Good Morning, Mr. President!

"Why should it continue until the end of the college entrance examination?" Song Zhixing's tone followed a lot of sullenness. She was afraid that when she fell into exasperation, he suddenly pulled away. What he can do—A mature and sane man like him must be free and ruthless when he really wants to get away. It's like, the indifference when he drove himself away last time, and then completely ignored it. The fingers on her shoulders tightened a little, her eyes were dim, and then she didn't look away, "Why not just end our messy relationship now?"

If he said it over now, could she still pull away? She was no longer sure.

"What are you thinking about in your little head?" Tang Yu glanced through the thought of this little girl. She was just a child, and everything was on her face, she didn't know how to hide. Tang Yu glanced over her little face, staring at her with deep eyes, "In this life, our relationship will be chaotic again and there will never be a day that ends-I won't allow it."

The last four words are very heavy and do not allow beaks. As if he is the master of everything in this world, and Song Zhixing feels that no matter how he struggles and resists, he eventually cannot fall into the trap of being tempted by him, and he controls all his mind.

She didn't answer, just looked at him with ignorant eyes, and didn't seem to understand the contradiction of his words.

He picked his lips and smiled charmingly, "Xingxing,‘ I will fix you in my life ’, do you think I ’m playing with you?”

Song Zhixing.

During these times when he was kicked out and completely ignored, Song Zhixing always felt that he was simply fooling himself. Probably, he himself had long since forgotten.

"You're just playing around." Song Zhixing's soft hands clasped his tiger's mouth, with a bit of grievance in his eyes, "You have driven me out."

This was like complaining, but it was like coquettish. Soft.

As if thinking of being kicked out that day, she still felt uncomfortable, and she took his hand off her face and did not touch him. Tang Yu clasped her hands, one big and one small, two hands, ten fingers clasped, "Do you still want to go back?"

Such a small action makes Song Zhixing feel unbearable. The man's fingers, slender and strong, with clear bones, lined her hands more and more compact. As if this is a man's wing, which can protect her, or in other words, has protected her wing for 10 years. She muttered, "Don't you just ignore me for a long time, and then ... I signed the letter of cancellation last time, and we have nothing to do with it now, what do we go back to? Right ... It doesn't matter at all You said, you are my future uncle. "

The last few words were obviously intentional, and she lifted her chin, "Uncle, are you going to regret it and pick me up?"

That little uncle called so sweet.

Tang Yu put the chair down, rolled over, pressed her on the flat chair, and gave her a hip directly, "What was it just called? Call again!"

"That's all you said!" Song Zhixing flattened his mouth and rubbed his sore hip. When people were under Tang Yu, they felt both uncomfortable and flustered. She pushed him, "You get up, I'm out of breath ..."

Tang Yu didn't get up, "Dare to say that I ignored you. If you really ignored you, you are now skinny."

Her words silenced Song Zhixing for a moment. So, is he really like himself to Sister Li? He didn't actually ignore himself.

There was a moment of fluctuation in her heart, and she felt a little tenderness unconsciously. Tang Yu looked in his eyes, his complexion, and unconsciously followed it much softer.

He opened the hair on her cheek and locked her from top to bottom. "Xingxing, I'm going to tell you every word seriously now, you have to listen--"

The sudden true color made Song Zhixing stunned for a moment, and there was no more noise. Two people faced each other. The moonlight was blurred outside the window, covering each other. Even in such a dim space, she could feel that his eyes were full of his own shadow, and she ...

I'm afraid, the same.

This man was too good and overbearing. Once he entered her world, he took everything away in the most arrogant manner, leaving no room for others.

"I won't delay your exams, so the relationship between us now is hidden until the college entrance examination. Wait for you to finish the exam ..." Tang Yumou's light deepened, "Be prepared mentally. Come. You should also face what you should face. "

Song Zhixing suddenly understood what Tang Yu said, and she frowned anxiously, rising up with excitement, "You want to talk to my aunt?"

"more than."

In other words ... everyone will know. Together with grandpa, and her grandfather?

"Uncle, don't." She refused subconsciously.

This time, Tang Yu frowned. "Do you want to be like this all the time? Really cheating on me?"

"..." Song Zhixing was very confused. She didn't know what would happen between her and Tang Yu, but she was afraid of that situation. She was timid, like a little turtle in a shell, begging to look at the man above, "Uncle, you promise me not to let them know, okay? I don't want to disappoint the grandpa, nor do I My aunt is sad ... "

Her entreaty made Tang Yu take a deep breath. "Are you so scared? Is there really no courage for me?"

"I don't know ..." Song Zhixing told the truth, "I don't want to hurt anyone who is good to me ..."

For the first time, Tang Yu was so unconfident, "If one day, Grandpa, your aunt, and Mr. Li Lao do not agree with you, me, Xingxing, how would you choose?"

Song Zhixing's mind seemed to have a picture that jumped out of that day, but he hadn't really experienced it. Just thinking about their disappointed expression, his chest was aching. Tang Yu watched her response, bitterly holding her lips, "So, you would give me up to coax them?"

He didn't wait for her to answer. In fact, he didn't want to hear the answer, and he knew better than anyone. She leaned slightly on her side, moved away from her, sat up, and pushed open the driver's seat door with one hand. "Get out of the car, it's late."

The sound has returned to the past indifference. I can't hear any mood. Disappointed? Not disappointed. Too many disappointments, too many to be numb.

Song Zhixing slowly sat up, but did not move. Tang Yu sideways handed her the schoolbag she threw in the co-pilot seat. "When I want to come back, I'll have someone come to pick you up."

She gave him a sour look and did not pick up a schoolbag. Instead, she suddenly opened her slender arms and pinched his neck, and her small face was deeply buried in his neck.