Good Morning, Mr. President!

"Uncle ..." For a long while, she licked her dry lower lip and opened her mouth gently.

"Huh?" Tang Yu's voice was rough. The softness of the sweetness in his arms made him not so good. Her erect figure was very tight, but she still hugged her tighter to prevent the rain from getting wet. "Go forward, you can get there in a few steps."

"But I can't ... I can't walk ..." Song Zhixing's tongue was knotted and he couldn't speak.

"Reluctantly to leave." He was unmoved. This little girl's body is very poor, and the temperature difference will be larger on weekdays. The rain made the cold worse.

Song Zhixing's small head was buried in his suit, surrounded by the burning heat of the man's body, and her inexplicable dry mouth.

Barely go.

However, I can't retreat anymore.

She bit her lip and turned tentatively against his body.

Tang Yu hummed and stretched her hands around her shoulders, her palms were a little heavy. The eyes looked down, deep and scorching, "Stars, don't move anymore ..."

Song Zhixing could feel his body getting harder and hotter. Moreover, there was a deep danger in his tone ...

She didn't want to think deeply about the reason, or in fact, she didn't dare to think about it. But his body tightened, his hands gently pinched the neckline of his suit, and he walked forward with a loss. In this way, she really did not get rained again, but ...

Around, pedestrians coming and going looked at them, and looked at them. In fact, Song Zhixing didn't know if there was anything unusual in their eyes, but when she fell on her, she felt special guilty.

After all, they are the relationship between uncle and niece. Even if she was not related, she was raised by him. The daily relationship in name has long embedded this idea in her mind, which is actually more ingrained than the bones and blood.

She couldn't bear the attention of everyone, she narrowed her neck subconsciously and hid half her face into his clothes.

Tang Yu knew what the little girl was thinking, so she closed the umbrella down and blocked her outside sight.

After walking for a while, Song Zhixing couldn't help but "second uncle ..."

"Ok."

"Otherwise, shall I run over by myself?"

He ignored her words directly. Not negotiable.

She twisted her body. "But, I ... feel a little hot ..."

She twisted her little blush, with a little pleading in her eyes.

The soft body was unsteady, and he froze against him. Tang Yu's thin lips were clenched, and some were embarrassed. Where it is a little hot, it is very hot at all!

As if he could not bear it, he slumped his face and shoved the umbrella into her hand. Song Zhixing must be tiptoeed to raise his umbrella over his head.

In amazement, the man was thrown onto her with a warm coat and wrapped her petite body firmly. The next moment, he was already hugged by him.

She was shocked. The umbrella in her hand didn't stabilize and almost fell.

"Hold it up." Tang Yu commanded, hugged her, and walked towards the office building.

Song Zhixing was lying in his arms like this, she could clearly feel that the whole body belonged to men's sense of security and maturity.

Her heartbeat was fast, and for a moment, she felt like she was lying in her father's arms at this moment. Although the sense of oppression was still there, she felt insecure and warm. That's what my father would bring her ...

Suddenly she felt nostalgic for this feeling, and her small face turned away, leaning gently on the man's chest.

Tang Yu felt her little movement, her eyes darkened.

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The mall is very close to the office building and arrives in a few minutes.

When Song Zhixing was immersed in that sense of security, Tang Yu had put her on the marble surface.

The warmth of the whole body suddenly disappeared. Song Zhixing felt inexplicably lost.

This is weird! Shouldn't he be disgusted with his embrace?

"Don't stand here and blow in," Tang Yu reminded lightly.

He looked a little embarrassed now, holding her schoolbag in his hands, and the wind and rain dampened his shirt, crumpled against him. There are bright raindrops on the short hair.

Song Zhixing has never seen Tang Yu like this-you know, he is very rigorous every day on weekdays, and he won't even mess his hair.

She wanted to laugh, but she didn't dare and could only hold her arms.

However, really, some people are born with God's favor. Even if he was embarrassed, he was still so glorious.

Tang Yu caught her smirking and gave her a glance, but did not pursue it, but took the lead in turning into the Tang Group Building.

Song Zhixing took off his coat and followed.

"Uncle, you return me the schoolbag." There is no guarantee that this person will not open her schoolbag to check her homework. Song Zhixing felt that he had to be in his arms to be practical.

She caught up in a few steps and handed him his clothes first. "Your return, you return my things to me."

Tang Yu looked down at her subconsciously, looked around again, his face darkened, and his brows frowned.

She was wearing a white shirt, which was soaked by the rain, and her clothes were sticking to her body, which was translucent at all. Even the ginger-breasted corset and mature gully inside were looming.

The most **** thing is ...

Beside them, there was a male staff member who was passing by next to him while he was greeting him, and he couldn't help projecting his gaze towards her.

An unknown fire broke out in the heart of Tang Yu. This little girl didn't know how to understand, but she didn't know that she had been watched by a group of men for more than half!

"Put on my clothes!" He now had a terrifying urge. Tomorrow I have to let Du Hui look it up, which department these people belong to just now.

"What's wrong?" Song Zhixing didn't expect that he would suddenly get angry and grieved, and there was a hint of cowardice in his eyes, and he looked at him with a bit of shock.

"Don't wear it!" Tang Yu saw her motionless, her eyebrows twisted into the word "chuan", her tone was not particularly good.

Song Zhixing was roared inexplicably, and his heart was particularly upset. I wanted to put on my clothes obediently, but I did n’t think it was a good taste. I threw the clothes into his hands and snatched my schoolbag. .I taxied back home. "

She said, and turned and went out.

Tang Yumei heartbeat.

She reached out with a long arm, clasped her soft waist, and carried her back from behind. Then, the wide and warm suit wrapped her.

Song Zhixing just felt inexplicable, and pushed hard, struggling, Tang Yu stared down, "You've shown everyone light, still trouble!"

Song Zhixing was stunned.

The next moment, bowing his head, seeing the looming spring light in front of him, the little face was instantly red and bleeding. [There is an update later, I'm writing late, you go to bed first, and get up tomorrow. Genuine reading address: QQ, click dynamic → read → search: Nan Yinyin