Good Morning, Mr. President!

However, she can run faster than Tang Yu's speed. Therefore, before it was time to go up two steps, she was light and she had been lifted from the back by a pair of long arms. The workbook in hand was scattered all over the place, but now no one cares about it. Tang Yu carried her and went straight to his bedroom.

Before she could react, he had been thrown into bed. Song Zhixing was frightened to get up from the bed, and Tang Yu grabbed his back with one hand, and lay on the bed. She was like a small fish jumping around, but she was pinched on a cutting board and slaughtered by others.

"Uncle, I was wrong!" Before Tang Yuxian began to speak, Song Zhixing had already begged softly for mercy.

"What's wrong?" Tang Yu liked her attitude of admitting wrong, but thinking of this little thing not only kept the love letter that others gave her, but dared to lie to him, making him happy for a while, his face never improved .

"I shouldn't lie, I shouldn't lie to you that the love letter is for you." Song Zhixing lay on the bed, and repented seriously.

He frowned, "What else?"

"..." Song Zhixing thought for a while, "Uncle, that love letter was not written by me, but Xi Nan wrote to me."

"So what? Are you showing off?" Tang Yuyin looked at her gaily.

"Of course not!" Song Zhixing hurriedly denied. Otherwise, her **** will definitely blossom now.

He raised an eyebrow.

Song Zhixing said: "I haven't read the letter myself."

"It sounds regretful to hear your tone." Tang Yu picked her up from the bed. "So, keep it, and plan to dig out every day?"

"I didn't mean to keep it. I was going to return it to him when I met in the workbook--I didn't want to fall in love with him." In the last sentence, she said solemnly. Fearing that Tang Yu didn't believe it, his eyes kept staring at him.

Tang Yu looked at her for a while, got up, and knocked at the desk in the room, "Come and sit."

Song Zhixing looked at him inexplicably.

He had already taken a pen from the drawer and a stack of letter paper for business use. "You don't need to return a love letter, just write another letter in response to him."

Song Zhixing looked at him and felt that he had no possibility of rejection. Yeah! Anyway, they have to refuse, it is even more embarrassing to speak in person. So she sat at her desk and took a pen to prepare her pen. Tang Yu sat down at the bedside, flipped the financial magazine casually, and said slowly: "While writing and reading."

"... Oh." Song Zhixing was unhappy, but still obedient. What an overbearing man! She still shouldn't mess with him!

Song Zhixing thought about it and started writing: "Hi Xi Nan, thank you for appreciating me and thank you for loving me. You are a very good boy. Before, you helped me review my homework and solve my academic troubles Always very patient. And you are very smart. Not only me, all the girls in our class appreciate you very much ... "

enjoy?

Tang Yu looked deep, "Do you want to reject him?"

Why couldn't he hear it at all!

"Second uncle, didn't you take Mandarin lessons when you were studying?" Song Zhixing turned his face and seriously "educated" him, "I'm going to make a turn soon.

Then I read, "But I'm sorry, the last love letter incident may have misunderstood me. In fact, I don't have any thoughts about falling in love right now. I'm sorry!"

"Well, I'm done!" Song Zhixing put away his pen and held it to Tang Yu for inspection. Tang Yu took the stationery, took a pen, and drew a few bars directly on the stationery, and then added a few strokes himself.

When Song Zhixing was suspicious, he returned it to her, "according to this template, make another copy."

She glanced at her lips.

In the first up and then down, the first up, nothing left, he was completely ruthlessly crossed out. The last sentence, ‘I do n’t have any thoughts about falling in love’, was changed to ‘I have someone I like now, and I ’ve made a decision to spend a lifetime with him, unless he ’s not married’.

Song Zhixing drew his lips. If so, it is not so much a refusal to say a confession, but a love letter to the second uncle.

"Not yet?" Tang Yu glanced at her. Song Zhixing was forced by his prostitution, and had to copy the template brazenly. Obviously copied, not written by myself, but after reading it carefully once, I felt embarrassed to the extreme.

Why spend a lifetime with him without him? She is only 18 years old and hasn't even talked about love. Why would you think about marriage?

However, what would it look like to marry my second uncle? Song Zhixing looked at the stationery, and his mind was actually evil, and he began to sketch such a picture. When the church appeared in front of him, and a groom in his formal suit appeared in his fantasy, she suddenly woke up and patted her face.

Are you suffering from paranoia? The second uncle just made himself write like this, and didn't really want to get married!

"Okay." She regained her mind and held the letter for him to examine again. Tang Yu glanced, and his face looked a lot better. Tear off the stationery personally, fold it, and throw it on the bedside table.

Song Zhixing didn't understand his move. "Uncle, you give it to me? Then how can I give Xi Nan?"

He put down the magazine in his hand, reached for the back of the chair, gently pulled it, and the pulley rolled, and she was pulled by him with the chair. Two people's faces suddenly approached each other. Song Zhixing only felt dangerous, and wanted to avoid it, and retreated to a safe distance. Tang Yu's big palm was holding her back, but didn't give her back space. She just leaned down and stared up at her. "When you return my stuff, you dare to use express delivery. If you return his stuff, you have to be so sincere and send it in person?"

Song Zhixing found out— "Uncle, you are very careful. You have to remember this after such a long time."

Tang Yu hummed.

Song Zhixing had a thick skin and stretched out his palm. Tang Yu glanced at her, "What?"

"Return that necklace to me."

Tang Yu's eyes glanced from her open palm, and fell to her face again, "If you want it, throw it when you don't want it? Where is that good thing?"

Song Zhixing was quite guilty of what he said. Biting his lip, "Then don't you give it to me?"

"Gone."

"Gone? What's gone?"

"Aren't you asking for it? The day you received it, you threw it away."

Song Zhixing was so angry when he heard this. "Uncle, you ... that necklace is very expensive, you just throw it like this, do you know that this is a loser!"

Seeing her indignation, Tang Yu felt better. "It was meant to be a custom gift for you. Since you don't want it anymore, what am I keeping? For other women?"