Good Morning, Mr. President!

She stared deeply at her, her long fingers provoked her chin, and she couldn't help but kiss deeply.

She trembled under her heart. The next moment, his hands wrapped around his neck. Tang Yu snorted and became more excited. The five fingers passed through her soft long hair, the deeper the kiss, the heavier the kiss.

Outside the window, snowflakes fly, a world of ice and snow.

In the hall, the fireplace was burning, the yellow flames jumped out, and the temperature in the house gradually rose, becoming more and more warm.

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During the school interview, when it was his turn, Song Zhixing carefully took the computer to his room, or did a simple interview with the other party on the Internet.

The interview went smoothly, but the admission results will not be notified on the spot. The results will be available about two days later, so that Song Zhixing can wait patiently.

Song Zhixing closed the computer and went downstairs. As if nothing had happened.

Since that day, there seems to be a faint retreat between the ice layer between her and Tang Yu. Not talking about my parents, everything can be peaceful and smooth as if nothing had happened. After Tang Yu had a cold, he would still do the same as before. He asked her to let her go. Moreover, every time there must be no action.

The only difference is that they will no longer sleep separately. She wanted to leave, and Tang Yu would lock her to death, forbidding her to leave the room for half a step.

Song Zhixing wants to talk to him about the child again. As Sister Li said, he cheered him up, maybe she could move him. However, every time she wanted to speak, Tang Yu held her and her vision of the future, and when he mentioned the child, he always had a happy glory. That brilliance made Song Zhixing dare not say more words, and what he wanted to say was swallowed back.

That day, breakfast.

Tang Yu personally cooks. He cooks noodles, Song Zhixing beats his hands, stirs the eggs, and Xiao Xuetu occasionally runs in for fun. The whole villa is lively and lively.

Song Zhixing looked at Tang Yu's shirt sleeves high, and looked like he was cooking. If there were no other people in this world, there would be only them, and how good it should be.

But there is no if ...

"Look what?" Tang Yu seemed to be aware of her gaze, turned her head, looked at her, and looked down at the bowl in her hand, and took it naturally, "I'll come."

He stirred the eggs sharply.

Song Zhixing drank in the noodle pot with chopsticks, "We are going back tomorrow ..."

She had a low voice.

Once you go back, there are some unwillingness to face, after all, they will still come face to face. Su Fengjin, everyone in the Tang family, and grandpa ...

She can't really turn a blind eye to their selfishness, their concealment, and their respective calculations.

Tang Yu knew her mind, her eyes were a little deeper, and the next moment, she just asked: "Today is the last day. Would you like to go skiing? Haven't you always wanted to ski?"

She took a deep breath and eased herself. "I really want to ski, but don't you all say skiing is not safe, don't you let me go?"

"This time, you can give it a try." Tang Yu said, and suddenly seemed to think of something, frowning, looking down, fell on her flat belly, "Will there be a baby in your belly now?" Anymore? If that's the case, such a dangerous project cannot be played. "

"No," Song Zhixing said subconsciously, "it is impossible to have a baby."

"How can it be impossible?" Tang Yuzhen narrowed his eyes.

Song Zhixing was panicked for a moment, and clenched his chopsticks. After a while, he pretended to be relaxed and said, "Did you not check it last time? Besides ... It's so simple to be pregnant, just to be pregnant."

"Pregnancy is useless to say, you have to do it." Tang Yu had a smirk on her lips, and chuckled her, "We have worked hard these days. Besides, you just passed the physiological period a few days ago, The time is right now. "

Song Zhixing pursed his lips and said nothing.

Tang Yu glanced at her again, wondering if it was an illusion, and she always felt that she had a heavy heart.

Eyebrows, slightly tight.

"Xingxing, you have nothing to hide from me?" He asked tentatively.

Song Zhixing's heart beat.

Finally, shaking his head, "Of course not. I am with you every day, what can I hide from you?"

Tang Yu looked at her with fixed eyes, but she was very calm and comfortable, and she was always messing with the noodles. Eventually, he turned his eyes away, opened the fire on the other side, and put the stirred eggs into the oil pan.

"I want candy eggs, will you fry them?" Song Zhixing stared at the golden egg for a moment, drooling. Worshipping Tang Yu is incredible, this man probably has nothing to do.

"Candied eggs will be, but you can't eat sweets."

"why?"

"You are most likely pregnant now. It's best not to eat half-life or whole-life things." Tang Yubian talked to her, turning the eggs, "Stars, you have to be pregnant at any time.

She doesn't.

She didn't want to be pregnant at all!

In this sentence, Song Zhixing really wanted to come out. However, before he said it, Tang Yu already said, "Take the saucer out and you can cook it."

She went back to her body and bent over to take out the plate.

"Can I go skiing then?" She asked.

Tang Yu simply put it in the dish and said, "Simple and safe, there is no problem with me. But skiing at too high altitude is not possible. Uh?"

In the presence of Tang Yu, Song Zhixing seemed to have nothing but compromise.

The two had breakfast together, and Tang Yu had time to set up a video conference.

Therefore, Song Zhixing was responsible for simple packing, and he went upstairs to the study for a meeting.

"Er, I haven't seen you for a long time!" Du Hui greeted him there, and saw him, sighing with emotion: "It seems that the honeymoon effect is very good. You look much younger now, and you are full of spirit!"

Tang Yu was actually in a good mood, leaning lazily on the sofa, his long eyes favored Du Hui, "'looks young', do you mean I'm actually old?"

"Of course not. You are very young. But ... if you compare it to the young lady ..."

Du Hui dared to joke when he saw that he was in a good mood. Tang Yu did not care about him.

Several executives within the company arrived and the video conference went smoothly. Tang Yu spoke only occasionally and made arrangements. Halfway through the meeting, the computer briefly “clicked”, an email reminded to jump to the desktop, blocking the video.

[I ran out today to look at the house for a day, and I became tired of the dog. For the time being, I will go here again ~ the next time will be 0 o'clock tomorrow. Good night, good night! 】