Good Morning, Mr. President!

Tang Yu coaxed her and kissed her, "As long as you want to study, you can also study while you are pregnant. You can do whatever you want."

Song Zhixing didn't dare to imagine being pregnant at the age of 18. She resisted more, twisted her body, and squeezed him out of the body. "I don't want ... Tang Yu, you can't let me get pregnant."

Apparently frightened by this, a hazy mist of water settled in her eyes. Tang Yu can feel her body tightening to show her resistance.

He gave her a heavy look, and finally, he pulled away warily. When his body was empty, a huge emptiness rushed like a wave, and Song Zhixing fell weakly on his shoulder. Tang Yu supported her buttocks, held her up, and let her legs cross his waist. She didn't resist, she was really powerless. She just lay on her shoulders softly, and her teeth were rubbed against his skin. Play, and ... I have n’t been in a good relationship, I ’m not married, how can I be pregnant? ”

She whispered, and Tang Yu's heart melted. Actually, those words just now are just temptations. He couldn't bear to force her.

Tang Yu did not answer her, but just hugged her into his room. Then, his big hand touched the head of the bed. Catch the avoidance condom, tear it open, and put it on neatly. Song Zhixing was still turbulent, he had been dragged over by him, once again possessed severely.

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On this side, there is a room.

On the other side, Li Hanyan drove his car around the city. She was aimless and didn't know where she should go. Even, she thought she didn't know where she was. Yucheng is a global financial center. This city is prosperous and strange. It is a place where countless people want to come and sharpen their heads, but she is strange to this place.

This city, because of Tang Yu, became fascinating to her.

For him, she brought the team here to develop, and in the shortest possible time, tried to adapt to everything here. But now, all her efforts have become a joke.

Just before that, when she came out of the restaurant, she watched him leave her niece Song Zhixing.

She knows that she has no chance ...

Thoroughly, no chance ...

Once a man like Tang Yu has identified who he is, he is sure. The stars cannot escape, nor can they escape.

Thinking of this, a sudden surge of pain came from his chest, and Li Hanyan slammed the brakes on the car. The huge thrust pushed her out, bumped her head heavily on the steering wheel, and was thrown back again. The whole person, like a sack, hit her forehead flushed red, and she could not feel pain. Looking at the night view of the entire city blankly, I just felt that everything in front of me was blurred.

The cell phone rang frantically in the compartment. It took a long time for her to return to God, pick it up, and put it to her ear.

"Why haven't you come back so late, has nothing happened?" Li Qiming called. Since the last drowning incident, Li Qiming has been restless about Li Hanyan.

"Dad, I'm okay." Li Hanyan's eyes fell dullly, without any gloss. After a while, she finally got the focal length, and she looked around, "It's very fast, and I will be home in a few minutes."

"Well. That's good." Li Qiming said. What I thought of, added, "Today at Tang Yi's wedding, I have made an appointment with Mr. Tang and tomorrow I will go to Tang Yu to talk about you and Tang Yu. Their Tang family must give us an account! "

"Tomorrow?" Li Han smoked the picture of Tang Yu and Song Zhixing holding hands, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes sadly. After a while, I said, "I'll go with you tomorrow. It happens that Xingxing's luggage is in my car and I have to send her back to Tang's house."

Li Qiming said, "Well," "This is a matter between you and Tang Yu. You have to be there."

Li Hanyan did not talk any more, hung up the phone, and sat weakly in the driver's seat.

After tomorrow, she and Tang Yu will never be possible again.

She raised her face, and drew back the tears that were almost overflowing. Just like that, they embarrassed her, she thought, and she couldn't forgive her well.

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Tonight, the lights were out of the window, and Yuelang was thin. In the large villa, the sound of breathing and groaning between men and girls resounded.

Song Zhixing has never experienced joy, like a flat boat, thrown up and down by the waves of love. In fact, at first, she never thought that there would be such a crazy and cheerful **** journey with Tang Yu. He was her guardian. And ... and aunt ...

Song Zhixing thought of Li Hanyan, what he was about to say, the next moment, Tang Yu lifted his body and smashed in with a stronger and deeper posture. The shadow was instantly covered by the madness. . She has been engulfed bit by bit by reason and soul ... she can only be led by this man, and she is lost every inch.

Until the middle of the night, Tang Yucai finally let her go. When Song Zhixing was held in the bath, returned, and lay in his arms, he was like a small animal that had been taken out of bones.

Tang Yu was refreshed, playing with her soft long hair, and asked her, "Explain to me now, tonight."

"... What's the matter?" She felt strenuous now even with her lips moving.

"Run to see a movie with a man other than me? Why did you follow him?"

Song Zhixing snorted with a small nose, turned over, and muttered: "You said before that I didn't want to explain ..."

Tang Yu hugged her back again. Let her sleep on his chest. Song Zhixing lazily raised his eyelids and saw that he was still full of spirits, jealous, "These words that Du Hui said before are simply nonsense."

Suddenly mentioning Du Hui, Tang Yu raised his eyebrows, "When have you seen Du Hui again?"

"It was a long time ago." Song Zhixing raised his small face slightly, his eyes turned lazily against his, his hair spread to the small face, and Tang Yu raised his hand and gently brushed away. She told him truthfully, "He asked me to advise you not to be too busy at work and to take a good rest. Otherwise, you will certainly not be able to deal with me at your age."

Tang Yu hummed.

Is this guy tired?

"Then you think now, can I cope with you?"

Song Zhixing bit his lip, his face was reddish, and instead of answering him, he buried his face in his chest. It wasn't that he couldn't handle her at all, but that he couldn't handle it himself.

The two were quiet for a while—because they had just been washed away by the ferocious passion, so even though it was late at night, neither of them had any sleepiness—