Good Morning, Mr. President!

"We have lived together for so many years and I know him well."

"Really?" Tang Yiming smiled, but that smile made Song Zhixing extremely uncertain. He continued: "Did he tell you that his mother was mentally ill?"

Song Zhixing's eyes were surprised.

"He didn't say it." Tang Yiming didn't seem to be surprised. "So, he must not have told you, it's not just your grandfather and your grandfather who disagree. I, and Tang Yu's mother, don't agree."

"Just because I used to call Tang Yu an 'uncle'? But you all know that I have nothing to do with him at all." Song Zhixing put the tea cup down, anxiously.

"Xingxing, don't waste your best years in a relationship that has no future. Whether you are related or not, Tang Yu's mother will never agree with you. You have to listen, I said At the end, the smile on Tang Yiming's face converged, and he became solemn and serious. Every word was slammed and pressed against Song Zhixing's chest like a boulder, making her feel unable to breathe.

Tang Yiming warned her earnestly: "Don't hurt your grandfather and your aunt for Tang Yu. In the future ... I'm afraid you will regret it."

Song Zhixing heard that Tang Yiming considered it from his own perspective. She clenched her teacup with her fingers. "I know, you all have something to hide from me. But I don't want to know what you are hiding from me, and I don't want to care about-"

She wanted to be a tortoise, and she would just live in her own shell. She drank her mouthful of tea, only feeling bitter, and she raised her head again, and continued, "I don't know what will happen in the future, but I know very well that if I separate from Tang Yu now, I will regret it now. Moreover, you just said that do n’t waste my time on Tang Yu, I do n’t think so. Not everyone, at the age of 18, can meet Tang Yu. I think that having him-can be regarded as truly unsuccessful. My youth."

Song Zhixing's remarks made Tang Yiming stunned.

The stubbornness and determination in her eyes made him deeply moved, "I thought that you would look forward to the future like your mother when dealing with feelings. But you are more brave and firmer than her."

Song Zhixing stood up, "If you have nothing else, I will go first."

Tang Yiming did not stay with Song Star.

Song Zhixing carried the bag and walked out of the tea house in a loss. In his mind, it was all Tang Yiming's last words.

Is she brave and determined? However, she didn't know that she was very timid, and she was very afraid of this objection. She was so scared that she didn't even want to think about her and Tang Yu's future. However, she even knew that Tang Yu was so good to herself. Good enough to be reported. As long as Tang Yu does not flinch, how can she flinch?

Song Zhixing didn't get into Lao Mo's car, so he walked aimlessly in the street alone. Lao Mo saw that she was in a low mood and was not approaching, so she drove silently behind her.

After walking for ten minutes, Song Zhixing looked up at the sky. The white clouds in the sky can't evacuate her inner gloom. It was long expected that no one would agree with them when they were together, but when all the opposition voices penetrated her ears, it turned out to be so uncomfortable.

She suddenly wanted to see Tang Yu, and she wanted to inform him of all the depressions in her heart, so that she would feel much better.

She pulled the phone out of her bag and dialed the phone to Tang Yu's phone. Waited for a while, but Du Hui answered the phone.

"Little lady."

"Where is my second uncle?"

"Erye is in a meeting now. I have rarely been to the company in the past two days and have accumulated a lot of work."

Song Zhixing said ‘oh’, because of these two days, he only went to work in the afternoon because of her, so he wanted to come very busy. She exhaled. "When is that uncle coming back tonight? Will he come back for dinner?"

Du Hui seemed to be checking his schedule, and then said, "You don't have to wait. The second elder has an entertainment in the evening. It is estimated that it will be late."

"……Oh."

Song Zhixing's lonely response. However, I feel a bit ridiculous in my lonely mood. Tang Yu was originally a busy man. He was not like her doing nothing all day long, so how could she be with her all the time?

Song Zhixing hung up the phone, and looked down at his tiptoe boringly. At this moment, she suddenly discovered that in her world, it seemed that only Tang Yu was really left. If you have any troubles in the past, you can still tell your aunt, but now ...

She has nothing ...

Only Tang Yu.

She exhaled heavily, and for a while, the haze in her heart grew deeper.

She misses Tang Yu, auntie, and grandpa ...

It hurts to think of a sore heart.

But think again, at this moment, no one can see it.

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Song Zhixing felt that she would continue to walk alone, more and more like a homeless person. In the end, she stopped and Mo Shu immediately stopped the car. She pulled the car door and sat up. Uncle Mo did not ask, the car drove directly to the Tangjia villa.

In the summer vacation, Song Zhixing had nothing to do, but, as soon as he was free, he began to think wildly. For a while it was like a grandfather's decision, and then there was the sentence that Tang Yu's father told her. She was so disturbed that she had to run to the study to read. She wanted to get closer to Tang Yu's life, learn about his work, and work hard to shorten the distance between herself and Tang Yu, so she searched on the bookshelf for books that Tang Yu usually read more. Occasionally he left his notes on heavy books. His words were well written, but the content was boring. As a result, Song Zhixing looked at it without seeing a word, but instead kept holding a pen to imitate his typeface.

By the time God came back, the copybook had written more than ten pages.

Uh ~

I'm really dead! Even if you don't think about making progress, now that you look at Tang Yu, you feel good everywhere. Without knowing it, they are getting deeper and deeper.

Although he said that he was not too naive, but if she has been so unmotivated, one day, their gap will only grow wider. At that time, he probably won't like this himself!

Song Zhixing was distressed. However, looking at a lot of books in front of me, I didn't know where to start. In fact, the book is full of obscure professional words, and she can't understand it even if she takes it seriously.

Tang Yu did not return during dinner.

After dinner, Song Zhixing was alone in his room. She called the aunt again, but still hung up flatly. That cold ‘beep’ sound made her alone even more uncomfortable.