Good Morning, Mr. President!

Just because she had a wrong voice on the phone, she drove to Yunting District. As a result, there was no one in the room. The neighbor told him that their mother and daughter were in the hospital, and he hurried over again.

Along the way, even the VIP ward made it clear.

What's wrong with you?

Tang Yi glanced at Zhao Chuning and spit out only two words, "Passing by."

"..." Zhao Chuning was speechless. It was hard to accept such a reason: "Tang Yi, I'm not an idiot."

Tang Yi put one hand in his pocket and found a very suitable reason. "When Mi Mi arrived, I cried like eyes and walnuts, so I came to ask you about the situation."

Sure enough, it's not because of yourself.

She didn't have such hope, but she was still a little bit lost in her heart.

In the world of Tang Yi, only his daughter can be treated differently.

However, until now, she was more certain about one thing-Mimi was really tight-lipped and never told him anything.

She withdrew her mind and pressed down the inexplicable emotion in her heart, asking indifferently: "What about Mimi? Has he come with you yet?"

"So you remember her, I thought you didn't want her."

"How could I not want her?" When talking about the child, Zhao Chuning's heart was getting sour and unbearable, but in front of Tang Yi, she tried hard to bear it. After glancing at him, his eyes were gloomy. "She's the heart of my baby born in October. Why would I not want her?"

"That being the case, you still let her run out alone? If she doesn't remember my number, if it wasn't for Schumann's phone call in time, if something happened on the road, what would happen in the end, you thought about Isn't Tang Yi here tonight to confess his sins, but there is still some reluctance to think of the scene when the child runs to find him alone.

How can Zhao Chuning feel better?

She was questioned by Tang Yi with a few words, and was dumb.

Tang Yi looked at Zhao Chuning in front of her, and in the face of his questioning, she did not refute, but stood like a child doing something wrong and stood there with remorse.

She wore a pair of slippers on her feet, and her clean ankles were exposed, and she was already frozen blue.

There was a fire on his chest, and now, inexplicably, it all disappeared. In its place is an indescribable faint pain.

He lifted his thin lips and said, "I'll take you back."

"Ok?"

Tang Yi didn't care if she understood it, dragged her wrist directly, and pulled her out. Zhao Chuning came back to God, struggling, "Tang Yi, wait a minute. My mother is still in the hospital!"

"The old lady is asleep now, and it's no use staying here. I'll show you back later."

"I can't go, I'm not assured." Zhao Chuning asked Tang Yi's hand.

But how can Tang Yi tolerate her struggle? While she hit his hand, she turned around and hugged her directly. Subconsciously struggling, she almost kicked out the slippers on her feet.

Tang Yi looked down at her, "dress like this, you want to freeze yourself to death here?"

Zhao Chuning was lying in the arms of Tang Yi, and across his warm sweater, he could hear his powerful heartbeat. He was hot, and the heat seemed to be able to be transmitted through all the fabrics and surrounded her. She put her hand on his shoulder, tightened a few inches slightly, and then let go.

In the end, he just lay silently in his arms.

She found that she was hopeless. Ming Ming and his mother repeatedly promised to stay away from him, but as soon as he approached, she would always have difficulty surrendering.

Is it your own identity that is not embarrassing enough?

Do not.

It was the man in front of him who was always away. When she wanted to let go, he suddenly approached; when she wanted more, he suddenly withdrew.

Her heart was pushed back and forth again and again and again and again and again and again.

This is a thousand times more cruel than ruthless from beginning to end.

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In the car, the heating was sufficient.

Zhao Chuning's cold body was slightly more comfortable. She occasionally glanced at the man next to him, holding the steering wheel in one hand and lazily pressing on the window. Light and shadow passed over his face, and that face was always stunning.

"Otherwise, you can leave Mimi's schoolbag and textbooks in the car for a while. I will be in the hospital tomorrow morning, I'm afraid I can't send her to school.

Tang Yi looked at her side by side, she was deeply tired, he looked, and his heart was tense.

"talk later."

Zhao Chuning said nothing.

"What happened to you and Mimi?" He asked.

"Mimi didn't tell you?"

"She won't say anything."

Zhao Chuning was obviously relieved. "In fact, it's okay, it's ... Maybe she's angry with her grandma. I said two important words and made her sad."

Tang Yi didn't know whether he believed or didn't believe it. He nodded to know it.

The car drove all the way to Yunting District. Zhao Chuning took off his seat belt. "Thank you. It's late, I won't invite you to sit up."

She said, without waiting for Tang Yi to say anything, she pushed the door alone. At this moment, the community was very quiet, she walked into the unit building with her arms alone.

After entering the elevator, just before closing the door, a big hand reached in and jammed the door. Zhao Chuning looked up and saw Tang Yi standing in front of her with a black face.

"you……"

"I'll go up with you."

"Now it was late."

"I have the concept of time and don't need you to remind me." Tang Yi couldn't handle the floor numbers any more.

Zhao Chuning was speechless.

Tang Yi followed her up and she opened the door with the key.

"Sit down for a while and watch the TV for yourself. I'll clean it up." Zhao Chuning put down the key and went into the bedroom by himself.

Tang Yi sat on the sofa, folded his arms, squinted and looked around the house.

The room was small. The presidential suite in the hotel where he lived was bigger than her house. It's hard to imagine how she could live with her mother and Xiaomi.

His sight drifted from the hall all the way to the open kitchen. It turned out that this is where she lives with her children.

On the coffee table in the hall are children's fairy tale books and toys. There is also some information on her work.

He took a copy of the work materials she wrote and took a look. She was as careful as ever about the work. Although only in a small company, the material is still meticulous.

After all, it is the same industry, which may involve trade secrets. Out of professional ethics, Tang Yi did not look down. Putting the material aside, the fairy tale book looked by hand.

When he left the Tang family with his mother when he was young, he knew that there were no fairy tales in this world.

In his childhood, there was no gentle woman who told him fairy tales. He turned it around, ears, as if a soft but emotional voice that night sounded again. Soft and beautiful, like the catkins that fluttered in the spring day, gently flicking the heart lake in circles or deep or shallow ripples.

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