Good Morning, Mr. President!

Song Zhixing was lying in Tang Yu's arms. In the end, he didn't know anything, just knew that his chest was hurting.

Not knowing how long it was, she opened her eyes slowly. Song Zhixing saw Tang Yu at a glance. I saw that he was sitting on the sofa in the ward with his hand on his forehead and looking from her direction. As if she felt that she would wake up, he suddenly turned his face. Two people faced each other, Tang Yu's eyes fluctuated several times, mixed with pain, but silent.

Song Zhixing's eyes tightened.

The dry lips flapped and Tang Yu got up and sat down beside the bed. Holding her back in one hand, she held her against her chest, and carried the water from the bed to her pale lips with the other.

She seemed to have been thirsty for a long time, taking a quick sip.

"Drink slowly, don't yell." He whispered, his voice dry.

"Hungry?" Tang Yu asked.

She finished drinking water and shook her head.

Tang Yu stunned the bell on the bedside, "You haven't eaten for a long time, even if you are not hungry, drink some soup pads to cushion your stomach."

Song Zhixing wanted to say something, but looking at Tang Yu, after all, said nothing. The nursing staff of the hospital brought the hot soup into the ward. It was supposed to use the small table on the table, but was stopped by Tang Yu. "Give it to me. Just go out."

"Yes, Erye." The caregiver said, and took the door silently out.

Tang Yu sat on the bed, sipping the soup patiently, blowing mouthful. Blow the temperature down a bit, tried it, and then sent it to her lips. She looked at Tang Yu like this, with all tastes in her heart. Instead of pushing back, she opened her mouth and drank the soup. Tang Yu's original gloomy complexion finally improved slightly.

Song Zhixing had no appetite at all, but at this moment she seemed numb. Tang Yu fed it, and she drank it bit by bit, until the whole bowl of soup was finished.

"Take a break and I'll take you out of the hospital later."

Tang Yu put the bowl on the bed, and gently rubbed her finger on her cheek. Song Zhixing grabbed his finger, his eyelashes fanned, and his voice fluttered softly, "Can I call the police?"

He took a breath.

The next instant, a kiss on her cheek, "I already booked a flight ticket. Don't you want to spend your honeymoon? I'll take you out for a few days while you rest."

"Tang Yu, your mother is so important to you-it is important that you can turn a blind eye to even crimes. I am also a daughter and my parents were killed and killed. If I turn a blind eye like you, I am worthy of them Your daughter? Think about yourself. If it was you ... what would you do for me? "

"..." Tang Yu was speechless, but stared at her with complex eyes.

Song Zhixing suddenly broke away from his arms and lifted the phone at the bedside, holding it to his ear. However, the phone has not been dialed yet, Tang Yu has pressed the hang up button.

"Don't make a noise." He was a little tired in his tone.

"I'm not making trouble, I'm doing justice for my parents."

"This matter is not as simple as you think."

"Of course it's not easy. It's all murder. How could it be simple?"

Song Zhixing said, holding on to Tang Yu's hand, wanted him to move his fingers away. However, Tang Yu actually unplugged the telephone line. Looking at the broken line, Song Zhixing paused for a moment, and then laughed softly, the whole person's look became a little empty, "Every one of you is the same ... all the same ... are all accomplices ..."

"Tang Yu ..." Song Zhixing slowly put the handset back, holding the handset's hand, trembling faintly, his voice fluttering, like a plume of smoke, "I also want to persuade myself-I am heartless Nothing has happened, let ’s continue living with you. How good, I am still me, and you are still you ... ”

"But I can't convince." Every word she trembled. He was smiling, but his expression was broken. "I can't be the past me anymore ... every time my love for you increases, and every inch increases, I will become more guilty and uncomfortable. Even more difficult ... "

Tang Yu had dull breathing and held her tightly in her arms. However, holding it so tightly, it was still insecure. As if she would disappear. A little, a little from his arms, disappeared from his world ...

Song Zhixing did not struggle, but leaned against his chest, feeling his temperature, listening to his heartbeat, and quietly continued: "Even if you still keep me by your side ... But I will still work hard and treat you The love, slowly, slowly withdrawn ... someday, maybe ... "

Maybe I will never love again.

Song Zhixing pressed on his chest fingers, curled up, each shivering. In the last sentence, I couldn't say a word, but there was only a repressive and heavy gasp. Even talking about giving up this love, it is painful, let alone real giving up?

It really is a kind of heart-breaking pain to peel a person who has loved into the bone marrow from the heart.

Tang Yu darkened her eyes, pinched her chin, raised her face, and took a bite on her lips. He breathed so heavily and sprayed on her face. Obviously it's very hot, but she feels cold.

"You accuse me of being cruel, but who is the real cruel?" His voice trembled, with a sneer of cold humming, "If you do n’t love, you do n’t love, it is what you call 'love'? Before you and me What I said is that I have to stay by my side all my life, all of them are deceiving me. So I just want to be a good wife, just playing around?

"You know it's true!" Song Zhixing cried, all crying in despair, "You know it's all my heart!"

Tang Yu kissed deeply, pressing her lips. Like crazy, take everything she owns. The kiss hurt each other, but he was still reluctant to let go. In my mind, other thoughts came out--

He wants her!

He should be in this bed right now, taking possession of her. As long as she has children and has the ties that really belong to them, in this life, she has nowhere to run.

Tang Yu had also thought that she would have children at the age of 18, which may not be fair to her. However, at this moment, more than ever, there is an urgent need to implant a living child into her body.

Children are the little things that inherit their bloodlines and are the only existence that can ease their relationship at this moment.

The thought came out, and his big palm did not hesitate to dive into her sick clothes.

PS: Updated today! Hmm ~ a little late. The next one is still at 0 o'clock tonight ~ Cutie, don't forget the monthly pass ~ There are the last two days ~~