Good Morning, Mr. President!

Hearing this voice, Song Zhixing turned his head back and saw him, his eyebrows narrowed, "Why are you going downstairs?"

Tang Yu waved the cup in his hand, "thirsty, want to drink water."

Song Zhixing put down the spoon in his hand, took the water cup in his hand and looked at him, "Are you burnt out?"

Tang Yu shook his head and said he didn't know. She lifted her toes and put her little hand on his forehead. Can't bear her so hard, Tang Yu leaned down slightly for her convenience.

Two people, very close to each other, the breath he sprayed on her face was still very hot, deep eyes, because he was sick, and covered with a thin layer of mist, he fixed her so firmly, it seemed to say Not fascinating. Song Zhixing did not remember the passion of the two people just now, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his palms became hot.

"How's it going?" He asked. The anxiety in her eyes was clear. He was in a good mood. He felt that his illness had dissipated a lot, and his body seemed to be rejuvenated.

"... I don't think so." She raised her hand and tried the temperature on her forehead again. "Since you're awake, otherwise, call the doctor to see. I tried to call, but either They do n’t understand, or I do n’t understand. ”

Tang Yu raised his lips, "No need, it will be fine in a while."

Knowing that sickness was treated so well, he should have taken off his clothes and rolled into the snow. There is no need to waste these days on the cold war with her.

He glanced over her shoulder and looked at the porridge, "Boil it for me?"

Song Zhixing did it right for him. He had expected him to taste it, but he just tried it himself and it was obviously an unsuccessful work. No, it was not only unsuccessful, it was also a failure. She blocked herself. "This is my guinea pig. I cooked it for small balls."

"Who is the ball?"

"It's the little snow rabbit you bought. I've given it a name."

"It's a bunny, not a white rat. Besides, she eats vegetables and radishes, and doesn't drink porridge."

Tang Yu said, walking over her into the kitchen. Song Zhixing originally wanted to stop him, but he has skillfully taken a spoonful of porridge from the pot and sipped it.

She was waiting for him to frown and spit out the porridge intact. This man's mouth has always been picky, and he must not care about her cooking.

"Is it particularly sour? I still seem to be making the wrong seasoning." Song Zhixing was a little upset and a little annoyed, "I'll heat up the aunt's cooking for a while, you can eat that."

Tang Yu seemed to have not heard her, turned off the fire, took a bowl and scooped out a bowl of porridge, and asked her by the way, "Have you ever eaten? Would you like to drink a bowl too?"

He was wearing a set of grey home-dress pajamas, holding a spoon and a bowl, standing by the stove and talking to her. The elite men and the kitchen in the mall are obviously incompatible, but at this moment it seems that it is not unexpected. Instead, there is a charm that cannot be removed.

When Song Zhixing walked away for a moment, Tang Yu didn't hear the answer, looked back at her, and caught her intriguing gaze.

"What are you so absorbed in?" He smiled.

Song Zhixing was embarrassed by the smile. In order to hide his uncomfortableness, he walked over, like a grunt grumbled, "I thought you were really sick, but it doesn't look bad now.

"Do you want me to be bad?" Tang Yu slightly looked at her profile, "If you wish, I can make myself worse ..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Song Zhixing interrupted Tang Yu's words a little bit angrily. The expression on the little face was sober. She looked at him seriously, "I don't want you to be sick! I don't like you to be sick!"

Tang Yu looked a little deeper.

He is already poisoned.

He felt like a little adult teaching her like this. No one dared to teach him this way.

Unable to restrain herself, she leaned over, and her hot lip was sticking directly to her lips.

The man's handsome face enlarged in front of himself, Song Zhixing took a moment to panic, and his thoughts were a little stunned. When she returned to God, she struggled subconsciously, "... you will spread the cold to me ..."

"Now I'm afraid of infection. Isn't it too late?" Tang Yu's lips never pulled away from her lips, her voice was sexy, and she added a few ambiguous passions. "When I just wanted you upstairs You should refuse ... why not? Um? "

Even if she hadn't kissed as deeply as she did just now, the burning lips flapping on her lips would be enough to make her breathing worse and her heart rate faster.

She panted, her eyes fluttering in the air, "It was ... I fell asleep ..."

"Falling asleep, but still so enthusiastic, Xingxing, you are dreaming of spring." He whispered, and his fingers gently pinched her white earlobe. Every action and every word was clear. flirt.

Song Zhixing was complacent with him, and he was punched with an angry punch, "You are the dream of spring."

"Well." He was different from her, and he admits cheekily. "And ... it's all about you in your dreams."

"You ... don't rest at ease! I don't really need to see a doctor!" Song Zhixing pushed him away and backed away. The earlobe he had just scratched was burning red at this moment, like a transparent red glass.

She rubbed.

As if angry, his clear eyes glared at him, grabbed his cup, and turned to pour water for him.

Tang Yu looked at the back, suddenly there was a hope, and time had better condense.

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Song Zhixing deliberately poured water slowly. After pouring the water, Tang Yu had gone out with the porridge. Sit in the restaurant and drink with interest.

Song Zhixing brought water to him. Although he was just a little bit angry, he was very grateful to see him drink his porridge so much, and felt very fulfilled.

However, after all, he could not bear to destroy his stomach.

She tried it herself, and it was terrible.

So, when he was half-drinking, Song Zhixing stopped his hand, "Forget it, don't drink, I know it tastes bad. You don't have to force yourself to coax me."

Tang Yu shook his head, "I didn't coax you."

Does he mean it's delicious? Song Zhixing certainly didn't believe it, but his heart fluctuated because of his words. "I'll get you some hot dishes made by your aunt."

"No need to trouble." Tang Yu held her, a smirk evoked from the corners of her lips. "I'm not sensitive to taste buds now, I eat everything the same, I can't taste anything anyway, so this porridge will not destroy me , You can do it. "

"..." Song Zhixing's original feeling was moved because Tang Yu's words broke into scum instantly. And, not so angry!

Therefore, this guy didn't drink this porridge just to coax himself, it was simply that he didn't have a sense of taste, he just ate everything! She is passionate about herself!

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