Good Morning, Mr. President!

She was startled, and was about to retreat from the man's leg, but pinched his chin with his **** hand, "Song of Star, I can allow you to make a fool in front of me. But I did not allow you to make a fool in front of me for other men ! "

Song Zhixing's breath was tight, and he could smell the pungent blood smell from his fingertips.

The two were so close, except for the **** smell, and the smell of red wine on his body mixed with the scent of mint, making Song Zhixing feel only dangerous.

She trembled and looked at the man's grim face, only a moment before she could barely find her voice, "I ... I'm not making a fool, I have already thought about it, I want to go back with my aunt. I was not your Tang family ... "

The voice trembled a little, but every word was firm.

There was a gloomy gloom in Tang Yu's eyes.

This little thing is really trying to break free of him and want to leave his world! Even more, it's not just staying away, but delusion and ignoring all relationships with him!

She ... really hates herself so much?

"Without my nod, you don't want to go anywhere, even your Song family! So, dispel your delusions as soon as possible." Tang Yu's eyes looked like a sharp sword that could penetrate her, the corner of her lips, It was all cold, "Don't you think I never respect you, why do you think your will is so important this time?"

This man is abominable to an almost outrageous degree.

He is domineering and ****, so high above him, like a king, that people can only surrender to him. In his world, she may be a puppet with no thought. He pointed east and forbid her to go west.

For so many years, it has been so ...

Song Zhixing is fed up, so he does n’t feel scared and smirks, “It does n’t matter if you do n’t respect my will. I still have two legs. I ’ll go to my aunt now. Uncle, unless you can put me on two legs Interrupted! Right, and ... "

Speaking of this, she bit her lip and pulled down Tang Yu's hand under her chin. It seemed a little nervous, and then she opened her mouth a little more carefully. "In these years, my second uncle's money, I Let my aunt figure it out for you. "

The blue tendons on Tang Yu's forehead were stretched out.

This girl, dare to come and settle accounts with him!

After Song Zhixing said, looking at Tang Yu's face, in fact, he was afraid. She didn't dare to stay any longer and got up and left. However, before stepping out, Tang Yu was dragged again. There was a glass piece embedded in his palm, and this drag also reached the hand of Song Zhixing.

She whispered in pain, her eyebrows frowned, but she didn't respond, and the next moment, she just felt that the sky was spinning.

She had been slammed onto the sofa behind her. The back of his head rested on the sofa.

Tang Yu stood in front of her and pulled the silk tie on her lower neck. The movement was elegant and beautiful, but it was shocking. The shattered diamond buttons on the shirt's cuffs, under the grotesque light, shined brightly, making his face even more gloomy.

Everyone around me, this time I see it clearly-Tang Erye is so hot! This little girl is just trying to die!

Everyone moved away without a trace, for fear of being involved.

Staring at Tang Yu like this, Song Zhixing had a big alarm bell in his head, swallowed it, and struggled to get up again. But, the next second, the tall figure of the man suddenly fell down, with a thick shadow, covering her densely.

"You ... what are you doing ?!" Song Zhixing screamed, his fingers tightened, and his fingertips almost snapped into the sofa under him. She had to stand up before, and was so shocked that she stepped back quickly and fell down on the sofa, her head pressed tightly against the sofa.

This time, it's too close ...

Much closer than when I was in the car this afternoon ...

She could clearly feel his heavy breathing, his body belongs to the heat and strength of a man ...

and……

She was already shocked by the sound, but he didn't mean to step back and keep the distance, but he was still approaching.

When the tip of the man's nose was about to stick to her, she gasped heavily, her face flushed and her ears turned away. Why stay so close? Such a posture and such a distance are not suitable for them at all.

This made her feel frightened, and even an inexplicable sense of shame ...

After all, he is an elder and she is a junior.

"Are you afraid of me?" Tang Yu asked lowly, with a hint of bitterness in his thick and **** voice. However, at this moment, Song Zhixing, who had been in a mess for a long time, could not feel it at all.

"I ..." What she wanted to say, her lips flapped for a long time, but she couldn't say a complete word.

Tang Yu turned her face around, letting her eyes face her. Close enough, his lips are close at hand. As long as she tilted her head slightly, she could almost touch it.

Song Zhi didn't dare to move, and he dreaded.

The horror in his eyes was as if a knife had been drawn over his heart-there, like his hand at the moment, was wounded.

"I've never been a good-tempered person, so don't provoke me again and again." He squeezed her to yell. In his tone, it was a cold warning and an ultimatum. "After all, I'm afraid you can't afford it. "

When he spoke, he leaned very close. I do not know whether it is intentional or unintentional, and the cold thin lips, if there is nothing, wiped from her chin. Song Zhixing bit his lip heavily, forcing himself not to feel the softness of his lips, and he was shocked and afraid in his heart, afraid to pant heavily.

as a result of? What are the consequences?

She didn't dare to think about it, but knew that it was not something she could challenge at will.

However, I don't know if it's my own illusion. Tonight's Tang Yu doesn't seem to himself like a senior to a junior.

Yes, there are no elders who talk so close to each other ...

Without waiting for her to understand, or waiting for her to ask anything, Tang Yu had pulled away and stood up.

The mountain-like heavy pressure suddenly receded, but Song Zhixing was still paralyzed on the sofa, and he didn't return to his mind.

"Second Lord, are you leaving?"

"I'll send you."

Tang Yuren has gone out, and his party followed them respectfully.

Song Zhixing leaned on the sofa, only to see the erect back, surrounded by everyone, farther and farther from himself ...

This man is actually so dazzling and so present. Even among so many people, it is definitely the most eye-catching one.

But this also cannot erase his abominable essence.

Song Zhixing finally found his strength, sitting up straight, could not help but remember the picture of Tang Yu being so close to himself, and he couldn't help touching his own chin.

He ... actually touched himself here!

Is any uncle doing this to a niece?