Good Morning, Mr. President!

When Song Zhixing heard it, he really threw it away, and his heart was really regretful. The necklace was originally she had thought about for a long time, and it was an adult gift from the second uncle. It was just a moment of frustration for him, who knew he would do it.

She clenched her head and was very helpless. "Forget it, I'll go back."

Song Zhixing was weak and got up to leave. Tang Yu grabbed her and sat down beside him beside the bed. Song Zhixing was about to interrogate, Tang Yu had her long hair ripped apart, and then her neck was cold. She happily reached out and touched the sakura, the little face she had just stunned, and immediately cleared, "Did you not throw it?"

"No next time. The next time I give it to me, I will transfer it to other women."

When Song Zhixing heard the last sentence, the smile on his face narrowed, and he stared at him with clear eyes, "Uncle, do you have many women?"

Regarding her problems, Tang Yu simply wanted to scold her for having no conscience. For so long, his mind was almost on her. Where did the other women come from?

"What do you think?" He leaned lazily against the bed. Elegant, like a lazy lurking lion.

"I think ..." Song Zhixing thought for a while, "Cheng Cheng said, men like you are mostly women colluding."

"What kind of man am I?"

Song Zhixing thought of Chen Cheng's "Perfect Man" and didn't say it, but just said, "A man like you, who is not only rich, but also handsome. It must be very popular among women."

"Really?" Tang Yuping was definitely not a man who exaggeratedly liked listening to praise. Moreover, it is still described by the clichés and superficial adjectives such as "rich" and "handsome". If it is put in the mouth of others, it is really difficult for him to be happy. But from the mouth of this little thing, the feeling is completely different. It's so comfortable and comfortable, that's about it.

"What about you?" Tang Yu asked suddenly.

"what?"

"Since I have money and I'm so handsome, do you like me?" Tang Yu asked, looking like he was carelessly asked, but his eyes stared at her scorchingly. The look seemed to be looking deep into her heart. Song Zhixing didn't dare to ask whether he liked it or not, because there were some questions. Once asked, the answer came out. However, that answer made her afraid and afraid to face it.

She got up and wanted to leave, Tang Yu hugged her back. Song Zhixing struggled subconsciously. He grabbed the quilt, rolled her up, and hugged him.

"Uncle ..." She looked at him rashly.

"Sleep here tonight." Tang Yu whispered, "You didn't want to answer the question just now, or you can't figure it out yourself, I won't force you."

Song Zhixing looked at him, and his eyes looked like a net, making her dense and dense. The original struggling movement gradually stopped. She didn't move any more, but let him hold him and lean on his chest. Song Zhixing was very contradictory. Slowly, he pulled out his hands from the quilt, gently and tentatively, hugging Tang Yu. Tang Yu stiffened for a moment, and her heart stirred. At this moment, I felt that even if she did not respond to herself, she could feel her dependence, he felt enough.

"Uncle, auntie likes you very much ..." She said softly: "Auntie has a lot of magazines with you at home. No, she owns all the magazines with you. I know she has a deep affection for you. I have liked you for many years. "

"That has nothing to do with me." Tang Yu's tone was ruthless. "My mind, she knows better than anyone else. She shouldn't have expected anything from me."

"But you have a marriage contract ..." Song Zhixing looked up and looked at him.

When it comes to the marriage contract, Tang Yu looks more complicated. Song Zhixing asked: "When do you contract? Since you don't like her at all, why is there such a contract?"

Tang Yu looked at Song Zhixing's innocent face, but felt that some truth was too cruel for her. He only wished she would never know.

"When you were young and unreasonable, I had a marriage contract with your aunt. As for why there was ..." Tang Yu paused. "This was set by their elders. I and your aunt have never been involved I did n’t nod your head. Your aunt has been abroad and has n’t come to Judea, so I originally thought that we did n’t talk to each other and did n’t need to say too much to embarrass each other. ”

Song Zhixing was lying on his chest, moving his hands up and holding his neck. "My aunt is very good, and she still loves you so much, have you never thought about it? Cheng Cheng said ... You are together, Very good. "

Speaking of the last sentence, Song Zhixing's tone darkened slightly.

"It was indeed considered." Tang Yu confessed frankly.

Song Zhixing was stunned.

"It is indeed a good choice to marry your aunt as a wife. However, unfortunately, there are other surprises in life." Tang Yu looked at her eyes, more and more serious. He understood it, and she understood it.

She was the surprise in his life. I do n’t know when I will fall in love with it. Then she became the softest part of him. Treated like a small flower seedling, carefully guarded, waiting for her to grow up. Even if he knew she wasn't good enough, she was petulant and mischievous, and even she didn't love him yet, but love was love, unable to pull out, and unwilling to pull out.

What he said was like a confession. Song Zhixing's heart fluttered, and he looked at him with disappointment, as if bewildered by something. She suddenly leaned over and kissed his thin lips.

Tang Yu was breathing hard.

Even if two people kissed many times, she still took the initiative, but every time she met her, he would still become like a hairy kid.

Song Zhixing was also extremely nervous. Lips were pasted and backed up.

There was a layer of mist in his eyes, and he looked at him confusedly. Tang Yu held her big palm and tightened her lips slightly, "That's it?"

"Stars, dragonfly kisses with water, but it is difficult to satisfy me." He looked at her with encouragement in his eyes.

Song Zhixing licked her lower lip nervously, and for the next moment, as if slamming out, leaned down again, her soft mouth covering her lips. This time, Tang Yu did not shrink her back or let her dance alone, but seized the initiative as quickly as possible, holding her back in the palm of her hand, deepening and deepening the kiss.

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In the room, there were men's breathing and women's cooing. A kiss, an ardent spark. In the end, Tang Yu let go of her and went into the bathroom alone, a little embarrassed.

When Song Zhixing saw that he was in extreme pain, he followed with some anxiety. Tang Yu saw her come in, rushing with a somber face, "hurry out."

"... you look uncomfortable."

Can it be uncomfortable? He has endured it for several years.