Good Morning, Mr. President!

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!

"Don't eat it, I'll get you another dish." Song Zhixing was so depressed that he took away the spoon from Tang Yu's hand.

However, Tang Yu stepped up the spoon quickly, she didn't touch it, and it was enough to tiptoe. Tang Yu rolled a long arm and rolled her onto her leg.

"This is your first time cooking. Although I don't have a sense of taste, I can't taste anything, but it means a lot differently to me." Tang Yu said, earnestly smirking, and became very serious. .

With that look, she saw that Song Zhixing's heart was "banging--" and she bit her lip. "Liar, what's the difference?"

"As my wife, the first meal you made for me, what do you say is different?" Tang Yu asked her. Song Zhixing didn't speak, he lowered his spoon, and the charming handsome face approached her more and more, and the tip of each other's nose touched the tip of the nose. He spoke again, his voice much lighter. "Stars, I hope there will be a second meal, a third meal ... even, I want to eat for a lifetime."

Song Zhixing's eyelashes trembled and said nothing. For a while, I just felt that my heart had all kinds of tastes.

Tang Yu's kiss was about to fall again, she breathed lightly, and finally, gently turned away from her face. Tang Yu's kiss, kissed empty, stiffened in the air. Looking at her eyes, sinking and sinking.

Song Zhixing's fingers tightened and his eyelashes fanned, "Tang Yu, give me some time ..."

This time, Tang Yu was silent.

Two people did not speak to each other. Eventually, Song Zhixing got up from his lap and said, "I'll go get some food."

After speaking, leave him a back view.

Tang Yu didn't stop her again, just took the spoon and continued to drink porridge. The mouth is bitter and tasteless.

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By the time Song Zhixing finished cooking, no one was in the restaurant. She lowered her dishes and walked into the hall, only to see Tang Yu leaning on the sofa, closing her eyes and falling asleep.

Little Snowball nestled at his feet, curled up and fell asleep. The fireplace next to it was a warm flame.

The whole picture looks peaceful and beautiful.

Looking at this scene, Song Zhixing accumulated a long period of depression in his heart, and faintly disappeared. She wants to live her own life, to become more independent, not to be so confused, and not to be dependent on who lives because of who she is. However, at this moment, I was suddenly afraid. If she was not there, when Tang Yu became ill, who would take care of him around him? Or, will anyone take care of him?

When I think of too much uncertainty in the future, my chest feels sore and painful. The hands of the ring were tightly bent, and the fingers of the ring were faintly painful.

She walked over, unrolled the blanket on the sofa, and covered Tang Yu's body. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, but he did not open his eyes.

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Tang Yu has been asleep.

Song Zhixing didn't go anywhere, just teased Little Snowball in the hall. Xiao Xueqi slept for a while, woke up and disturbed Tang Yu, spinning around his feet. She hastened him away.

"Do not make Dad sleep." Song Zhixing held Xiao Xueqiu in his hand, his eyes pretended to stare at his red eyes, "How dare you dare to provoke your dad. He has a bad temper! , He's sick now, don't make trouble. "

Song Zhixing and Xiao Xuetu muttered.

He didn't notice the lip angle of the sleeping man behind him.

He turned into a bunny's father, but he was inexplicably happy.

Song Zhixing teased the bunny and took the computer to the Internet. The chat software opened and I received a bunch of Chen Cheng's messages, all asking if she was there.

Song Zhixing looked back, she immediately called a series of exclamation marks. Then he smashed over a sentence, "It turns out that you are still alive! The phone can't be reached and the Internet isn't available. I thought something was wrong with you!"

"I'm on Bingyu."

"How did you run there?"

"Holiday."

"..." Chen Cheng paused. "You still have a holiday now. It seems that I don't have to worry too much."

Song Zhixing was silent and didn't go back.

Chen Cheng sent again: "Last time you said you wanted to go to the same school with me, it doesn't seem to be necessary anymore? The school is not in Jucheng, your second uncle, no, now it is your husband, I definitely don't agree with you go with."

"Has the school already started the interview?"

"Beginning an online interview this morning. If you are interested, you can do an online interview first. Even if you don't go, you should exercise."

"How long before the online interview?"

"It starts at 9 o'clock. Now it's over 8 o'clock on the side of the city of Jude. It's already issuing numbers. It's probably too late when it's your turn."

"Then I'll go and see. It's good to have an interview if I can get the number."

"Then go quickly!"

The two did not continue talking. Song Zhixing logged in to the school's webpage and successfully obtained the number. But as Chen Cheng said, the online interview was overwhelmed, and her number came very low. It is estimated that when it was her turn, it was already evening at Bingyu.

After Song Zhixing picked up the number, he closed the computer and kept taking the ice pack to cool Tang Yu. After changing it several times, the temperature of his body finally dropped, and she sighed with relief.

When lowering the fifth ice pack, Tang Yu grabbed him and leaned against his chest.

"Don't be busy ..." Tang Yu's voice was low, with pity.

"Do you feel better?" Song Zhixing asked softly.

"Um ..." He froze lazily between her hair. "Everything is fine with you."

Song Zhixing was speechless for a while.

"So, the stars ..." He continued to speak, his eyes still closed. "No matter what happens, don't go anywhere, just stay by my side. Even if you really don't want me, you don't need me ... …I need you too."

What he said was as confused as dreaming. Half asleep and half awake.

However, Song Zhixing was very clear in his ears. All the persistence in my heart is slowly shaking.

Yeah, not only does he need him, this man also needs himself.

He is not truly indestructible. He also has fragility and needs care. If she does leave, who will take care of him in the future?

Song Zhixing closed his eyes, and the hand that was originally resting on his chest was gradually tightened and released. In the end, his arms spread out and wrapped tightly around his waist.

A small face pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Such a small move, however, caused Tang Yu's chest to stir. His eyes were closed and suddenly opened. She stared deeply at her, her long fingers provoked her chin, and she couldn't help but kiss deeply.

[There is an update later, I'm writing, everyone will poke later, it looks like 0: 30 ~]