Good Morning, Mr. President!

Song Zhixing didn't struggle, just looked at him from the bottom up, looking at this man who was so awesome now, but now admired, as if to embed him in his eyes and heart.

"Since you are reluctant, you are not allowed to leave." Tang Yu's attitude has always been decisive.

Song Zhixing asked: "Can you not leave?"

"As long as you nod, you can't."

"Grandpa is already old, wouldn't I be too filial if I don't go back?"

Tang Yu added pity to her heart, worried that her heavy body would weigh on her. So, support your side with one hand, and put most of your weight on your hand. His eyes were deep. "Stars, no one in this world needs to live for another person. You think about them, but maybe ... they never really need you."

Song Zhixing knew that there was something in Tang Yu's words, but she didn't want to explore at all. Instead he looked at him pleadingly, "Second Uncle."

"Ok?"

"The secrets between you and your grandfather and your aunt, can you never let me know?"

Tang Yu held his heart firmly. She is a sensitive and fragile child, not really aware of it. He leaned over and pressed the cold, thin lips against her forehead. It took a long time to retreat. She murmured above her head: "Okay, I promise I'll never let you know."

Song Zhixing's eyelashes fanned down and looked at him lazily, like a coquettish, "Uncle, I'm sleepy ..."

"Sleep and sleep well." Tang Yu said, took the towel he had just put on the pillow and patted the pillow, "lay down."

Song Zhixing opened her hair that was not completely dry and lay down obediently. Tang Yu took the hair dryer and plugged it in, sitting on the bed and drooping her hair. He apparently never had such experience. He was not skilled in blowing her hair, but he was careful and did not drag her. Song Zhixing felt the warm wind, and felt the gentle fingers of the man passing through her long hair. She suddenly moved away from the pillow and rested on his strong long arm. Tang Yu stunned for a moment, only to hear her voice whispered in the warm wind, "Second Uncle, you said ... Can we really be together?"

Tang Yu's movement stopped for a moment because of her uncertain words. The next second, he helped her to blow her hair again, and whispered, "In these days, as long as you take a good exam, don't think about anything. It will be straight to the bridge.

Song Zhixing didn't ask any more, just closed his eyes. Slightly curled up, lying on his chest. Listening to the man's solid and powerful heartbeat, he finally gradually fell asleep.

Tang Yu watched her sleeping face quietly, and she appeared for a long time. He didn't put the hairdryer down until her hair was dry. She was always careful, waking her up because she was afraid it was too big. I knew that they would have countless obstacles together. I also thought that this little girl would not be able to hold back in the middle. just……

From the beginning, he never thought about getting her back.

"Xingxing, you have to be mentally prepared," Tang Yu murmured, her lips pressed against her fragrant hair, "from the moment you responded to me, there is no way out."

Song Zhixing was half awake and seemed to hear his words, his mouth moved and he muttered. Tang Yu didn't hear clearly, moved her body slightly, put her ear to the edge of her small mouth, and asked, "What did you say?"

"You also need to be mentally prepared ..."

"what to prepare?"

"I ... I will always rely on you ..."

Her voice was soft and waxy, and she was a little naughty when she spoke. Tang Yu heard in his ears, but felt that this was definitely the best lover in the world. He was so excited that he held her even tighter. "Okay, then we're set, I will let you live forever."

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The next day.

Song Star woke up early in the morning.

When opening his eyes, Tang Yu was calling at the window.

"Well, I know. OK." He took the line in a few words. Looking back, Song Zhixing just got up from the quilt and his hair was still messy. But even with this laziness, Tang Yu felt very fond of it in his eyes.

"I woke you up?" He turned back and walked over. Wearing ordinary black pajamas, but still charming. Song Zhixing looked at Tang Yu who was so close to himself, and his little hand unconsciously touched a layer of short stubble born from him. He grabbed his delicate hand. "What's wrong?"

"Uncle, have I told you that you have a long beard and look good?" This man was impeccably born. No wonder, my aunt is willing to not even kill him for his sake. He has such charm.

Tang Yu chuckled and was bragged early in the morning. It turned out to be such a sweet thing, "I heard you for the first time."

"Really?" She was silly. The next second, her good eyes narrowed slightly, and she smirked. "Just a little ..."

He raised an eyebrow. "A little bit?"

"A little bit like a real uncle."

"Do you think I'm old?" Tang Yu knocked her down on the bed. Song Zhixing immediately begged for mercy, "Second Uncle, it doesn't mean that you are old ... Charismatic ... Uncle is very charismatic."

Tang Yu leaned over and looked at the little girl who had been slaping herself. Without feeling any further action, Song Zhixing opened his eyes slightly, and met his gaze. His eyes were hot and garnished with fire, and she could see her heart beat like a drum, she licked her lips. "Uncle, we are about to get up ... I want to see my aunt."

Tang Yu returned to his mind, and the heat of his eyes gradually dissipated. The next moment, let her go and get up. Song Zhixing sat up again. I only heard Tang Yubian walking to the bathroom, and said, "After two days, I won't be treated like that last night."

Song Zhixing looked at his back in confusion, "What treatment?"

He opened the door of the bathroom and looked back at her. "The quilt is purely chat and will never be there again."

and so……

Song Zhixing's heartbeat accelerated, and Tang Yu's voice rang out from the bathroom, "That's what you think."

Oops.

She lifted the quilt, slipped off the bed, and ran out of the room. Ears are a little hot. However, nowadays, I feel that further development seems to be a natural progression, and let it be.

Song Zhixing returned to his room to wash. Thinking of my aunt's look last night, I felt that my spine was cold. Before that, she never knew that the world of love was so complicated and sad.

She didn't even know where she and the second uncle's exit were, but she was also selfish, and before she died, she was reluctant to give up on him and back away. She was fond of all the warmth and peace he gave him. I don't know when she would want to give this man what she can give.