Good Morning, Mr. President!

Sure enough, she didn't follow up, took the bathroom door, and exited the bathroom in shame.

When Tang Yu took a bath and came out of the bathroom, she didn't see her in the room. Where did you go?

He brushed his wet hair and opened the door to go out. In the villa, it was as bright as daylight, and it was swept around without any shadow.

"star?"

A call was made and no one responded.

While he was suspicious, he only heard ‘ah’ exclaim from the kitchen downstairs. Tang Yu's heart tightened, and he strode downstairs almost immediately.

"What's wrong?" He opened the kitchen door, strode forward, and asked Shen.

Song Zhixing stood facing the various ovens in the kitchen, pinching his fingers against his lips and blowing. The little face wrinkled in pain.

"What are you doing?" Tang Yu saw that she had no other injuries. She breathed a sigh of relief, walked over, and held her hand in her hand. At first glance, the white fingers were hot, and he dragged. She went underwater and slammed the cold water. "How did it get hot?"

"Hot dishes for you. I forgot to wear insulated gloves, and I was hot because I accidentally burned them." Song Zhixing mumbled. A little annoyed. She didn't have the opportunity to cook at home, resulting in a long period of time for even simple hot dishes.

Tang Yu looked at her deeply, and suddenly raised her lips with a charming smile. She was annoyed that she couldn't even use a microwave oven, and when she bumped into his smile, she always felt that he was making fun of herself. He stunned and banged his elbow with guilty conscience, "What are you laughing at?"

Shui Ling's eyes glared at him angrily.

However, those eyes, under the light, the water was rippling and shimmering, not like being angry, it was more like seductive, and it was extremely seductive. Tang Yu looked at it, and her mind fluctuated so much. She kissed her scalded finger, but she didn't feel enough. She leaned down, raised her little face, and kissed her lips again. Song Zhixing snorted softly, and his legs were a little soft.

After a long time, letting go of her, the water mist under her eyes was more touching. He smiled. "I'm surprised."

"What surprised?"

"It turns out that you are more suitable to be a wife than I thought. And I have been treating you as a child." His voice was low, and it sounded particularly appealing in the dark.

Song Zhixing leaned against Liulitai, standing in front of his chest, looking up at this charming man, seriously saying, "I know you treat me as a child, but I married you because I was serious and not troubled with you. play."

Song Zhixing put his hand in his palm, "I want to be a good wife like everyone else. I know that I may not be excellent anywhere, and I am not as good as my aunt in many places, but I will make myself better to stand beside you . "

Her voice made Tang Yu's heart wave, and waves of warm waves lingered in the bottom of her heart. In the end, he said emotionally: "Become good and become good, but don't hurt yourself. And, in my eyes-you are better than anyone."

The last few words fell into Song Zhixing's ears, which she thought were the most beautiful and best love words. The smile widened on the small face, and even the voice became very sweet. "This time it was an accident. The next time I have experience, this will not be the case."

Tang Yu asked her to stand aside, wearing insulated gloves, and taking the meal out of the microwave. He glanced, "It's okay, there's no mud, and it's a success for the first time."

Oops.

Does this boast or harm her?

Tang Yu originally had no appetite. As a result, when the fragrance came out, he actually wanted to eat it. Especially with her.

"Would you like something to eat?" Tang Yu took a spoon and gave her a sip of soup.

"But I've rinsed my mouth."

"Come with me and wash again later."

Song Zhixing obediently opened her lips and drank the soup. The soup tonight, she feels more delicious than ever.

"Have you figured out where to go?" Tang Yu asked her.

"Now your mother is ill, can you still play? I'm fine, slowly."

Tang Yuzheng headed, indeed, he can't rest assured to go now.

"Yes, put your hand out." Tang Yu remembered something and put down the tableware.

Song Zhixing didn't understand it, but opened his hands to him. Tang Yu clasped her right hand gently, and then, in her surprise and joy, a ring was put firmly on her fingertips.

The light flashed across the diamond on the ring, projecting a dazzling stream of light, and Song Zhixing's eyes became hot.

"It's your turn." Tang Yu handed her another simple male ring.

Song Zhixing held the ring, only to feel that everything was so sacred. She slowly and solemnly put the ring between Tang Yu's fingers.

"When did you prepare?" Song Zhixing was pleasantly surprised. Fingers have been rubbing slowly on the ring.

"Originally I wanted to take you to buy it after I got the certificate today, but then something happened, and I could only take the time to go alone." Fortunately, he knew everything about her, including the size of her fingers. "like or not?"

Song Zhixing nodded, Tang Yu also knew her preferences well, and he couldn't dislike the things he picked. Moreover, it is still such a different thing.

As long as he bought it, as long as it was a wedding ring, she liked it. She's in love, gorgeous or simple. Song Zhixing realized after a long time that these things became so sacred only because he did it. For another person, there would be no such heartbeat.

Song Zhixing was thinking, suddenly, inadvertently sweeping his arm under his pajamas. There seemed to be a long wound on that strong arm.

While he wasn't paying attention, she rolled up his sleeve sharply. A wound, winding from his wrist, to his elbow, watching, startling.

Song Zhixing was distressed. "What's going on?"

"Small problem." Tang Yu looked very pale. "It has been dealt with."

"How come?" Song Zhixing's fingers rubbed at the edge of the wound, and his brows frowned.

Tang Yu lowered her sleeve and saw her always looking at her, looking at herself, telling the truth, "My mother was emotional and scratched the porcelain piece of the vase."

"Is she so sick?" Seriously, even her son was hurt?

"So, that's why I don't want you to meet her." Tang Yu looked at her with a deeper look, "lest she accidentally hurt you."

This is entirely possible!

She nodded. "Then I won't see it. It won't be too late when I get better. But you have to deal with this wound now."

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The next day.

Early in the morning, when Song Zhixing woke up, Tang Yu was already awake.

"What time is it?" She asked lazily.

"It's only 8 o'clock." Tang Yu's hand was still pillowed in her head, holding her back, Jun Lang's face greedily choked between her hair, "It's early to sleep again."

【good night! Home on the 28th ~~~]