Good Morning, Mr. President!

Tang Yu bit the word 'level one' very heavily. Speaking of which, her voice paused, her eyes staring at her sharply. Apparently questioning her abilities.

Song Zhi bit his lower lip.

So, as expected, the first thing they met was to drive her away?

Although my heart is sour, but it is unwilling to be driven away in this way. She definitely looked back at Tang Yu. "Although I am not a first-class designer now, I will definitely be in the future. And, in the past three years, I have designed for countless customers. The praise is almost 100%, and I have accumulated A lot of practical experience, I believe I will not hold back the team. "

Tang Yu stared at Song Zhixing, her self-confidence, perseverance and firmness made his eyes float. She has grown up for three years. Perhaps these three years are the most important three years for her. And he missed it after all.

Seeing Tang Yu silent, Song Zhixing didn't know what he was thinking, only thinking that he didn't want to leave himself. By the way: "I welcome the second master to supervise the work. If you have any dissatisfaction with my work, you can always ask Wang to exchange other designers."

Tang Yu hummed inexplicably, his voice indifferent, "I will supervise well, wait!"

Having said that, I didn't wait for Song Zhixing to say anything, and opened the box door again to enter. Du Hui followed closely behind.

Staring at the back, Song Zhixing secretly vowed to work hard and not let Tang Yu look down on him. In the next second, he felt a little downcast again, not knowing how strong he was in front of him. What do you want to prove? Prove that he is no longer the ignorant, willful, and ignorant of the past. He has to rely on the little girl he keeps, but a mature woman who does not need him to coax to please.

She had always wanted to leave, but now, her legs were not obedient at all. Not only did he not go out, he pushed back the door of the box and folded it back.

She thought that the atmosphere inside must be extremely good-Tang Erye, the person in charge of the Tang family, personally visited and sympathized with everyone, and they must have been extremely excited. After all, during this time, everyone is also looking forward to seeing Erye in person and feeling his style up close. However, as a result, Song Zhixing was surprised by the atmosphere inside as soon as he entered.

Not only is there not just the heat, but the air pressure inside is so uncomfortable.

Those who fluttered at the screen before were sitting upright on the sofa. The singer did not sing, holding the microphone, not even knowing where to go.

Tang Yu sat in the middle position. Although I didn't say anything, I didn't do anything, and my face was quite normal. However, as a leader, the atmosphere still made everyone dare not panic. I used to talk about pursuing his peach, but now he was really sitting next to him, but his body was so tight that he did n’t even look straight at him, but he stole his eyes from time to time. Glancing.

Song Zhixing thinks this picture is very funny.

"Why don't you all sing?" Song Zhixing asked. To tell the truth, although she saw Tang Yu in her heart with all kinds of emotions, compared to these people, she was comfortable.

As soon as she spoke, the awkward atmosphere was suddenly cushioned.

"Xingxing, you came back just right, come over and say hello. This is Erye." Immediately someone came to drag her. It's like finding a life-saving straw.

Song Zhixing rushed to Tang Yuzheng, "I just said hello outside."

"We've all had drinks with Er Ye, you can come and have a drink with Er Ye." The man sitting on the left of Tang Yu seemed to be out of breath, and hurried Song Zhixing to sit down. He poured the wine to Song Zhixing eagerly.

Song Zhixing was sitting next to Tang Yu, and he could smell the good smell on him.

She just picked up the wine glass, but Tang Yu just leaned on the sofa lazily, watching her, and didn't take over.

"Second Lord?" Song Zhixing called him and asked with a voice, seemingly asking what he meant.

"I'm tired today, and don't want to deal with a woman who will get drunk at any time." Tang Yu's thin lips tilted and he spit out these words quietly. The most abominable thing is that some people will forget everything they have done, and then leave without saying goodbye.

Song Zhixing was embarrassed, and she felt that everyone's curious eyes were cast on them. However, everyone couldn't guess the relationship between the two of them, only thinking that the second grandfather said something they couldn't understand.

She did understand.

It seems that the last time he went to find the villa by himself, it really annoyed him.

"You continue to sing yours, don't worry about me." Tang Yu said lightly.

No one dares to move.

He set his sights on the director. The director laughed and immediately got up to lead everyone to sing and dance. Everyone was still somewhat restrained. Slowly, they were eager to try. Later, I simply couldn't hold myself back, everyone sang and jumped up.

As a result, Tang Yu was left on the sofa. There are two girls sitting beside Tang Yu. Song Zhi didn't go, not even peach.

Three people are sitting. Song Zhixing occasionally looks at Tang Yu. The light in the box is dim, as if covered with a thin layer of mist, making him look more charming. Under that kind of light, there is a kind of mystery that makes people feel emotional.

His business trip should be really a bit tired, and his eyes are tired. Song Zhixing looked distressed. Looking up a little more, I found that Peach was also looking at him. With that unabashed, admiring look.

"Second, do you want some fruit?" Peach couldn't sit still, brought the fruit over, and took a fork and fork directly to Tang Yu's mouth. The smile was particularly sweet. "Taste this orange. I just tried it. It's not sour at all. It's sweet."

Moreover, she talked, and intentionally or unintentionally moved another inch towards Tang Yu.

Really eager enough! Song Zhixing was a little upset in his heart. He didn't wait for Tang Yu to say a word, like an unintentional quiet saying: "He doesn't like to eat oranges."

Peach glanced at the Star of Song.

Song Zhixing took a fork and forked a pear to Tang Yu. Tang Yu's eyes looked at her deeply, and her eyes looked like she was looking into her heart. She felt that his heart was trembling, but she felt that her lips were dry, and she trembled, "Don't you like to eat pears?"

"Originally, you still remember my preferences." Tang Yu's voice was not high and was covered by the noisy sound in KTV, which was only heard by Song Zhixing. He leaned slightly and approached her. At that moment, Song Zhixing's breath was held, she felt her heart was about to pop out of her chest. Even, I felt that Peach's eyes looked like a knife.

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