Good Morning, Mr. President!

Song Zhixing didn't bother him, ran downstairs, washed a cup of hot milk, and then re-entered. She barefooted and stepped on the carpet without making a noise. Tang Yu felt it, looked up, and suddenly saw her for a moment.

I saw she was wearing pajamas, her long hair was a little messy, and in the middle of the night people looked a little lazy. Under the light, her facial features were delicate and her skin was white. But the gauze on the face and neck was a bit broken.

"What are you looking at?" Song Zhixing saw that he kept his eyes on him, asking a little puzzledly, and he was a little helpless.

Tang Yu looked back, his eyes moved slightly, and fell on her bare feet. "Why not wear shoes at night? It's cold now."

"It doesn't matter. It's a carpet, and it's not cold." She felt comfortable stepping on the soft carpet like this. She took the hot milk and brought it to his desk. She stood in front of the desk and looked at him from top to bottom. "Where did the ball go? I remember when I fell asleep, it slept with me Now. "

"I let it sleep in a cage." Tang Yu flipped over the file and looked up at her again. "Don't take it to sleep in the future, don't develop such a bad habit."

Sure enough, she was trained again, as before, nothing has changed. However, what he said just now is 'after' ...

That means, will she live here in the future?

Song Zhixing's heart was leaping, sitting opposite him, holding his cheeks, "Why can't you take it to sleep? It's very good and doesn't mess up too much."

"This season, you will lose hair. You don't just hold it to sleep, you have to touch it less." Tang Yu said later, looking more serious.

Song Zhixing slyly smiled.

He asked, "What are you laughing at?"

She probed slightly and approached him. "Don't you say that you have forgotten my illness?"

There was no change in Tang Yu's expression. After ‘um’, he said naturally: “Did your sixth uncle remind me last time?”

"Oh ~" Song Zhixing should make a sound, and the end of the song intentionally or unintentionally stretched long, staring at him with a smile on his face, making it clear that he did not believe it. Tang Yu closed the file and looked at her. She folded her hands on the desk. "I touched your suit pocket today. Would you like to guess what I touched?"

Tang Yu said nothing.

Song Zhixing smiled, "Pill Bottle."

He didn't deny it, just stared at her smile. She was so close to herself that it was within reach. Such a smile, without any trace of impurities, and no previous gloom, like sunlight, has been shining into his heart.

"Looking for me so late just to ask me about this?" Tang Yu said, looking at her seriously.

Song Zhixing was seeing his heart beat faster and faster, and he didn't know why, his face turned red. She stood up and moved a step in his direction. Tang Yu was still staring at her. She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and walked around, standing beside him. Hands, spreading out to him, softly: "I'm here to ask for something."

"What?" He didn't understand.

"Sakura necklace, you said you would give it to me." In front of him, she regained the look of her past, like a child begging for candy, and stretched his hands towards him, "Give me back."

Tang Yu looked up at her, and the dazzling light spilled into his eyes. He looked deeper and implied: "I give you a necklace, what do you give me?"

Song Zhixing was so heart-beating as that little deer that he bit his lip, "... what do you want?"

"What can you give me?" He threw the question at her again.

Night, deep. At night, it was extremely quiet. Song Zhixing looked at him, and he looked back at her. She felt that the air was so quiet that she could hear only her own heartbeat and his growing breathing. It was probably infected by the blurred night outside the window, and the atmosphere inside the window became abnormally ambiguous.

She felt something in her heart calling, encouraging, or tempting. She licked her lips, looked down at him, and asked softly, "Well ... I'll kiss you, okay?"

That was the answer he wanted. But the answer he wanted didn't stop there. Moreover, she must not know how loud her voice was in such a tempting night.

Tang Yu's breath tightened a bit, and she adjusted her sitting posture. She still looked up at her leisurely, but her eyes clearly contained the temptation to encourage her. "Try it, maybe."

Song Zhixing felt that he must have been deceived by him, and that moment, it was the courage of not knowing where it came from. Leaned down and pressed lightly on his lips. She was so nervous that she couldn't breathe quickly, so after a pause, she had to pull away. However, Tang Yu didn't expect to be one step faster than her. Her long arms had already buckled her slender waist and wrapped her around her legs. She pressed her hands on his shoulders subconsciously, and her soft body became stiff because of tension.

The two of them were so close together that they could clearly see the moistness of each other's eyes.

"That's it?" Tang Yu's voice was dumb and his eyes were hot. "Do I look like a good guy?"

"... you said ... maybe." Song Zhixing's heart blazed with her eyes, and her hands were full of sweat.

Tang Yu's long finger raised her chin, "Why don't you take the stance that begged me to kiss you that day?"

Song Zhixing still remembers being drunk and cheeky that day, but when he was mentioned by him, he felt ashamed. Unwilling to admit it: "How can I ask you to kiss me? I ... I forgot. It must be that I am drunk."

Tang Yu was right, she was calmly gazing at her, "when you are awake, would you?"

He is extremely serious. Song Zhixing's heart shook slightly, and suddenly he became extremely devout. Without timidity or shame, she nodded under his burning gaze, "I would ..."

Tang Yu raised his eyebrows.

Song Zhixing breathed lightly, wrapped his hands around his neck, and leaned forward to kiss his thin lips. Initially, Tang Yu did not take the initiative to respond, he was tentative. Test which step she can take. Test her determination to return to his world this time.

She hadn't kissed any man for three years, and now she's surprisingly bad. With his lips sucking a kiss, he didn't get a response from him for a long time. She was discouraged and hurt, and looked at him sadly. "Is my kissing technique too bad?"

"It sucks." His voice was husky to the extreme, his long fingers inserted into the hair, clasped her back of the head, and pulled her back closer to each other, and each other's lips were about to stick to each other. Otherwise ... you are dead! "