Good Morning, Mr. President!

It was dark outside.

In the room, Song Zhixing didn't turn on the light, but just sat still on the bed, motionless, and the whole person seemed to have been taken away from his soul.

Tang Yu walked in and saw her by the light outside, a few waves in her heart, and her throat was astringent.

Raise your hand and open the light switch. The intense light made her extremely uncomfortable, her eyes swollen with pain and her small face turned slightly to the side. Because I cried, now my eyes are red and swollen like two walnuts.

Tang Yu glanced at her, set the meal aside, and said, "Go wash your face and eat."

Song Zhixing's pale lips moved. "... I can't eat it."

The four words were as weak as mosquitoes, as if floating from a distant abyss, and like a ray of light, as if the wind blew and would disappear.

Thoroughly disappear into his world ...

Tang Yu drew a hand on his side, shook it with patience, and said with patience: "Eat what you can't eat."

Song Zhixing bit his lip, as if he couldn't hear it, his head bowed dullly, and he didn't return his words.

Is Tang Yu the kind of person who can make her ignore her? Moreover, he hates the feeling that he can't control it at this moment. Press the remote control, set up the small table on the bed, and set the meal. The next moment, her face was forced to clasp her, lifted her, took a spoon and scooped the rice to feed her lips. Song Zhixing was about to push him away, but the next instant, Tang Yu held his wrist. His hands were easily cut back behind him. His wide chest was approaching, oppressing her, and her somber and complicated eyes stared at her, making her breathing difficult.

"Song Zhixing, I said, you can toss me as much as you can, but you are not allowed to toss yourself. If you want to go on a hunger strike, you have to ask me to agree and disagree!" Each of Tang Yu's words was bitten heavily, her breath sprayed on her face on.

Song Zhixing looked at the man in front of him, a heart twisted into a ball, "Do you know how cruel you are like this?"

"Things have reached this point ... but you still asked me to make me eat, sleep, and even ... be with you normally?" Song Zhixing's hand broke away from his wrist. Come. She grabbed his hand and pressed it tightly against her chest, her voice hoarse like it was broken. "Uncle, my heart is alive, flesh and blood. I know gratitude, and I will be tempted to you. But ... I will also hurt, I will hate. "

"You toss you with me, but do you think ... how can I really take you?" She sucked her nose, as if helpless, holding his wrists, all trembling, "Second, How can I take you? How can I take you ... "

She shook her head indiscriminately, and asked herself, "You are my heaven, my land, my everything. How can I take you?"

Tang Yu's hand was pressed **** her chest, and all the pain in her heart seemed to be transmitted to his apex through the palm of his hand, which made his heart feel pain. He lowered the spoon, clasped her to his chest, and pressed heavily against her head.

"Xingxing, I don't force you to accept it all at once. But ... promise me, don't leave me." Second Master Tang Jia, who has always been high above him, said something at this moment with a pleading. He took her hand, put it on his lips, and kissed nostalgically and sadly, "Give us another chance, give us a chance to marry each other. Will it?"

Every word he uttered seemed to Song Zhixing bewildered. If it wasn't for Su Fengjin's doing too unforgivable, maybe ... she would really nod at it.

Song Zhixing leaned on his chest, listening to that heartbeat, and after a short while, closed his eyes, as if he had made up his mind to say: "Uncle, I want to go back to my grandfather ..."

Tang Yu was shocked. The hand on her lower back tightened. In the end, it was just a repressed saying: "This is your home. You can't go anywhere except here."

He just brought her back!

Only let her come back to her!

How can I let go?

She put her fingers on his shirt and looked up at him with tears in her head, her voice broken, with a plea, "Let me go. Tang Yu, let me leave here ... I want to find my grandfather ..."

Tang Yu held her hand tight. Tight to the green tendons are looming.

He crossed her fingers with her five fingers, holding her small face with a big palm, "Give me a reason to find him."

"When people are injured, they all need to find a safe place to lick the wound. Now I have nowhere else to go except my grandfather ... am I?"

Nowhere to go.

Two words stabbed Tang Yu fiercely.

However, there is really nowhere to go, and Li Qiming is definitely not a good place to go!

"Stop this." Tang Yu's hand slipped from her face. "Let's eat first."

"Tang Yu ..."

Tang Yu didn't seem to hear her, and didn't even look at her, "I've walked outside with you after a meal, and I'm at ease ..."

"Tang Yu, let me go ..." Song Zhixing's pleading voice was raised, and even, in order for this man to really hear the voice of her heart, she stood up from the bed and stood barefoot on the carpet with her eyes closed. Staring at him, "You can't put me under house arrest, tomorrow ... I'm leaving, I'm leaving here, leaving the Tang family ..."

Tang Yumei heartbeat.

‘Bang—’ With a loud bang, the bowl in his hand was heavily put back on the table. He was so strong that the table shook and the bowl almost broke.

Song Zhixing met his gloomy gaze, his heart trembled, and his hands hanging on his sides clenched subconsciously. Such Tang Yu, she is not afraid.

The next instant, I heard only Tang Yu's cold voice sounded in my ear, "Song of Star, stop wishing like a fool!"

Song Zhixing looked at him confused, as if he did not understand. What is wishful thinking?

Tang Yu got up from the bed and looked down at her from top to bottom, "You treat them as relatives, but does Li Qiming really treat you as a relative?"

Her white lips trembled, "... what do you want to say?"

He looked at her, and his eyes looked like she was staring at her. For Song Zhixing at this moment, every word he spoke next was absolutely brutal.

"Everything happened that year, Li Qiming knows better than anyone. You hate me and hate everyone in the Tang family as an accomplice in hiding it. But, your grandfather, your aunt? How can they get out?"

Song Zhixing's eyelashes fluttered, her lips fluttered, she wanted to say something, and went back and forth to explain to her grandfather and auntie, but she found that her throat was blocked and she couldn't say a word.

[There is an update later, and it is still being written. 】