Good Morning, Mr. President!

Deep pupil brightened, Tang Yu's eyes searched and looked at her, but just staring at each other, Song Zhixing had turned his eyes away and avoided his sight. She turned her eyes out of the window and saw that the black window was actually white and snowy. She immediately turned her head and stared at Tang Yu, "Where have we been?"

"Bingyu."

Bingyu is a glacial country with low temperatures all year round. Song Zhixing is a person who is afraid of the cold. When he heard the word 'Bingyu', he couldn't help but shout.

Tang Yu wrapped her coat tightly around her, "Let's go."

Anyway, she had been abducted here, and no longer afraid of the cold, she now had to follow Tang Yu to get off the plane. Wearing her coat on her body, she bowed her head slightly, and could smell the faint fragrance of perfume on his coat, which made her heart fluctuate several times. After looking at him again, he followed Tang Yu out of the cabin.

Tang Yu didn't hold her hand as usual, she just pushed her luggage and walked ahead. Song Zhixing followed suit. Inside the unfamiliar airport, there were strangers around her. She stared at it sternly, her fragile heart was deserted.

After walking away from God, someone came over and did not have time to evade and crashed into it. The other side was a big man, and she kept saying that I was sorry, but she was struck back two steps and her head was dizzy. Tang Yu, who had thought she would fall to the ground, had been walking in front. She didn't know when to turn around and hugged her.

"All right?"

Song Zhixing lip, shook his head.

Tang Yu whispered and communicated with the other party, making simple negotiations, and the other party was not entangled.

He looked back at her, and eventually took her hand. As if helpless, sighed. Song Zhixing looked at the hands clasped together by two people and did not break away.

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The car drove forward in the snow and ice.

When it came to the villa, it was already late. In the surrounding houses, yellow lights were cast and hit the thick snow.

Song Zhixing looked at the villa, apparently no one had lived in it for a long time, and it was very cold inside.

"This is Tang's house. He also doesn't like ice and snow, so he bought this house and left it empty." Tang Yu turned on the lights, dropped his luggage, and turned on the heating in the house.

Not so fast, Song Zhixing changed his shoes, stood on the carpet and stomped his feet while rubbing his hands.

Tang Yu squatted in front of the fireplace and looked back at her with a lighter. Her small face frosted red, and she was both sulking and lame, and even more tender and cute. Sure enough, he is still an 18-year-old child!

just……

The 18-year-old girl's eyes are no longer as pure as those of her age. Instead, she has a heavy heart.

How much time would it take to sew her inner puppet?

That cute little look made Tang Yu almost couldn't help but invite. However, in the end, the only exit was: "If it is cold, go upstairs to sleep. The room is cleaned every day and there will be no dust."

He felt that she must be anxious.

After all, she avoided him like a viper now.

However, to his surprise, instead of going upstairs, she walked towards him. She sat down on the plush rug in front of the fireplace, searching around with her eyes, "Are there any lighters?"

"Do you want to play?"

"Well. It looks interesting."

"Forget it, just look around."

Song Zhixing looked at Tang Yu, his eyes were deep and his voice was quiet and quiet, "Tang Yu, are you afraid of scalding my hands?"

Tang Yu glanced at her, "Yeah."

Song Zhixing pressed on his knees for a moment of silence. Then he continued: "I know you want to protect me, but if you are careful, you won't be leak-proof forever."

Her words stunned Tang Yu's ignition. Then he nodded again, his voice calm and powerful in the spark. "This time is an accident, there will be no next time."

She licked her lower lip. "I'm not blaming you."

Eyelids dangled slightly, staring at the blue flame, "I just ... can't convince myself."

At the end, her eyes were slightly moist, and her voice changed a little. "I always think about what my father was like when he died, and what my mother looked like when she was desperate ..."

Tang Yu's breathing worsened, and at this moment, the firewood was lit. The fireworks showed a look that was as heavy as the two.

She continued, her voice sad, as if talking to him, and as if talking to herself. "I love my parents, no less than your love for your mother. Because I haven't owned it, I can't let it go, feel more worried, and can't forgive ..."

Speaking of which, the wetness in her eyes could not hide.

Tang Yu had a sore chest and held Huomu in his hand, "Go to sleep."

"Tang Yu ..."

"The doctor said that relaxing is more conducive to pregnancy." Tang Yu interrupted her words, then looked up at her, "go upstairs and go to bed."

In the words, do not allow a beak.

Song Zhi bit his lip.

All he had to say was blocked in his throat. He can always read her mind very accurately.

Eventually, she stood up and went upstairs without a word. Tang Yu's voice came with a little dimness, a little sadness, and an unshakable obsession coming from behind her, "No matter what step will happen, I will not let you leave me. Don't forget, you are It is my wife of Tang Yu! "

She paused for a moment before heading upstairs again.

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Although it was out on vacation, since that day, the relationship between the two people has not only eased, but has changed drastically.

During the day, Song Zhixing didn't go anywhere, so he sat in the hall and watched TV. She doesn't understand the channel here, she just looks at the animal world. As for the night, the two of them were sleeping in separate rooms. Before she went to bed, she would lock the door. This is not the Tang family. Tang Yu has no keys and cannot break through.

However, even so, Song Zhixing was struggling to sleep in an unfamiliar bed.

On the third day here, when she woke up in the morning, she disappeared. I looked around at home and didn't see it. Although he was awkward with him, but suddenly he couldn't see others, and his heart was still flustered.

Sitting by the fireplace with a pillow, from time to time, I looked at the door, or looked up at the time on the wall. Feeling a torment for a minute.

Where did he go?

While cranking, there was a roar of cars outside the door. Song Zhixing was so happy that he forgot about the Cold War situation and threw up his pillow instinctively. The door was pushed open, and Tang Yu stood at the door with a snowflake, grasping the expectation on her face.

The wind and snow were very cold outside. But at the moment she looked at her, her heart warmed a lot.

"Waiting for me?" He asked, smiling.

That smile annoyed Song Zhixing. Your emotions are on your face, and it is difficult to converge at all. She dropped the pillow, bit her lip, and sat back again, muffled: "... No."