Good Morning, Mr. President!

Tang Yu was attracted by her shocked response. Gaze drew away temporarily from the book and fell to her, "What's wrong?"

Song Zhixing originally wanted to quietly retrieve the book containing the love letter that Xi Nan gave her, but turned around and saw that the book was so immortal at this moment that it was pinched by the second uncle! Moreover, he was turning page by page, hurriedly.

Song Zhixing's heart dangled from his throat. She didn't know what was wrong with her, she had nothing to do with Xi Nan, and she felt as if she had stolen a guilty conscience.

"Uncle, I'm going to write chemistry now. Otherwise, you should return the book to me first." Song Zhixing opened his mouth carefully, trying to be calm on the surface.

But who is Tang Yu? How could he not understand her reaction? Gently glanced at her, as if indifferent, and compared the other workbooks on the side. "Write the other ones first. This book will be checked immediately."

He said, turning another page slowly.

Every turn, makes Song Zhixing startled. Because she had found that love letter, just a few pages later. She regrets death now! Love letter, even if it was torn, why did she have to take the book with her! Now it may not only be unsuccessful, but also be captured by the second uncle on the spot.

When Song Zhixing thinks so, he will take homework with him. However, Tang Yu reacted faster than her. With a long arm, she fluttered. Song Zhixing was anxious, immediately got up and rushed towards Tang Yu, grabbed his wrist with one hand, pressed his shoulder with one hand, and did not get him up. Otherwise, at his height, she couldn't get back!

She is thin and small, and Tang Yu is easy to deal with her. She wrapped her arms around her waist and hugged her gently, and hugged her to her seat for sitting. Song Zhixing's legs were separated. He refused to sit obediently, straightened up, almost lying on him, reaching for his book. Tang Yu patted her gently on her hips, "Sit down."

Song Zhixing refused, kneeling on the sofa with his knees stretched out, looking down at him from the top down, "Return the book to me first."

"Is there anything I can't see in this book?" Tang Yu asked. Her head was drooping, and her long hair with a fresh scent swept over the tip of his nose, a bit numb.

"... Nothing." Song Zhixing didn't dare to match his eyes.

Only then did it fall, as if she was specifically opposed to her, and the love letter fell from the book he had lifted up. Song Zhixing's heart was sloppy, and when the reaction came and she reached for her hand, the other big palm was almost ready for her to take the letter.

Tang Yu took the letter in his hand—this was a letter written in a pink envelope, and a small red peach heart was printed on the seal. This was something that young people would play. However, he also saw it at a glance. This was definitely not an ordinary letter, but a love letter.

died! This time it's dead! Song Zhixing was about to mourn for himself. Before Tang Yu didn't open, she should quickly run away.

"Second Uncle ... Look at it slowly, I am so sleepy, I will write the rest of the work tomorrow. I am going to sleep." Song Zhixing said, pretending to be yawning, and got up to break away from Tang Yu's legs.

Who is Tang Yu so easy to deal with? The big palm held her hips, maybe she left. Instead, she held the letter and glanced at her, "Who has it written to? It hasn't been opened."

There was already some cold in the voice. This little guy just loves playing tricks like love letters?

"..." Song Zhixing bit his lip. It's been found anyway, but it wasn't fifteen when it was hidden from the first day. Thinking of it that way, she gave up and ran away, saying: "You know it for yourself."

See for yourself?

Tang Yu suddenly remembered something, the coldness between his brows, and suddenly backed away. Under the deep and quiet eyes in the past, there were a few wave marks of excitement. He squeezed the letter, "Write it to me?"

"...?" Song Zhixing didn't respond. What is it for him? How could it be written to him?

However, her silence seemed to Tang Yu as her acquiescence. This little thing actually wrote a love letter to him! He originally thought that such things could never happen.

He was excited to take apart the love letter immediately. Song Zhixing returned to God and immediately took his hand, "Second Uncle, wait a moment."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Just ... I think there is still something wrong with this letter." Song Zhixing hadn't actually opened the letter and read it, and didn't know what Xi Nan wrote. She licked her lips. "I want to take it back and write another one."

"No, I think that's fine." As long as it was written to him, she felt good even if she didn't write shit.

"You haven't watched it yet!"

"So watch now."

Song Zhixing was annoyed. It seemed that it was impossible for the second uncle to return the love letter to himself. She had to run one step first. His hand was still on the envelope. "Will you wait until I leave?"

"reason."

"Uncle, have you confiscated the girl's love letter?"

"My lord, don't play with your children." Tang Yu replied with righteousness.

Song Zhixing was helpless, "Girls also have to be held hostage! It is very, very wrong for you to open a love letter in front of a girl like this."

Tang Yu looked at her, and saw Song Zhixing's heart beating. However, in the end, Tang Yu, who was disturbed by this love letter, let go of her hand, "OK, you go up to sleep, I'll find you later."

Song Zhixing breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to behave at all. Only pretend to be calm, and slowly took his workbook from the sofa and coffee table, and went upstairs.

At each step, she walked very gracefully and slowly, without seeing any flaws.

Best of all, don't look for yourself tonight!

Tang Yu saw that she had walked up the stairs before she started to open the envelope. The corners of his lips kept smiling. Inside the envelope was a beautiful piece of envelope paper, which he unrolled to read. The first line doesn't have anyone's name, but the font is not that little girl. Tang Yuxin was suspicious. When I read a few lines, I saw ‘Since I know you wrote to me, but I did n’t receive it, I have been deeply sorry. It ’s said that the most feared mistake in life is to miss it. I think I may have made such a mistake. ’Here, Tang Yu has determined that he has been tricked. The eyes quickly swept to the end, and the word 'Xi Nan' was written there.

He suddenly sank. He was tricked by a little girl!

Song Zhixing didn't dare to turn around, but when he heard the movement behind him, he understood. As if there was a beast chasing behind her, she yelled, and almost ran away.