Good Morning, Mr. President!

Car, driving slowly down the street.

The light and shadow from the outside projected into the car, and Zhao Chuning looked at him carefully. He looked tired and red in his eyes.

Neither of them have seen each other since they got married that day. She didn't even know what he was busy with.

"What I just heard in Cheng's remarks is what happened to your company?" She asked.

"I'm busy. I don't have time to treat him."

Zhao Chuning looked at him with suspicion, and did not believe it at all. What else would you like to say? Tang Yi pinched her chin, "You better not mention him now, eat the cake of him and go back to you slowly."

Zhao Chuning: "..."

She did not argue with him, and turned to look out the window, only to find that this road was not the way back to Yunting District at all.

"Aren't you sending me back to Yunting?"

"Go to me tonight."

"But my mother and Mimi should still be waiting for me at home."

Tang Yi ignored her, but raised his hand and frowned. Zhao Chuning originally wanted to talk to him, but seeing his tiredness, he didn't say anything.

A colleague called and said, "Chuchu, your peach blossoms would be wonderful too!"

Zhao Chuning knew that it must be Tang Yi's appearance that made the other party feel.

"Cheng always came to deliver the cake he made himself, and Xiao Wuye came back and said you were his wife. Hey, Chu Chu, you are a real person."

Zhao Chuning subconsciously glanced at Tang Yi, and said a few words to his colleague before hanging up. From marriage to now, she still has no real sense, and I don't know what he feels like.

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The car drove all the way, and Zhao Chuning was almost asleep. When she stopped, she looked out and was surprised to find that their destination was not the hotel he was staying at.

"Get out of the car." Tang Yi took the lead to open the door and saw that she was still in a daze in the car, then bent over and called her.

She walked down, looked at him a little puzzled, and looked at the villa in the dark in front of her.

Not particularly big. But the design is chic and elegant.

"How come here?"

"Go ahead." Tang Yi took her hand and pulled her over. He lost his fingerprint and opened the door to enter.

It was probably because no one lived there, and it was cold. Zhao Chuning stunned, and gathered his body, "Tang Yi, it's so cold here."

Tang Yi put her coat on her, held her with both hands, and hid them in the palm of his hand.

As he spoke, he sharply turned on a row of lights in the room. With a slam, the whole room suddenly lights up.

The sudden brightness made her squint uncomfortably. Only after the tingling had dissipated, opened it completely.

With more warm and yellow light, the door was closed and the heating was running. Zhao Chuning felt that it was not as cold as it was just now. She stood on the porch and looked around the room.

The decoration design of the whole house is very exquisite at home, but it can be seen that no one has lived here.

"Go in, stop here." Tang Yi called her.

Zhao Chuning asked: "This is ... yours?"

"My home?" Tang Yi obviously didn't like the rhetoric, and corrected her with a cold face. "In the future, this is our home."

The last four characters are bitten heavily.

Zhao Chuning's heart throbbed. As soon as I think of the future, I really want to live with Mi Mi and him, there will be an indescribable sense of wonder rising in my heart.

He put in his shoes, and she changed to follow him, pressing the enthusiasm and asking him, "Why do you always stay in a hotel if you have a house?"

"Such a big house, I live alone, it's too much trouble."

Zhao Chuning nodded, as if to understand, feeling: "You are afraid of loneliness."

If it was changed to usual, Tang Yi would deny it coldly. However, at this moment, he suddenly turned around and looked down at her. Zhao Chuning looked at him for a moment, and only heard him say: "Since it is so clear, I will bring Mimi here tomorrow."

"I haven't mentioned this to my mother yet. I haven't figured out how to mention it."

"If you don't say it, I'll say it myself."

"Let you say, my mother must be angry with you."

Tang Yi held her by the waist and hugged her to the sofa. Zhao Chuning didn't sit still, he shook his body, and hurriedly wrapped his neck around him. Then he held his body and said, "What are you doing!"

"Have you eat his cake?"

"Eat." Zhao Chuning nodded and looked into his eyes. "I have a birthday today. He is very interested. The cake he sent is made by himself. How can I not eat it?"

Zhao Chuning didn't know why he mentioned his birthday today. Well, she has to admit that she was intentional. Intentionally wanted to tell him.

What a personal one!

Tang Yi snorted, "Dare to provoke my wife. What I really do to his company is also what he deserves."

The word 'wife' makes Zhao Chuning's ears slightly red.

She couldn't adapt to such a name. Push him awkwardly, "You let go first and let me go."

"Wait a moment." Tang Yi held her. "Touch your pocket."

"Ok?"

"My suit pocket."

Zhao Chuning was puzzled. Subconsciously reached out and touched the pocket of his clothes over his shoulders. A boxy little box caught her finger.

She beat under her heart, and slowly took it out under his annotated sight.

"What's this?" A delicate black box.

Tang Yi raised an eyebrow. "Birthday gift."

"Birthday?" Zhao Chuning looked at him in disbelief, "Do you know my birthday today?"

That being said, but my heart fluctuated several times.

Tang Yi took the box back to himself and opened it. A diamond ring appeared in Zhao Chuning's eyes. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and Tang Yi looked at her with a deep glance.

The question asked was: "Better than his cake?"

Zhao Chuning couldn't help bending his lips and laughed, "Although you have to pay a little more, but that one was done by myself. I have a good intention."

Tang Yi's face was faintly cold. "Are you not happy if you don't make me angry all day?"

Zhao Chuning smiled and reached out to him, "You help me put it on."

Tang Yi grasped her slender fingers and took out the ring to wear her on the ring finger. The size is just right. Zhao Chuning looked at the ring, and then looked at the man in front of him.

"Tang Yi ..." She called him softly.

"Huh?" He looked up, clasping her fingers.

"Cheng Ye said, I'm with you. Scars forget the pain."

"..." He was silent. The last thing, now that he remembered, he was always hurt. He had long regretted that night, but his pride prevented him from saying anything about his apology. His voice was darker, and his deep eyes looked at her complexly. "Does it hurt?"