speak.

Tang Yu's gaze passed from top to bottom. The floral cotton pajamas on her body are actually a conservative style, which is just right for an 18-year-old child. However, the little white face that was originally white now showed a faint, abnormally bright red.

Tang Yu frowned. "Drinking?"

Song Zhixing bit his lip, and didn't dare nod his head, not even shook his head.

"Who gave her wine?" A few words, not trivial, made everyone in the villa shudder. His gaze faintly glanced at the servants and housekeepers aside. A few people were sweating cold, you look at me, I look at you, in the end, the steward stepped forward stubbornly, "Sir, Miss weekday is definitely not dripping. Today ..."

"Who gave her wine?" The housekeeper was interrupted. Tang Yu's tone was a bit heavy. Obviously, he did not have the patience to listen to any justification. This is the consistent style of the second family of the Tang family. No reason or excuse is here for him.

"I gave the wine to the lady." Sister Li knew that there was no excuse for her. She took a step forward and admitted in a low voice: "Second Lord, I got the wine."

"I asked for Sister Li to take the initiative, and it has nothing to do with her." Song Zhixing, who was like a bunny, couldn't breathe in the atmosphere, didn't hold back at this moment, and her little body was blocked by Sister Li , Looking directly at Tang Yu, "Second Uncle, if you want to be held accountable, just look for me, it has nothing to do with others."

Tang Yu's sturdy legs crossed.

Obviously he was sitting, they were standing, but his cold eyes swept over, and the aura made Song Zhixing feel like he was short.

The eyes I had just stared at him just dropped, and I didn't dare to look at him again. "I ... I'm sorry, uncle, this time I know something wrong. Don't blame others."

If Sister Li is fired, she will be disturbed. Over the years, she has been fired from countless people because she is not sensible. The second uncle has always been cold and ruthless, saying that if you let people roll, you will get rolled, there is no room for manoeuvre.

Tang Yu's face could not see the slightest mood fluctuations, he only asked, "What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't drink." She was very repentant.

"anything else?"

and also?

Song Zhixing thought for a while, "I shouldn't do PARTY either. It's not that important at 18th birthday."

Tang Yu stared at her pajamas, thinking of the boys who drank like her, his expression gloomier and his voice a little colder, "What else?"

"Also?" Song Zhixing racked his brains without thinking about it. She had to stand there, frowning in distress.

Tang Yu stood up and strode towards her with long legs. Song Zhixing was forced to take a step back subconsciously by his too strong aura, his leg rests on the single sofa behind him, and then he could not retreat.

Tang Yiye's grim face was close to her, "Next time, if you dare to appear like this in front of your male classmates, let alone Li Sister, everyone in the villa will have to pack things up . "

His voice was still so light, not rushed, but the words spoken were loud, like a boulder hitting Song Zhixing's heart, and she heard her heart beat. Everyone gets out of the way, is that okay? She had to die with guilt. However, she knew that the second uncle always did what he said.

She blinked, and before she could return, Tang Yu had passed by with her, and Shen Bu went upstairs.

After taking two steps, she glanced back at her, "What are you still doing? Go upstairs and wash your wine."

"Oh ~" Song Zhixing regained his thoughts and immediately responded, "Okay, right away!"

Tang Yu said nothing and went upstairs.

Until his figure completely disappeared, a group of talents downstairs were relieved.

Song Zhixing put out his tongue, "What's wrong with my pajamas? Is that really ugly, Sister Li, as much as making my uncle so angry?"

"It's not hard to see. The lady looks good in everything. However, sir is a traditional person and probably can't accept the trendy ideas of your pajamas PARTY."

Song Zhixing thought that Sister Li made a lot of sense and whispered, "Old antique second uncle!"

Ming will be only 30 next year, but some things are as rigid as 60 years old. There are really 4 generation gaps between them. No, it is a gully and there is no way to communicate.

Song Zhixing has begun to look forward to when he will leave again. This time, it is better to walk a little longer, so that she can resume her free life.

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after a little while.

The door of the master bedroom was pulled open from the inside. The man had taken a bath and went downstairs. At this moment, taking off his formal attire and wearing a black nightgown, he looked a little younger, but the calm temperament and restrained temperament inherent to God did not disappear.

"Sir, haven't you slept yet?" Sister Li greeted him.

"Spitting." Tang Yu faintly returned to the kitchen. On the way, I took a look at Sister Li, and asked casually, "Is that girl sleeping?"

"Miss hasn't slept yet! I'm so happy today, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep until later."

Tang Yu nodded her head. She was really happy tonight, but her appearance seemed to make this happy taste change.

Thinking of this, there was a moment of silence. After a while, he commanded again: "Cook the sober soup and bring it to her. Let her sleep early."

"Ah, I almost forgot." It seemed that Sister Li had just remembered this and hurried back to the kitchen.

Tang Yu seems to be pouring water. He didn't stay much, so he went upstairs. When Sister Li came out, she found that there was an exquisitely packed gift on the coffee table in the hall.

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The next day.

Song Zhixing yawned, dressed in school uniform, and came out of the room lazily. People were still sleepy, and when they went downstairs, they were still crooked.

"Miss, be careful of falling from the top. If you know it to your husband, you will be trained again." Sister Li reminded her downstairs.

Song Zhixing then remembered that there was still a big living Buddha in the family. He immediately went to sleep and disappeared without a trace, and his body was stretched. He carefully asked Sister Li, "Is the second uncle up?"

I asked, not forgetting to look back at the master bedroom.

This look made Sister Li helpless to laugh, "Sir left early."

"Gone?" Song Zhixing's eyes brightened, and '咚咚咚' ran downstairs. "Sister Li, if you leave, shouldn't it be a long-term difference? Did you say this time? How long will it take? "

"Little conscience! I look forward to your uncle leaving."