Good Morning, Mr. President!

While thinking about it, a child's crisp cry came suddenly. Song Zhixing looked at it, and saw a cute child squatting in the corner, rubbing his eyes and weeping.

"Uncle, let's go and see." Song Zhixing has taken the lead in running towards the child. When Tang Yu was about to keep up, the cell phone rang at this moment. He took it out, the flashing number on the screen made him look a little heavier, and stared subconsciously at Song Zhixing who was squatting in front of the child and talking to the child.

Slightly sideways, put the phone in his ear, "Hey, Li old."

It was Li Qiming who called. After he said a few words there, Tang Yu was silent for a long time. In the end, she just said, "I think about it."

"Tang Yu." Song Zhixing's crisp voice came again, Tang Yu turned her head to see, she was squatting on the ground and beckoned to herself, with a bright smile under the sun. His eyes were a little more complicated, and Li Qiming said, "I still have something to do with you, so I won't talk to you anymore."

Hanging up the phone, converging the emotions, striding towards her.

"what happened?"

"This child has just been in the park and separated from his parents." Song Zhixing returned to Tang Yu.

"It's okay, good, don't cry, my sister and uncle will help you find your mother." Song Zhixing squatted down again, talking softly to the child. The child's small head was comforted and rubbed. The child cried and twitched. He had no energy. When he stood up, the small body still stunned several times. Song Zhixing helped him to stand still. She patted Tang Yu's arm. "Second uncle, hold him, let's go to the radio station to help him find father and mother."

Tang Yu glanced down at the child, only to see the little boy's nasal tears smeared on that little face. He had always respected the children, and now let him hug him, his brows frowned, standing still.

"Uncle, you are so unloving." Song Zhixing groaned, but not reluctantly. Men usually find their children troublesome. She crouched down and said softly to the child, "Sister hugs you, okay?"

When she spoke to the child, her voice was soft, with a little milky tone. I am like a child.

Tang Yu stood aside and looked, without adding a little softness in his eyes. He thought about marrying her earlier, and wanting a child belonging to them, even if he didn't like the child very much, but that would be the bond between them, belong to their mutual family, let her be stable, let her have A truly own home. And, now it looks like she might be a good young mother.

When Song Zhixing reached out to hold the child, a pair of long arms had already taken the child into his arms.

She looked puzzled, and saw Tang Yu holding the child easily with one hand, and protecting her slender shoulder with the other hand, afraid that the crowd would crowd her.

He was so tall and erect among the crowd. Despite the crowds, she and the children were under his wings.

Song Zhixing looked up at him, unconsciously obsessed.

"Where is the radio station?" Tang Yu looked around, looking at the map she had been holding.

Song Zhixing returned to God, and then looked away from him. I really feel like he's finished, and now even feels that he even holds the child in a handsome manner.

"Go over there." Song Zhixing looked at the map and turned around, and was taken back by Tang Yuzhang ’s collar, who had seen the map because he was not assured. Don't lose it. Here. "

Tang Yu held her and strode in the other direction. Song Zhixing's tongue, isn't she just a bit of a idiot?

The child was held in Tang Yu's hands and cried again and again. Crying was so tragic that everyone along the way looked at them, and his eyes looked as if they were two traffickers.

Tang Yu had a headache, "Okay, don't cry."

The sound was not tender at all, and a bit harsh. This time, the child was scared to cry more.

Tang Yu frowned and stared at the child in his hand. I feel like holding a hot potato. His expression, let alone a child, adults can be scared enough. So the child cried in his arms and twitched.

"What to do?" Tang Yu looked at the woman next to him with an anxiety. He was at a loss for the children. The first time I was so embarrassed.

"You must be staring at him like this, he must be afraid. Uncle, don't be so fierce, coax him.

"Coax?" Tang Yu glanced at the child and gave up.

He couldn't even coax her, let alone a big fart.

"Then you smile at him." Song Zhixing turned his elbow and encouraged him.

"Do you think I can laugh now?" Tang Yu glanced at the crowd, "I'm about to be an adult trafficker."

As a result, during their conversation, the child seemed unwilling to be ignored, crying even more bitterly.

"Well, don't cry." Tang Yu couldn't bear holding the child and patted it jerkyly. Originally, the voice was still serious, and under the gesture of Song Zhixing's eyes, he forced himself to relax a bit. He coughed and continued: "Uncle, I'll buy you a lollipop."

The child twitched, "I don't like lollipops, and I'm not a girl ..."

"Okay, then don't eat lollipops. What do you want to eat, your uncle bought it for you." Tang Yushun raised his hand to wipe his tears. He grabbed the headband on his head again and shook it in front of the child. "If you don't cry, my uncle will give you this reward."

The child apparently really liked the hoop, twitched twice, and finally stopped his tears. Tang Yuchangsong breathed, coaxed the child and felt particularly fulfilled, and his unconscious face was much better. He praised: "Good performance, come, uncle bring you."

He gave the child a headband carefully. Although the movements are awkward, they are careful to avoid hurting the children.

Song Zhixing stood by and looked at her, and she and Tang Yu suddenly had a picture in her mind. Before, she really didn't want to get married so early, so don't mention having children. Therefore, the first time Tang Yu suddenly said that when she wanted to have a child, she really scared her. However, at this moment, looking at Tang Yu, who coaxed the children, Song Zhixing suddenly felt that everything was not as bad as he imagined, and not so far away.

To have a child, call him father, call her mother, she is also very happy now.

At the radio station, the child's parents finally came and thanked them. After doing a good deed, Song Zhixing was in a better mood, full of contentment.

Turned his face and looked at Tang Yu's parents who were still far away, thoughtfully. Song Zhixing tiptoeed, raised his hand and waved, "Uncle, what are you looking at?"