Good Morning, Mr. President!

It was half an hour's journey, but it took her more than an hour to slowly walk home.

The car was too big, and Tang Feifei couldn't stop in the garage and set it in the yard.

"Brother, I'll get off the bus and you should stop. It's not good if you accidentally scratch your car." She said, unfastening the seat belt.

"Um." Tang Yu responded vaguely, but still lying in the car and not moving.

Tang Feifei got out of the car and waited for a while, but saw that he did not respond. She simply walked to the driver's seat, opened the door, and gently pushed him. "Brother, wouldn't you fall asleep?"

Tang Yu suddenly lowered her arm blocking her eyes, and stared at her with deep eyes. The look was like a whirlpool, as if it could draw human soul into it. Then, mixed with various ambiguous feelings, she was stared at a blank space in her mind.

When she came back, her inexplicable heartbeat accelerated, her palms sweating faintly.

"You ... you're awake, then I'm going in." She thought she must be very embarrassed, and after speaking hurriedly, she turned and left. However, before taking a step, the slender wrist was clenched by the man's fiery palm.

She breathed heavily.

On the wrist, he pressed hard, and she was pulled down and leaned on his chest. She could clearly feel his heavy breathing.

With heavy breathing, his chest was undulating, even with her petite body.

Tang Feifei folded his hands on his chest and was afraid to look into his eyes, but he could feel his eyes always fixed on his face. So hot and so deep. Like a flame.

"Brother ..." Tang Feifei was afraid that his heart would pop out of his chest.

"Don't put on makeup again," he said gloomily.

"Ah?" Tang Feifei did not expect that he would say this, raised his head from his chest, and looked at him in amazement. For a long while, her face was wrinkled, "Do you think my makeup is bad?"

He frowned as well, with a serious look. "Well, it doesn't look good."

Tang Feifei was a little angry, while pinching his fingers, he was negatively airing: "Anyway, how do I make you feel that I am not good-looking. I do not want you to control it, not to show it to you."

"Is it for Li Zihao?"

"You follow me." Tang Feifei continued to scratch his hand. However, he was so strong that under his palms she was not his opponent at all. Even if she runs out of energy, she can't break free.

"Don't move!" He whispered.

Tang Feifei couldn't get rid of it, he simply couldn't move. He suddenly reached out and drew a tissue, rubbing it across her little face. The makeup faded, revealing that little white face.

He frowned, "Don't make up anybody after seeing you!"

He said, brushing her entire face. Tang Feifei groaned from the nasal cavity in depression, his fingers ran across her cheeks, and then fell on her lips with lip makeup.

She could feel his fingers burning across the tissue. The heat seemed to permeate every inch of texture from her lips.

Her breath tightened suddenly.

His eyelids lifted slightly, and his eyes were covered with hazy mist.

After Tang Yu's finger fell on her lips, she paused.

His gaze, from the tip of her small nose, went all the way down, and finally, fixed on the charming red. He breathed heavily at once, the bright red flashing in his eyes constantly, under the light of the villa, blooming seductive luster.

As if out of control, he stroked his thumb on her lips. Such a move caused Tang Feifei to tremble, his breathing was disturbed, and his eyelashes trembled.

"Master." At this moment, the door of the villa was pulled open from the inside.

The servant's call was like the spell to lift the spell.

Both men drew back from God's puppet. She glanced at him hurriedly, Tang Yu was also looking at her, and her eyes were very complicated, like a little annoyed, a little embarrassed, and deeply helpless.

Tang Feifei was frightened by the servant, and could not think about his thoughts at the moment. Only blushing, he drew his hand out of his hands.

He straightened up and backed down again and again.

However, because I was too nervous and retreated too quickly, I didn't notice that I was slamming my head on the door frame.

"Ah ..." She exclaimed in pain, covering her head with her hands, and tears popped out of her eyes.

"What's the panic?" Tang Yu scolded, but immediately sat upright, leaned to the outside, pulled her towards her, palmed her back, and dragged her down. She rubbed her hand where she had just reached. "It's a red envelope."

"Hmm ~ it hurts a lot."

"Go in and apply a towel." Tang Yu said and let go.

At this moment, the maid had come from inside, and Tang Feifei immediately straightened his body and put his hands on his back.

The servant saw her and greeted her immediately: "Miss Er."

Tang Yu got out of the car, first glanced at Tang Feifei, "You go ahead."

That look regained its calmness. When talking to her, that is the typical attitude of brothers and sisters.

It made her feel vaguely that he had just looked at his eyes, and the movement of his fingers across her lips was just an illusion.

However, that feeling is clearly so real.

Tang Feifei bit her hot lips, squeezed her bag, and headed down into the villa. Because of guilty conscience, I didn't dare to look at the servant. I was so close to Tang Yu in the car just now, I don't know if it was seen!

Tang Yu watched Tang Feifei enter the villa, his vision was far-reaching and complicated. It took a long time before I got back and looked at the servant and asked, "Are you going to work?"

"Yes, Master Two. When the two come back, we will be off work."

Tang Yu bowed his head: "Okay, let everyone go back to rest!"

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He entered the villa, Tang Feifei was no longer downstairs, and the whole villa was quiet. He sat in the downstairs hall for a while, probably because he drank a few more glasses in the evening, so he had a bad headache at the moment; it was probably because he drank too much, so he just lost control.

Thinking of the picture just now, Tang Yu frowned even more, upset.

Go upstairs, and after taking a bath, stand on the terrace and light a cigarette. The cold wind blew, but the depression in my heart was not taken away at all by the wind.

The cell phone rang briefly, and it was abrupt in a quiet night.

Is a message.

From her, Fifi.

He swiped his finger across the screen and clicked. There were only a few words on the message: "Brother, have you slept?"

[I just came back from the CD, and I was particularly uncomfortable. I was a little hypoxic to catch my feet, so I will change it today for the time being. Everyone says that progress is slow, but in fact they are warming up and laying the groundwork, and tomorrow will be fine. see you tomorrow! 】