Good Morning, Mr. President!

Tang Feifei obediently stayed at home, accompanied her mother in the noodles, and planned to make cakes.

Since Tang Yu said that her mother may have been aware of the relationship between them, Tang Feifei was a bit awkward, and would care about her mother's face from time to time, but her old man was always calm and focused, looking at recipes, and looking at his face. Can't see the slightest difference.

Tang Feifei and his hands were full of flour, and the phone in his pocket rang briefly. She washed her hands and took out her cell phone. It was Angla's message to her.

Click it and Angla sends a set of pictures. She clicks it. There are several sets of interior photos of the hardcover house.

With Angla's message: Feifei, Tang always lets you pick your favorite set. There are flat floors, there are duplexes; there are backers and backers. Which one do you like?

Tang Feifei was puzzled at first, but soon understood.

He is too action-oriented! It was only last night that I wanted to buy a house, and today I actually let Angla pick a house!

She hooked her lips and couldn't help but think of the incident where she nearly wiped the gun with Tang Yu in the car last night. He said that he wanted to develop slowly with himself, but probably also endured very hard!

Flicking her finger across the screen, she looked at them one by one, and picked out the flat layer on the riverside and sent it, "That's it."

Angla came back quickly: What about the decoration style? Mr. Tang asked what you meant. If you don't want to worry, just leave it to him.

She is not a person who likes to worry, plus Tang Yu's taste is completely convinced, she simply answered: "Everyone listens to my brother."

"Who's chatting with? A pair of eyes have been staring at the phone and showing it to mom." Yuan Qing suddenly glanced over and asked.

Tang Feifei was frightened and his phone almost slipped out of his hand. She hurriedly held the phone in her hand, and accidentally touched the photo with her finger. The photo was enlarged to the maximum and Yuan Qing saw it at a glance.

"What is this?" She asked.

Tang Feifei knew it could not be concealed, and had to say half-truth: "Last night, Brother and I said that I wanted to buy a house, Angla gave him Zhang, worried that the house I chose didn't like it, so I sent it for reference."

Yuan Qing glanced at Tang Feifei several times, and that look made Tang Feifei extremely oppressive. She licked her lower lip nervously, and heard her mother ask, "Isn't he living well at home, why should he buy a house again?"

"... This, I don't know."

Yuan Qing washed her hands and reached for her. "Give me your cell phone."

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"I'll call your brother! I want to see what happened to him recently!"

Seeing his mother's inexplicable complexion, Tang Feifei had to obediently dial the phone to Tang Yu and hand it to his mother. After a few beeps, the phone was connected. Before Tang Yu talked over there, Yuan Qing only said: "Son, you listen well, Mom won't let you buy a house now!"

"Mom, what's wrong?" Tang Yu was confused over there.

"You don't have to worry about it, anyway, you are not allowed to buy a house! Even if you buy, I will not allow you to live out!" Yuan Qing said this, paused, and glanced at her daughter, and taught: "Also, don't give me Hu Lai! People in their 30s, one today, one tomorrow, I thought it was a house!"

What did Tang Yu want to say there, Yuan Qing had already hung up and just hung up the phone.

Tang Feifei looked at his mother's face, and dared not speak. Rarely does a mother have such an attitude, especially when talking to her brother.

She now also felt that her mother really knew it clearly. Even the reason why Tang Yu bought a house was that she knew it.

Yuan Qing hung up the phone, and continued to meet sternly. Tang Feifei stood aside as if doing something wrong, not even dare to breathe. After a minute, Yuan Qing suddenly gave up, "Don't do it! I have a stuffy chest and go to sleep!"

"... Mom." Tang Feifei called out.

Yuan Qing left her a back view.

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Tang Feifei always has a lot of heart.

When Tang Yu returned in the evening, the villa was already quiet. Both parents have gone back to the room to sleep.

Hearing the movement downstairs, Tang Feifei rolled up suddenly, dragging his sprained foot down the stairs.

Tang Yu put down the car key and came in, looking up to see her still walking on the stairs, and whispered, "Don't come down with your feet, just stand there and wait."

She was wearing a white plush pajamas like a cute little rabbit. Hearing his words, he obediently leaned against the wall and did not move.

Tang Yu Shenbu went upstairs, and while walking upstairs, he loosened the tie on his neck and unbuttoned two buttons.

The action is chic and charming.

Narrow and **** eyes narrowed slightly, and her eyes fell on her.

Tang Feifei's head rested on the wall and stared at him. She felt indulged in him and couldn't help herself. The obsessed eyes could not hide.

Tang Yu approached her with one arm on the wall behind her. Such a move makes the strong and **** muscles on his arm more visible. The dazzling light and shadow shone from above, covering her slender body.

"Are your feet better?" He asked, his voice low, and it sounded particularly charming on such nights.

Tang Feifei was fascinated by him, and his voice came to his ears before she returned to God. Nodding his head, "It doesn't hurt that much."

"Did you take medicine at night?"

"I painted it myself." Tang Feifei leaned back, his back against the wall, and propped his hand on his chest. "Brother, stand upright ..."

Tang Yu looked at her embarrassed and nervous, her eyes darkened, and there was a touch of emotion in her eyes. She held her hand on the wall, retracted it, and suddenly buckled her waist. She screamed in shock and had already leaned over and kissed her lips.

She gasped, pressing her hand on his shoulder. "Brother ..."

"Miss me?" Tang Yu whispered, sucking her lips. The ambiguous breath fell on her cheeks, as if feathers were flowing across the heart lake, making her heart tremble terribly.

She couldn't hide the emotions in her heart, her eyelashes fluttered, and she answered honestly, "I think ... but you're too late."

He put her lips lightly around her lips and talked to her, "Since you think, why haven't you ever called me?"

This man is definitely a master of flirting. If there is a seemingly intimacy, it will be more difficult to fight than the lingering deep kiss.

She felt itchy, and her breathing broke. His fingers were tight, and he was nervous about his shirt and shoulders. "You are so busy at work ... I'm afraid to disturb you."

Her voice didn't have a bit of strength, it fluttered lightly, like a plume of smoke. It was soft again, as if it were about to melt.