Good Morning, Mr. President!

Body, floating up and down.

Through the hot mist, Zhao Chuning stared at the man in front of his eyes, feeling so close and far away.

Reaching out to touch, the real hot man's body made her choke hard to speak.

This man is getting married.

He never belongs to himself, and, from now on, will never belong to her ...

A complex emotion slammed from her chest, then spread, forcing her to tears. Fortunately, in the sprinkler overhead, the hot water kept falling, and quickly washed away her wolverine without letting him notice it. She whimpered, and suddenly opened her lips against his shoulder and bit it down. Tang Yi frowned, only thinking she hurt her and made her unhappy. Holding her back, she lifted her small face buried on her shoulders, covering her lips fiercely again. The lingering kiss, all the way down, covered another circle of marks on her neck.

The thought of another man, a jealousy in his heart not knowing where he came from, dragged away his reasoning-he tried to burn her own mark on her. It seems that this woman belongs to herself.

All night, Tang Yi only wanted her once. This time, it was not as rude and brutal as it used to be. He was so rare and patient, and she was not as rebellious as before.

The bodies of two people have a high degree of fit. This love, whether it be to her or to him, is a hearty feast.

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That night, Zhao Chuning slept extremely hard. Without thinking about anything, he slept over the man's arm.

The next day.

When I woke up in the morning, the window was already bright. She looked at the bright crystal lamp above her head for a moment. It took me a while to remember where I was at the moment.

Opening the quilt and glancing at it, there was no surprise that he was wearing nothing.

The position on the side is empty. However, the temperature and breath belonging to the man remained in the quilt.

Zhao Chuning sat on the bed for a while and finally figured out the ins and outs of yesterday's coming here.

President Liu said he was ill. However, looking back to last night, he still seems to be alive and well, and looks much healthier than her normal person. But if he is not sick, why would he stay in the hospital for a few days?

Zhao Chuning was concerned about this, and wanted to ask him clearly. I searched for her clothes everywhere, but I didn't find them. I had to pick the set of pajamas she had worn through him from the cabinet.

He opened the bedroom door and went out, but there was no trace of him in the hall. He was not in every corner of the room.

Is he working?

Zhao Chuning grabbed his bag from the sofa and turned out his mobile phone. At a glance, it was already eight o'clock. It's time to go to work, but she can't find her clothes right now and can't really go anywhere.

If so delayed, I am afraid that I will be late for work. She called Tian Jie for leave using the electricity left on her cell phone. Tian Jie didn't say a word, he agreed.

Afterwards, he said, "Chu Ning, is your secretary short?" If that's the case, I have to start looking for candidates now. "

Without a head or a tail, Zhao Chuning was puzzled. "Why do you ask that?"

"How can I let you come to be my secretary?"

Zhao Chuning chuckled his lips and said, "Manager Tian, ​​stop laughing."

"I'm not joking."

Zhao Chuning said nothing. No one else knows her relationship with Tang Yi. In fact, she didn't even understand what the relationship was.

Tian Jie said, "Last night, when Xiao Wuye came to pick you up, he showed his own attitude. I had no intention of touching you, and he was caught by him. If he really wants you to leave, I dare not force you to stay. "

With such a reminder from Tian Jie, she remembered that Tang Yi told President Deng on the phone last night that she was her boyfriend. I don't know if Mr. Deng is in trouble, or what Tang Yizhen said.

But in my heart, it still fluctuated several times.

I still wanted to say something to Tian Jie, but the phone was out of power, and the phone turned off automatically.

Forget it, the more this kind of thing is explained, the more suspect it is.

Zhao Chuning put away the phone with the phone turned off, and prepared to call the front desk, asking the housekeeper to ask him about his clothes. However, when I picked up the phone in the room, there was a knock at the door.

It should be the housekeeper.

Zhao Chuning didn't think much, got up and opened the door. The moment I opened the door, I was on the spot.

Standing outside the door was not the housekeeper, not even Tang Yi, but-Mo Liangyan.

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the other side.

Xiaomi is in a very good mood today. When I got up in the morning, I was humming the nursery rhymes.

In contrast, Zhang Rong seemed to have a heavy heart and a sad face.

"Grandma, don't be unhappy. Smile one!" Xiao Yimi cried Zhang Rong sweetly.

Zhang Rong looked at the child's innocent smile, but instead of feeling relaxed, she was more worried.

"Your mommy hasn't returned all night, do you say grandma can be happy?"

"It's okay! Mommy is with her uncle, nothing will happen." Xiao Yimi was led by Zhang Rong, carrying a schoolbag, and headed for the bus station. One hundred percent believe in Tang Yi.

Zhang Rong muttered, "It's only with him!"

"Grandma, if you see your uncle, you will like it too. I hope my uncle can marry a mummy one day."

"Whether you see him or not, my grandma won't like him." When referring to that person, Zhang Rong said with a face, "what would be a good man who could make a girl and a girl big and irresponsible?"

"What?" Xiao Yimi apparently didn't understand, raised her small head, and blinked at the old man with a beautiful big eye and a look of ignorance.

Zhang Rong sighed. "You also know that the uncle you like is absolutely impossible to marry your mummy. He will marry someone sooner or later."

Zhang Rong has always been concerned about this, so she is increasingly not understanding her daughter's behavior. Chu Ning is not an irrational person. How can he still mix with Tang Yi? This is definitely a moth fluttering fire again. It is also quite risky for children.

These words, did not speak to the child, Zhang Rong asked again: "Mimi, what do you think of Uncle Cheng? I think he is very suitable to be your father.

"Uncle Cheng?" Xiao Yimi tilted his head, and finally, Zheng'er Ba Jing shook his head. "Uncle Cheng, or ... uncle!"

Before she could finish speaking, the two crisp words suddenly sounded sharply.

Zhang Rong looked and saw that the little girl was babbling in a certain direction. Because of the excitement, her eyes were bright, like bright stars.

She looked in her direction, and saw a blue sports car stopped on the side of the street, a man calmly on the car.

Charisma, outstanding temperament.

[There is one more chapter, I will keep it in the afternoon ~~]