Good Morning, Mr. President!

Tang Yu carried Song Zhixing back to the villa. Along the way, she never said a word to him. Just lean your head on the window and close your eyes tightly. Even so, tears flowed down the tightly closed eyes.

He held the steering wheel's hand, clasped and released, and clenched. The quiet carriage was so depressed that it felt heartache.

What he wanted to say, but his chest seemed to be pressed against a boulder, making him unable to say a word. Just stepping on the accelerator, it accelerated rapidly, soaring all the way into the villa.

Soon, the car stopped at the door of the villa.

Song Zhixing seemed to fall asleep without opening his eyes. Tang Yu was speechless, but just went to her side, took her out of the car, and strode into the villa.

"Second Lord." The steward had greeted him.

"What about the doctor? Is the doctor here?"

Without waiting for the steward to answer, the doctor who was sitting and resting in the hall had stood up and greeted him: "Second Lord."

Tang Yu just ‘um’ from the nasal cavity, “Come up with me!”

His face was cold and expressionless. Every word that is spoken brings a tense gloom.

He had already strode upstairs, but the atmosphere downstairs became colder than ever because of him.

The doctor did not dare to neglect, and hurried up with the medicine chest. Sister Li and the housekeeper looked at each other and murmured, "What's wrong? Miss Xiao is having an appointment with her classmate today. Why does she seem to be injured?"

"It shouldn't be a big problem. However, I don't think the second grandfather is in the right mood, so don't go up for now, just ask the doctor when it comes down."

Sister Li thought for a moment, nodding her head. Er Ye does look a little abnormal. He's rarely looked like this when he was with the young lady.

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Song Zhixing was lying on the soft big bed, it was obviously summer, and everything was warm around him. However, at this moment she was drowning in her hands and feet as if she were drowning in water.

In her mind, Su Fengjin's crazy words were circling constantly, shouting, stabbing her nerves like a needle, stabbing her liver and gallbladder.

She had so many things to ask, but now she felt so powerless to speak. With all her strength, she turned to her side, curled up into a ball, and hugged herself tightly. Facing Tang Yu with his back.

The injured hand was pulled out of the quilt by one hand as if bandaging. However, she didn't notice anything, not even the pain. She didn't know if there was a wound on her ankle or whether she was bleeding.

Tang Yu stood aside, looking at the doctor as he treated the wounds on her hands and feet, his eyes were somber.

Her skin was very white, and those wounds burned on it, sharp and dazzling. She had always been painful, but today she was so well-behaved that she didn't even hum. Such goodness makes Tang Yu feel strange and sad.

He'd rather she be hysterical with herself, rather she beat him to bite him, much better than at this moment so calm.

Eventually, he turned around and walked towards the wide terrace of the room. I brought it to the door, lit a cigarette, and yanked. The fingers between the cigarettes were still trembling. The fact that he wanted to hide, after all, could not hide. All the plans were not a coincidence.

She finally managed to get closer, and now ... where will she retreat?

Tang Yu glanced back, his breathing worsened, and his deep eyes were heavy and heavy.

After a long time, the door of the terrace was knocked.

Tang Yu extinguished the smoke and glanced back before the doctor opened the door and came out.

"Second Lord, it's all dealt with."

Tang Yu's deep eyes glanced through the glass door again. She seemed so cold that she wrapped her quilt so tightly that she couldn't even reveal a face. But it's summer, so hot summer. Even the warm sunshine outside the window could not warm her cold heart at this moment.

The heart seemed to be tightened inch-by-inch by the iron wire. He gasped and looked away. When facing the doctor, it was the impeccable Tang Yu. He asked, "Are the wounds clear?"

"You can see clearly. There is only a long wound on the hand. The ankle wound is a nail wound, not very deep. It will soon heal."

It is difficult for Tang Yu to imagine what scene she is facing in the cemetery today.

"What about the injury on your hand?"

"The wound on the hand is scratched by something. Changing the wound frequently will not cause any problems. But the wound on the hand should not be touched by water now."

Tang Yu shook his hand with a hum. After the doctor bowed slightly with interest, he retreated from the terrace and left silently.

Standing on the terrace for a long time, Tang Yu finally opened the door and walked in. He didn't go anywhere, just sitting quietly by her bed. He knew she hadn't fallen asleep, and with such a big deal, she couldn't possibly fall asleep by her mind. But all afternoon she hadn't opened her eyes, didn't look at him, and never said a word to him.

The cell phone rang suddenly, breaking the gloom in the room. Tang Yu took a glance at the phone and looked at the curled-up ball on the bed. He connected the phone and stuck it to his ear.

"Is the star okay?" Tang Yiming's voice came from there.

Tang Yu only said 'um'. How is it all right? Can't be fine.

"What about mom?" He asked.

These two words, when asked, obviously felt her shrinking in bed. He was breathing harder, only to hear his father sigh over there: "The mood is very unstable, and I just went to sleep after taking a tranquilizer."

"I'll go there when I have time."

"You take good care of the stars first, stabilize her emotions, and leave the rest alone."

Tang Yu said nothing, but hung up the phone.

I don't know how long, the door of the room was knocked from the outside. Sister Li's voice came over, "Second, dinner is ready. Should you come down to eat or just bring it up?"

Tang Yu did not immediately respond, but looked at the **** the bed. Song Zhixing didn't seem to hear it, and didn't respond at all.

"Go down to eat." Tang Yu responded, got up, and suddenly lifted her thin blanket. She was sweating all over, and her sweat soaked her clothes and sheets. As if she had been suddenly exposed to hide a tortoise shell, and suddenly felt insecure, her slim body shivered.

I bit my fingers hard, and they turned white, so I didn't choke.

Tang Yu looked at her like this, and her heart seemed to be punched severely.

Song Zhixing is not struggling, or at the moment, she is struggling. He just bit his fingers harder.

Tang Yu hugged her into the bathtub in the bathroom. The first thing she did was to pull her fingers between her teeth. Looking down, there is already a circle of tooth marks on it. Moreover, she bite very hard, as if she did not bite herself, and there was a clear circle of blood on her fingertips.

[Go home tomorrow night, and get home the day after tomorrow! At the end of the month, ask for a monthly ticket. This month's ranking seems to be unreadable, and I hope that those with monthly tickets can help, and the last two days are dashing. muah! 】