Good Morning, Mr. President!

The next moment, she tightened her waist, and the person was already hugged from behind, and pushed into the lounge together.

There was darkness in the lounge. Song Zhixing was timid and was completely frightened by such a hug. When he looked back, he immediately screamed, rubbing his arm around her waist.

Before she turned her face, she had been put down, and the figure behind her turned to the front, like a helpless opening: "How do you like to scratch people so much? It seems that I really have to find someone to give you a sharp edge Kitten paws. "

The sound ...

Song Zhixing was shocked.

I almost thought it was my illusion.

She stopped and quieted down against the wall. Only her erratic breathing sounded in the dark space.

Is it uncle? Impossible, he was clearly on a business trip before her class. How could it be here now? However, the breath that belongs to a man is so familiar ...

She didn't know when it started, even her breath, she remembered so clearly.

As she thought about it, the snoring sounded, and the next moment, she passed the medicine bottle under her nose. Tang Yu's calm voice command: "Stars, suck!"

Song Zhixing determined that it was her, and all the horrible fears in her heart disappeared in this transient, and replaced by peace of mind. She knew that as long as the man was there, she would be fine. Every time, he would rescue her when she was helpless.

In addition to the peace of mind, there was a hint of indescribable joy. It seemed that he was depressed on the chest for two days, and disappeared without a trace because of his appearance. The empty heart was filled up all at once.

Since when did he want him to come back so much? She used to dream of him returning late.

She held the pill bottle and took several breaths. After a while, breathing gradually eased a lot.

"Are you better?" Tang Yu's voice sounded overhead.

"Um." She pushed the medicine bottle away. Tang Yu put away the medicine.

She stood against the door panel, feeling the faint cologne breath of the man, and her heart was turbulent. For a moment, she could not help but call him, "Second Uncle ..."

The voice was soft and weak, like a coquettish, and like a lot of complex and strong feelings.

Tang Yu's body shook, his breathing slightly heavy.

He was so angry that she didn't take her medicine with her, and he tried to wait for her to calm down and educate her. However, her soft call made his heart soften suddenly. Where else could there be any fire at her?

"What's wrong?" Tang Yu's voice was dumb, and he leaned down and stared at her.

There are no lights in the lounge. But light came in from the outside, so that the two who had adapted to the darkness could gradually recognize each other's figure by the light.

Even when Song Zhixing lowered his head, he could feel Tang Yuzheng's scorching eyes on himself. Her heartbeat was so fast that she licked her lips and raised her head. "Aren't you on a business trip? Why are you back?"

"You don't know why I came back?" In the darkness, Tang Yu's voice was shockingly sexy. Long fingers, like nostalgia, slowly touch the girl's cheek.

Song Zhixing felt that his fingertips were stained with fire, burning her to a flutter. My mind was a little messy, I could only shake my head, and soft waxy voice said intermittently: "I ... of course I don't know. Is the business over there?

"No. There are so many things waiting for me." Tang Yu was telling the truth, and he could clearly hear a little tiredness in his voice.

Song Zhixing was distressed. "Then you still come back?"

Tang Yu looked at her from top to bottom. Deep eyes, in the darkness, became more and more shocking, as if to **** her whole person in.

She felt like she wasn't breathing again ...

However, this is very different from the feeling when you are ill. This is more like a heart problem, because the heartbeat is so fast that it will pop out of the chest.

Tang Yu's breathing was heavy. In the next second, it seemed as if she could not bear it, and her long arm was retracted, hugging her. Then, holding her chin with her other hand, she lifted her small face, his fierce and fierce kiss, covered her lips and printed heavily.

"This is what I was thinking all the way back on the plane ..." Tang Yu sucked her tender lips obsessively. Covered her lips and murmured as she breathed.

In fact, he thought he could survive a week or even half a month before returning to take a good look at the little girl. However, he overestimated his own determination. When you miss someone, it ’s best not to even call, because when you hear the other person ’s voice, that thought will only grow more madly in the heart. Even the heart was faintly painful.

Song Zhixing can feel the strong emotions of men. Infected, the feelings of her backlog deep inside also gush out. At this instant, she forgot everything-whether it was her identity or her relationship, she only melted in the crazy kisses of men.

Her body became softer and hotter, as if burned in the fire. His lips, his tongue, his breath were the raging fire.

Next moment ...

The man held her petite hips and lifted her lightly. Her slender legs stretched the man's solid waist subconsciously.

Tang Yu was distracted by her clamped legs, hummed, and placed her on a glass table in the lounge. Holding her delicate hips with one hand, rubbing it hard, the rough Karma's voice whispered: "Stars, don't try so hard ... you will make me want you here ..."

When Song Zhixing heard this, his ears turned red. Fortunately, it was dark here, and I couldn't see her embarrassment at the moment.

She loosened her legs and hung weakly on the edge of the glass table. She was lying softly like a little doll that was about to melt, and holding the man's shirt collar tightly with sweaty palms, "If you dare to be here To me ... me, I told Grandpa that you bullied me ... "

Tang Yu chuckled.

I do n’t know about this little thing. The way he looks right now really makes people want to bully more.

"Then you talk to me first, how did I bully you?" Tang Yu not only flinched, but instead plunged under her skirt with one hand, burning eyes, smiling with a bad and **** look, "Xingxing, you are bullying I……"

"You are talking nonsense, how can I bully you?" Song Zhixing accused. His hands were messing under her skirt, she panicked and wanted to flinch, but then she was pushed back by an unfamiliar happiness.

This quick comfort made her feel strange and ashamed. Knowing that it was wrong, but like sinking into a swamp, he couldn't extricate himself. Instead, there was a demon-like impulse in her heart that made her feel that she wanted more ...